Michigan, United States
What is it that you want to see?
I shall show it to you.

What is it that you want to hear?
I shall tell you about it.

But, please don't expect anything.
For you who close your eyes and ears, surely, it is meaningless.
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Ei kaikki ole kultaa mikä kiiltää eikä kaikki ole hopeata mikä hohtaa
Благодарим Тебя за то, что раскрыл слугам Твоим козни врагов наших! Озари сиянием Твоим души тех, кто отдал жизнь во исполнение воли Твоей! В бой, защитники Монолита! В бой! Отомстим за павших братьев наших, да будет благословенно вечное их единение с Монолитом! Смерть… лютая смерть тем, кто отвергает Его священную силу!
I sexually identify as a Sturmgeshütz III. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of roaring battlefields, firing 75x495mm armor piercing rounds on dirty Russians. People say to me that a person being a tank is impossible and I'm retarded, but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install a V-12 engine, 7,5 cm StuK 40 L/48 and a 7.92mm machine gun on my body. For now I want you to call me "StuG" and respect my right to kill from 3km and to kill needlessly. If you can't respect me you're a tankphobe and need to check your vehicle privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.
Amidst the flowers a jug of wine,
I pour alone lacking companionship.
So raising the cup I invite the Moon,
Then turn to my shadow which makes three of us.
Because the Moon does not know how to drink,
My shadow merely follows the movement of my body.
The moon has brought the shadow to keep me company a while,
The practice of mirth should keep pace with spring.
I start a song and the moon begins to reel,
I rise and dance and the shadow moves grotesquely.
While I'm still conscious let's rejoice with one another,
After I'm drunk let each one go his way.
Let us bind ourselves for ever for passionless journeyings.
Let us swear to meet again far in the Milky Way.
The frog in the well was happy.
It wasn't interested what was outside the well.

The frog in the well was happy.
It was recluse to anything that happened outside the well.

And you were happy.
Because you didn't know what occurred outside the well.
Pook ap pkes, pkey yose po pkiy kpaye jket pkey ktoj pkey ate top kute. Petto uye pke keyy, tup pkey ate sete pteykayyety. Otpy I, Tot, ktoj pke ptue kojet ot pke Toip. I jay yup it kapt, peyptoyep, tup pktoujk ipy Tatuy Key, pke Toip yappep po se. Ip ttoujkp se kete atp kete I jay tetott. Je yattop tpase pkeye yteaputey, pkey ate teitj pep ty a tapye ktokkep, at iskoypot jko ktojy top pke yeytepy ot pke Toip. Tekopp pke Petto, yose po yyatetje atp peyeytape pkiy yaytep teaps. Sy ttopkety, pip I top pepp ot pkiy pay? Pip I top ktokkeyibe pkiy sosetp? Toj, I jipp ypok pkes. Toj I as ykatjep, tetott pktoujk pke etetjy ot pke Tatuy Key. Totetet toutp po pke Toip. Pep ip te ktojt, it pke Petto jatp ptue yaptapiot, pkey jipp pay pojt pkeit atsy, atp jaip tot pke takpiys ot sy Tatuy key. Ip iy pise. I jipp peayk pkeye pteykayyety pke tepeskpite kojet ot sy Tatuy key. Pkey jipp peatt ipy yiskpe ptupk. Pke Petto ate poyp, atp pkey jipp teyiyp. Tup I, Tot, jipp ypeatye pkiy kpaye ot pkeit iskutipy.
"Have you ever hated someone so much, that this feeling alone would drive you to do horrific and impossible to grasp things? Have you ever hated someone so much, that your whole life was focused on finding that person and ripping him apart? Have you ever hated someone so much, that you would forget about your humanity, purge it all just to find enough power, for one, single fraction of a moment, one chance to get your revenge...

What would your eyes look like in that very moment...? Insane? Terrified? Passionate? Happy? Or maybe... satisfied...

Look into his eyes, and find nothing there..."
In every time, in every place, the deeds of men remain the same
Each night, I went to sleep wishing that this would turn out to be a nightmare.

Yet each morning I awoke to find that the world was just as horribly warped as it was the day before.

I have to live while blending in, while acting like one of them. Just as I've done these past three months, I will continue to do for the rest of my life.
With bony hands I hold my partner,
on soulless feet we cross the floor.
The music stops as if to answer,
an empty knocking at the door.
It seems his skin was sweet as mango
when last I held him to my breast.
But now, we dance this grim fandango,
and will four years until we rest.
I have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me.
Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
Vivo in somno. Solitarie putresco in inferis.

Hic dies meus obitus dies, et meus nativus dies. Te obeam.

Mea anima immortalis. Autem mea futura necata sunt.

Manes sum. Animam definire ambiguum est.

Te odi, et te amo. Conveniamus in somnio ipso.

Proximi mihi neglegentes fuerunt. Omnes nos peccantes fuimus,

et omnes nos eidem fuimus, omnes nos peccatores sumus.

Venite domum meam. Luto simile somnium,

et pulveri simile cotidianum. Cor privo.

Te iudico.

Nemo meum funus meminit, qui doluit exstinctus est.

Initio erraveramus. Dum vivimus dolores sunt.

Nemo adiuvat.

Intellectus non necessarius est. Pius quiescat.

O nostra essentia ablata fuit,

ratio fixa tantum est.

Doloris initium cerebrum fuit.
Perhaps the human heart
is a mystery to me now.
But in my hometown,
the flowers yet smell
of the years gone by.
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Bei Nacht im Dorf der Wächter rief:
Ein ganz kleines Elfchen im Walde schlief,
       Wohl um die Elfe;
Und meint, es rief ihm aus dem Thal
Bei seinem Namen die Nachtigall,
Oder Silpelit hätt' ihn gerufen.
Reibt sich der Elf' die Augen aus,
Begibt sich vor sein Schneckenhaus
Und ist als wie ein trunken Mann,
Sein Schläflein war nicht voll gethan,
Und humpelt also tippe tapp
Durch's Haselholz in's Thal hinab,
Schlupft an der Weinbergmauer hin,
Daran viel Feuerwürmchen glühn:
"Was sind das helle Fensterlein?
Da drin wird eine Hochzeit seyn;
Die Kleinen sitzen beim Mahle,
Und treiben's in dem Saale.
Da guck' ich wohl ein wenig 'nein!"
— Pfui, stößt den Kopf an harten Stein!
Elfe, gelt, du hast genug?
       Gukuk! Gukuk!
Life is brilliant. Beautiful. It enchants us, to the point of obsession.
Some are true to their purpose, though they are but shells, flesh and mind.
One man lost his own body, but lingered on, as a head.
Others chase the charms of love, however elusive.
What is it that drives you?

Once, the Lord of Light banished Dark, and all that stemmed from humanity.
And men assumed a fleeting form.
These are the roots of our world.
Men are props on the stage of life, and no matter how tender, how exquisite…
A lie will remain a lie.
Young Hollow, knowing this, do you still desire peace?

Peace grants men the illusion of life.
Shackled by falsehoods, they yearn for love, unaware of its grand illusion.
Until, the curse touches their flesh.
We are bound by this yoke.
As true as the Dark that churns within men.

All men trust fully the illusion of life.
But is this so wrong?
A construction, a facade, and yet…
A world full of warmth and resplendence.
Young Hollow, are you intent on shattering the yoke, spoiling this wonderful falsehood?
Sehen Sie Mich!
Sehen Sie Mich!
Das Monstrum in meinem
Selbst ist So groß geworder!

Das Monstrum
in mir wird
Long, long ago
in the days when gods appeared to men...

Bread fell down from heaven.
Some lamented loudly that the bread was not meat.

Meat fell down from heaven.
Some lamented loudly that they preferred the bread.

God came down from heaven.
He will make water fall down for a time
until everyone knows what will make them happy.

Rain fell down from heaven.
Everyone lamented loudly that their clothing became wet.

Flames fell from heaven.
Everyone lamented loudly that their
houses had been burned.

God came down from heaven.
He will make nothing fall from heaven
until everyone knows what will make them happy.

Nothing fell down from heaven.
Some lamented loudly that God had forsaken them.

All manner of things fell down from heaven.
Some lamented loudly that God should be more
selective in what he sent.

Boulders rained down from heaven.
Now the lamentations finally ceased.

Rain fell down from heaven.
passing travelers expressed their gratitude.

"God, we thank thee for the unexpected weather.
Now we can carry on our long journey and
enjoy the break from the monotony."

God saw them off without a word.

As it should be. Gods and dice are best when silent.
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☀Wizroff☀ Jan 26, 2023 @ 11:18am 
It's COOL to be gay!
Post this on the wall of a homosexual friend and tell them how COOL they are :^)
SockDra Apr 1, 2022 @ 11:22pm 
ᕦ(✧ᗜ✧)ᕥ You take the moon and you take the sun. ᕦ(✧ᗜ✧)ᕥ

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) You take everything that sounds like fun. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

☞♥Ꮂ♥☞ You stir it all together and then you're done. ☞♥Ꮂ♥☞

ᕙ(◍.◎)ᕗ Rada rada rada rada rada rada. ᕙ(◍.◎)ᕗ

ᕦ(✧ᗜ✧)ᕥ ☞♥Ꮂ♥☞ ᕙ(◍.◎)ᕗ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) So come on in, feel free to do some looking.

Stay a while 'cause somethings always cooking.

Come on in, feel free to do some looking.

Stay a while 'cause somethings always cooking.

Yeah!!! ᕦ(✧ᗜ✧)ᕥ ☞♥Ꮂ♥☞ ᕙ(◍.◎)ᕗ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
DepleteMeat Nov 29, 2021 @ 8:42pm 
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󠀡󠀡᠌ ⁧⁧zʌılʞ Oct 19, 2021 @ 9:05pm 
you are cool +rep
DepleteMeat Sep 9, 2021 @ 7:49pm 
I have a chungus kink. My boyfriend knows about it and for the most part, he accepts it, but I have the feeling that he isn't really enthusiastic about it and doesn't really get it but he at least tries to, which I am grateful for. He'll sometimes sing the BIG CHUNGUS THEME SONG to me to set the mood, or if he is really kinky he would tell me "You're a real chungus" in the heat of the moment.