My heart is bleeding,
bloody tears of blood,
red and purple out my eyes and ears,
The pain, I never knew,
the horror, all due
to her dark heart full of blackness
and evil.
And I thought she was better,
not so hateful, not so hurtful,
a giant boot stomping, forever.
I'mma go listen to Linkin Park now.
Also, fuck you Kai.
:lulz:
:mittens: :lulz:
tenebrous, macabre, jejune
Mascara leaks from my wounds.
how could that bitch turn on me?
I shall post my thoughts here,
threaten her there,
and turn that little head of hers around.
For my pain is an ocean
that will batter her senseless
for daring the tides
of my love
and she shall know her error when she gets my note
scrawled in my own blood,
and it shall say,
14TH AND MINNA BITCH! BRING A BAGGIE FOR YOUR TEEF!
CIGAW, I say, CIGAW,
and don't forget the teddy bear for your ghetto shrine.
:mittens:
That dirty little whore is gone
she has ignored my warnings of total destruction.
Now there is nothing left to do
but drive around with Talufa and Chef,
looking for Koreans to beat up.
But before we step to the van
I must post here, so that the world
will know of my pain
the agony that shatters me
because I couldn't keep her
So here I am posting this agony
for your benefit
Look to my example
and be warned
TALUFA WILL STEAL ALL THE FUCKING CHEETOHS.
Gritting my teeth
I slice my flesh with a shard of glass
like I will slice the love from my heart.
She was cold to me so I told her
that if she is like that to me again
I will kill my love for her, murder it.
My rage is like a thundercloud
raining blood into her email in-box
telling her what destruction I will wreak.
My feelings run deep, so deep
deeper than yours because I'm deep
I'm deep like a guy that's deep.
Quote from: Nigel on October 13, 2009, 10:44:21 PM
My rage is like a thundercloud
raining blood into her email in-box
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 13, 2009, 10:41:53 PM
That dirty little whore is gone
she has ignored my warnings of total destruction.
Now there is nothing left to do
but drive around with Talufa and Chef,
looking for Koreans to beat up.
But before we step to the van
I must post here, so that the world
will know of my pain
the agony that shatters me
because I couldn't keep her
So here I am posting this agony
for your benefit
Look to my example
and be warned
TALUFA WILL STEAL ALL THE FUCKING CHEETOHS.
:lulz: fucking hell! This is ART!
My rage stalks the night like
a Tongan war club
I mean, if a Tongan war club
had legs to stalk with
but you get the point
She left me, the bitch
(and yes, we WERE dating,
I really did talk to her,
so stop saying that)
And now I am alone
So that is why I am outside
of her apartment (She does know my name,
we've met, it was love, stop saying that)
going through her garbage
A pair of panties would do.
DIGTBK.
Quote from: Nigel on October 13, 2009, 10:44:21 PM
Gritting my teeth
I slice my flesh with a shard of glass
like I will slice the love from my heart.
She was cold to me so I told her
that if she is like that to me again
I will kill my love for her, murder it.
My rage is like a thundercloud
raining blood into her email in-box
telling her what destruction I will wreak.
My feelings run deep, so deep
deeper than yours because I'm deep
I'm deep like a guy that's deep.
:lulz: :mittens: to that, glorious, that and all.
This morning I woke,
the sky was dark and cloudy,
rain was threatening.
I broke,
down crying, on the asphalt,
as the sky began to shed its tears.
I was hoping
the lightning would strike me,
and save me from my agony.
The bitch killed me, inside.
My love is like a sword
stabbing me in the heart.
Her voice on the phone
giving me the cold shoulder.
I will show her, the bitch.
Feel my wrath! Feel it!
Boiling over the confines
of the internet, all over
forums and email and stuff!
This is my heartbreak
this is my heartbreak on acid.
Streams of purple eyeshadow
running down my face
like rivers
rivers of pain and torment and agony
and eyeshadow
I bought her dinner
she hardly touched her burrito
and then she wouldn't put out
that BITCH! that FUCKING WHORE!
RAGE!!!
Even the squirrels shy away
from my pain
and my caseworker says
I may need more help
but what does he know?
He is not as deep as me,
I AM very deep, you know,
and he cannot fathom the agony
that comes with the careless
handling of my feelings
So until you can understand
My rage, my sorrow
at her betrayal (she even claims
she never met me, the liar)
get the fuck out from under my bridge.
Loser.
From the moment I saw her
picture on the internet I knew
we were meant to be together;
closer and closer to her I grew
and devoted my life to showing
how deep love runs in my river
and how greatly it was growing,
how much I want to give her.
We grew closer and closer,
and my love grew ever deeper
but she called me a hoser
and said I couldn't keep her.
I will show that ice-queen whore,
I will filet my own heart out.
I will slam my hand in the door
and the internet will see me pout.
So I'm alone again
driving my cab at night
because I have nobody
to go home to, and no reason
not to work
But she's not really gone,
She'll be back, she only needs proof
of my love for her
and if proof is what she wants
that is what she'll get
So I drive my cab
and drink my coffee, and think about
that heartless bitch, that whore,
as I peruse with detached interest
the secret service security manual
Quote from: Nigel on October 13, 2009, 11:53:03 PM
From the moment I saw her
picture on the internet I knew
we were meant to be together;
closer and closer to her I grew
and devoted my life to showing
how deep love runs in my river
and how greatly it was growing,
how much I want to give her.
We grew closer and closer,
and my love grew ever deeper
but she called me a hoser
and said I couldn't keep her.
I will show that ice-queen whore,
I will filet my own heart out.
I will slam my hand in the door
and the internet will see me pout.
:lulz:
yooOOOoo BaBY LeTs PaaaAAArtYYyyyyyy yeah oh
we gOONna GIT IT DOOOoooaaaaaaaaaoooOOwn
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
WHUUUUUURURURGRGRGGRGGGGLLLIIIIIIIIIIBTPSPS!!!!!!!!!!!!111
WHHWHHUUURRRRRAAAAAAIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
yeaeaeaea ih ih yeeaaAAAaa ih
you sO fineeeeeEEEEEEeee aah AAaeh
WRRRRRRHHHRHRHRAAAAAAAAAAAAGHGGLRBRGLBGLBLGBLGB!!! IHHHG!!
(inspired by Idem's post in Musical Atrocities (http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=21398.msg763536#msg763536))
they call it "screamo", apparently.
Quote from: Triple Zero on October 14, 2009, 12:19:44 AM
they call it "screamo", apparently.
I call it "begging for an arse kicking".
People really don't do that shit.
Do they?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8F5YSA1Oz0 :(
Quote from: Triple Zero on October 14, 2009, 12:26:29 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8F5YSA1Oz0 :(
Why, Trip, why?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 14, 2009, 12:31:35 AM
Quote from: Triple Zero on October 14, 2009, 12:26:29 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8F5YSA1Oz0 :(
Why, Trip, why?
but but but Idem started it!
also the screamo screamy stuff, it makes me laugh, even more than the emo emo stuff or the gothy goth goth stuff. it's just that, the one moment they're being all lame and shitty, and then suddenly--BWLAAAAAAAAAAAARGRGRHHHIIIEEEGHGGHGHHHRHRGG!!! :lulz:
it's not really horrormirth, more like a bilegiggle. gets me every time.
BILEGIGGLE!
Quote from: Triple Zero on October 14, 2009, 12:19:44 AM
they call it "screamo", apparently.
That's not screamo. Screamo (http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=77:13459) was a post-punk/emo hybrid in the 90s and included bands like Brand New, The Used, Hawthorne Heights and Thursday.
The song that Idem originally posted is a pair of retards who thought combining the worst of Korn and T-Pain was somehow a good idea. Fuck those guys.
I went down to the store
to get more fire
but they were out
so I wake up cold and alone
ruined by early christmas sales
Cold grey dawn
sees the frost on my cheeks.
Frozen Tears
from an Icy Heart
left for weeks in the freezer
of your soul.
And so I'm sitting on the roof,
My back against the rough brick,
thinking of the ways
It all could have been so different
Why are you doing this to me?
Am I not living up
To what I'm supposed to be?
Why am I seething
With this animosity?
Imma let you finish,
But Leonard Cohen
Had some of the best
Depressing lyrics of all time.
Of.
All.
Time.
:mittens: :fuckmittens: :mittens:
I laughed, then I wept, then I laughed again.
~planeswalker
learning several lessons
Quote from: LMNO on October 14, 2009, 01:36:19 PM
Cold grey dawn
sees the frost on my cheeks.
Frozen Tears
from an Icy Heart
left for weeks in the freezer
of your soul.
And so I'm sitting on the roof,
My back against the rough brick,
thinking of the ways
It all could have been so different
Why are you doing this to me?
Am I not living up
To what I'm supposed to be?
Why am I seething
With this animosity?
Imma let you finish,
But Leonard Cohen
Had some of the best
Depressing lyrics of all time.
Of.
All.
Time.
Holy shit. :lulz: Leave it to LMNO to wring one last funny out of a used-up meme.
Now THAT, sir, is a
craftsman.
:thanks:
That was a particularly expert touch, there, Alphapance.
I have to be in a "mood" to listen to Leonard Cohen. Some of his stuff reminds me of cheesy romance novels from the 70's, though.
Quote from: Jenne on October 14, 2009, 03:28:59 PM
That was a particularly expert touch, there, Alphapance.
I have to be in a "mood" to listen to Leonard Cohen. Some of his stuff reminds me of cheesy romance novels from the 70's, though.
I'm always in the mood for Cohen.
Everybody Knows may be the best song ever written by anyone, anywhere.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 14, 2009, 03:30:46 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 14, 2009, 03:28:59 PM
That was a particularly expert touch, there, Alphapance.
I have to be in a "mood" to listen to Leonard Cohen. Some of his stuff reminds me of cheesy romance novels from the 70's, though.
I'm always in the mood for Cohen. Everybody Knows may be the best song ever written by anyone, anywhere.
He just makes me want to drink Corvoisier, put on a scratchy acrylic turtleneck sweater, light a fire in the grate and pop some JiffyPop is all. While watching the Munsters.
Quote from: Jenne on October 14, 2009, 03:32:22 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 14, 2009, 03:30:46 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 14, 2009, 03:28:59 PM
That was a particularly expert touch, there, Alphapance.
I have to be in a "mood" to listen to Leonard Cohen. Some of his stuff reminds me of cheesy romance novels from the 70's, though.
I'm always in the mood for Cohen. Everybody Knows may be the best song ever written by anyone, anywhere.
He just makes me want to drink Corvoisier, put on a scratchy acrylic turtleneck sweater, light a fire in the grate and pop some JiffyPop is all. While watching the Munsters.
He makes me want to stomp around in circles, shitting blood and clobbering monkeys that come within the arc of my grasp.
But, then again, most things have that effect on me.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 14, 2009, 03:34:17 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 14, 2009, 03:32:22 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 14, 2009, 03:30:46 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 14, 2009, 03:28:59 PM
That was a particularly expert touch, there, Alphapance.
I have to be in a "mood" to listen to Leonard Cohen. Some of his stuff reminds me of cheesy romance novels from the 70's, though.
I'm always in the mood for Cohen. Everybody Knows may be the best song ever written by anyone, anywhere.
He just makes me want to drink Corvoisier, put on a scratchy acrylic turtleneck sweater, light a fire in the grate and pop some JiffyPop is all. While watching the Munsters.
He makes me want to stomp around in circles, shitting blood and clobbering monkeys that come within the arc of my grasp.
But, then again, most things have that effect on me.
This is true. But I was exercising lame hyperbole, masking the fact I have odd taste in music.
Can't be any worse that RWHN's.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 14, 2009, 03:30:46 PM
Quote from: Jenne on October 14, 2009, 03:28:59 PM
That was a particularly expert touch, there, Alphapance.
I have to be in a "mood" to listen to Leonard Cohen. Some of his stuff reminds me of cheesy romance novels from the 70's, though.
I'm always in the mood for Cohen. Everybody Knows may be the best song ever written by anyone, anywhere.
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=14554.0
I love Leonard Cohen. Lovelovelove.
Quote from: LMNO on October 14, 2009, 04:06:25 PM
Can't be any worse that RWHN's.
Should I be ashamed that I actually own a Starship album, and not the one with "We Built This City"?
Please tell me it's the one with "Stairway to Cleaveland" on it.
Nope, 1989's Love Among the Cannibals. But, in my defense, I don't think I've actually listened to it once since 1989. That was my schmaltzy rock phase, the same year that brought us Cheap Trick's Lap of Luxury.
Wow.
I feel so much better about owning an Animotion album.
Quote from: LMNO on October 15, 2009, 02:24:02 PM
Wow.
I feel so much better about owning an Animotion album.
Both of you should kill yourselves and fuck the body.
Just saying.
It's been two years
And still the PAIN swells
bigger than the Beatles
even before Lennon was shot
I told her of my undying love
I told her that we were
made for each other
I told her I was still here
I told her all of this
and she looked at me and said
"who the fuck are you?"
and then she called the cops
Again
I climbed the highest mountain
I swam the deepest sea
I crossed the widest desert
and she left me for the mailman
because I was never home.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 13, 2009, 11:56:30 PM
So I'm alone again
driving my cab at night
because I have nobody
to go home to, and no reason
not to work
But she's not really gone,
She'll be back, she only needs proof
of my love for her
and if proof is what she wants
that is what she'll get
So I drive my cab
and drink my coffee, and think about
that heartless bitch, that whore,
as I peruse with detached interest
the secret service security manual
HAR! Forgot this one.
:lulz: this thread!
Nobody ever writes emo break up poetry about me... :cry:
Quote from: Doktor Phox on October 22, 2011, 12:16:00 AM
Nobody ever writes emo break up poetry about me... :cry:
Well, stop killing them when you're done with them.
Is HARD to write emo breakup poetry when you've been dissected for SCIENCE!
Quote from: Luna on October 22, 2011, 01:19:43 AM
Quote from: Doktor Phox on October 22, 2011, 12:16:00 AM
Nobody ever writes emo break up poetry about me... :cry:
Well, stop killing them when you're done with them.
Is HARD to write emo breakup poetry when you've been dissected for SCIENCE!
BUT I NEED TO KNOW WHAT GUTS LOOK LIKE! :crankey:
Quote from: Doktor Phox on October 22, 2011, 01:20:25 AM
Quote from: Luna on October 22, 2011, 01:19:43 AM
Quote from: Doktor Phox on October 22, 2011, 12:16:00 AM
Nobody ever writes emo break up poetry about me... :cry:
Well, stop killing them when you're done with them.
Is HARD to write emo breakup poetry when you've been dissected for SCIENCE!
BUT I NEED TO KNOW WHAT GUTS LOOK LIKE! :crankey:
I'm just saying, maybe leave one breathing long enough to write emo breakup poetry, THEN dissect.
My heart is the blackest of black.
No dye, no stain compares to the inky night of my soul.
My head aches--flooded with memories
MEMORIES, BITCH
Of promises never kept,
scenes from days spent believing your lies
Who are you?
Who are you to come here
find me
break everything
WHORE
I never considered the word before:
a word reserved for one who pleasures herself for no pay
like a train wreck
no lights
no sirens
just the cold, grey, metallic smash
metal on metal
my heart in a million fragments on pavement.
Pleasures herself
It fits.
whore.
I hope you realize I plan to have fun with this shit. Fuck it: if I had to go down, I'ma get my pennies out of that motherfucker.
:lulz:
Bestest fread EVAH. :lulz:
You WHORE
If it wasn't for me,
You wouldn't have moved to a new city
And started a new life
EVERYTHING YOU HAVE IS BECAUSE OF ME
I saw you at the food court
Your legs were crossed and you were jiggling your foot
I know that's how women jack off
Admit it baby, you saw me, you want me
That guy you're seeing, he doesn't love you
His love could never walk through a court order
And come right in your house and shit in your purse
You need a REAL man
What the fuck. :lulz:
Edit: I completely forgot about this thread.
Quote from: Anna Mae Bollocks on October 24, 2011, 03:49:13 PM
Bestest fread EVAH. :lulz:
You WHORE
If it wasn't for me,
You wouldn't have moved to a new city
And started a new life
EVERYTHING YOU HAVE IS BECAUSE OF ME
I saw you at the food court
Your legs were crossed and you were jiggling your foot
I know that's how women jack off
Admit it baby, you saw me, you want me
That guy you're seeing, he doesn't love you
His love could never walk through a court order
And come right in your house and shit in your purse
You need a REAL man
:mittens: