realest ♥♥♥♥ i ever heard .

you ever think about how the sun is a star like the star hole back door when you’re hitting it from the back like ur just staring into star dust throwing it back on ur ♥♥♥♥ like damn i’m really in this cosmic ♥♥♥♥ w my strap

notice how i never ♥♥♥♥ my pant when i lock in gaming. i trained my gonad bunghole poop chute to clench when i am aiming on my pc at all hours. they say my poop hole can withstand 9G force gaming action military grade riding into the sun particle rectile

pimp down pimp in disgresd

meet me @ the bunghole liquor sto

i'm a english patriot

im england to the core

my family are gypsys

and if you dont like that you dont have to talk to me

erm this guys old? happy birthday to my biggest furfaggot <3

im a very strong, some might even call me alpha male (awoo) but thank you xo

happy birthday twink xoxo

Death grip

♥♥♥♥♥ wasn’t tight enough I’ve changed

certified cali hickified lil peep clone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5FRBx4GlDo

Humanoid men are afraid of me. Their genes subconsciously tell them that they are no match for me. Humanoid females avoid me. I intimidate them. But one day they will realize their mistake in not choosing me. They will realize that they could've created a pack with a Wolf.

i wove chu mwikey-san,,, dattebayo!! OwO

GGs bro you just killed me, I only had time for 1 game after my 12 hour shift. I guess you’re just better haha. gotta pick up my kids and get ready to go to my second job, hope you have a good stream!

oh but before i forget i gotta turn off my playstation and find the remote to turn off my 75inch OLED TV! also gotta put my controller on my halo chief charging kit action figure as well. anyway, have a good one man hope you get a life!

At the beach - Where the hoes at? Cocky want boing boing!

he’s the best guy around. it’s michael. happy birthday to this mouse and keyboard aiming legen <3

happy birthday my pretty princess <3

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No, William Shakespeare did not write "Scene 1 of Suneater, the Eldenloaf Series." The text you provided significantly diverges from Shakespeare's known writing style, themes, and language. Shakespeare's works, written in the late 16th and early 17th centuries, are known for their eloquent use of the English language, intricate character development, and exploration of themes such as love, power, betrayal, and the human condition.

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Scene 1 of Suneater, the Eldenloaf Series

Enter Sire p00pshriek, Eldenloaf:
Peasants congregate:
Sir, sir! We implore thee, with downy flakes ashen and all full from thee tighten hole call forth a gale from the suthern anu' for our harvest! Deposit thy absolute substance!

Enter Poop-Choir, the Guarden of Odinshord:
The resplendant sire 'ought not release from his holy oculus in gauche fashion a darkly frescoed anu', tis sublimis tableaux vivant; not for thee!
The Poop-Choir chants the omen of the dustbringer, synchronizing short burbles and heavy, quaking gurgles. The magnitude nears the devastation of a miremaker.
The peasants crust over as though their bodies have forgotten time. A strong and blest gust from the suthern odinanu' blows them to bits, contrails billowing out like an army of black butterflies from the catacombs upon a migrant flurry.

Enter Simpleboyp00p, Loafcenobite the 3rd, responding promptly to the trumpet tone of the Poop-Choir. His actions are thus:
Simpleboyp00p, Loafcenobite the 3rd appraises the odious, magnanimous esplanade of fresh loaf-bits flying vigorously in his direction. With his major and minor alars flared potently, he skillfully snorts with venerable apatheia, his face bearing the enchantment, melding into a contortionist's most emotionally anguished mask. The artifice and subterfuge mingles with the ecstasy, becoming singular.

Sire p00pshriek, Eldenloaf, cannot even fathom the look as he stupidly sniffs with vortex lustration. His countenance turns a dark, piddling shade.

Simpleboyp00p, Loafcenobite the 3rd composes himself, allowing the most primitive reflex to turn the ground into his throne. He positions himself in a power-stance and rises many meters upon his mountain fastness.
Sire and the Choir fail to withhold the reflexive signage of the appalled, and demarcations of birthright become less obvious. Forgetting themselves, they stand paralyzed with awe before the finest ever witnessed sanctum sanctorum: a true Eldenloaf.
Suddenly, Sire p00pshriek, Eldenloaf cries out with the power of three voices overlapping. This releases, too, a shrine, a pile, or a throne of sorts and he begins rising to meet Simpleboyp00p, Loafcenobite the 3rd, an outright and devastating battle for right to rule.

Perhaps it was I, the recorder of this event, who was floating... or the whole world, I know not. In this indescribable singularity, I floated from myself as my senses became overly saturated, like foreboding clouds, unable to keep me in any longer. This dread duo steeped the world, the change in their physiognomy a strange and ancient trance like animism, of which defied even the dark gospel's Dream-Chief omens. Between the pain and the way they looked, the supernal mountains rising ever higher so as to be waged in the celestial arms of heaven, the midnight grew around me.

I caught in the cold-blooded duel of ascensionism a most unholy and subatomic flux in my faith. I screamed at the profane Suneater diety, his starlit dome just above, and watched an ever more compelling darkness color the world as it rushed in from afar. The scar of my forsaken oath remains, a dread alienage from a time immemorial. It is I now, I who searched the sky for faith and was crushed by the silence, who bleeds upon the fields like an indigent undiscovered behind the mirage of a collective disreality. I, the savior of all my kind, imprisoned by the pains of what only I have seen.

Age of the 1st Suneater, Notes on the Otherworld

i was fr0zen in the awareness that my freaky little beefbUTT was boutabe all bouncy i was staring at my teacher and she thought i was having an absence seizure but i was just eager about my little boybutt and so fr0sty too my body fr0zen with p00p sh1t like i was knowing i was about to r1p the ever most excrescence and what was audible first with a vigorous and violent shaking of the world under duress of my premonition come to fruition was the trumpet tone without crescendo simply an immediate supersonic flapping of my cheeks and i smiled so heavy i thought my tooth fell out

Me and Michael

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPx_ZWKYRCE

🥳MERRY ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ CHRISTMAS ☃️🎉 ITS DICKMAS TIME 😈😼👌🏼👈🏼💦 H0E H0E H0E 🌬🌬 🥳MERRY ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ CHRISTMAS ☃️🎉 ITS DICKMAS TIME 😈😼👌🏼👈🏼💦 H0E H0E H0E 🌬🌬 SANTA CLAUS 🎅 IS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ❄️ TO TOWN 😜😜 SHOUT OUT MY BOY J-CHRIST 🙏🏼😇 😇

i love watching brokeback mountainm where 18 naked cowboys brave the cold elements of the americas

super rare. super hard to find. scrub daddy, in the original packaging BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?? im gonna pop it out, im going to show you whats good with it. okay? like i always do.UM. this unit was the first of its kind to have the super rare patented any hole technology. you see that? you could go through the eye.. go through the other eye... go through the mouth, and its ALL going to the same place baby. and THAT is just you never see that anymore its discontinued! um, also... this one will work with regular household dish soap. squirt a lil' dawn on there, take that sucker to tow

i wanna fu c.k a girl so hard i start squirting s h.it from my butt like a black piss stream straight backwards like a whales blowhole and it starts spraying like a sprinkler until my d i.ck becomes a vortex that spins at violent centrifugal speeds that needs stephen hawking to revive from the dead to postulate a theory on how to stop me from cu.m ming so fu c.king hard

scooter gang cuhh pull up

i tale, a day much like today (nigh 3 suns past), living in the eternal memory of that special moment is the cadence of Mickle, who was crouched in his yearless, nighttime bunker (the womb), the gradual glow of his life coursed across the aether, and i saw in his dome shaped sapien head, as it emerged and violated all known biological principles, the resplendent aura of my brother of light spanning the distance, which in human awareness is always singularly impressed upon the soul. it was then that i knew the truth - wordless attainment of love - like a mother, or the primordial early-ancients, namely Esel'tear, who eased his youthful eyes glimpsing the harmonic ecstasies echoing passionately throughout untarnished wide plains, rainstorm meadows, high-mountains blending into the clouds above with their winter-white peaks, and the fluorescent-gold of sunlight falling in from endless heights to separate the cold shades that gripped the land.

entwined in the glow of starlight, all out of that force for darkness: ever in the ethereal, heavenly aurora which softly caressed silent-skies and gazed into eyes naive to the unknown, was you, enchanting the spotless mind which had known only the heavy adornment of sorrow, brought full-bloom into the fields of elation. on this day i remember, like the view of open waters and waves in an infinite ocean where the days whip past me sailing from the ephemeral into a world which all life awaits, yet your light persists; like a comet rippling throughout the calm, quiet dark - that i dwelt this realm not a stranger, but as some entity of matter wrought in flaming cosmic atonement.

soul to soul, escaping the misery of forever, a silent and perfect interchange of love so enlivened and endless that lucidity itself attempts to see life as we do, holding you to me, living and maturing through dreams that filter the never-end, merge and flood, and lead the way back home from the realms beyond where these earthly-bound shores cover the superficial atomy of our floating spirits as they unwind and turn, floating emptily like bones in the waters of a greater unity outside time's reach, following the soul-innervating aura of our embrace like a catalyst glitching the seams of reality as we float on by like stars in an incomprehensible vastness.

happy birthday to Mickle, calling as i may ever close my eyes to sleep, blissfully free in the solace of a beating heart, pulsing with life in the lungs, spreading chemicals that swim in the red-rivers of serenity throughout the whole of my body, and the world moving beneath my feet where everything in-between bends under the force of your existence and becomes unveiled in the floodlights of your indelible, love-radiating presence like an undiscovered element so intoxicating and pure which came to be known as this beautiful, ceaseless moment: your birthday.

happy birthday u old ♥♥♥♥♥♥ (2 days late)

Hap burfday

Brick Nose Benny bumbles flips and flops like a frantic freak! His flimsy feet flail about in the air like they're on a trampoline made of Jell-O. And just when you think he's lost control, he shoots off like a bottle rocket in a starfish formation, disappearing into the dark abyss like a magician's disappearing act! It's a sight to behold, if you're not too dizzy from watching his reckless yoga antics!

johnnieold doing twistflips off heaven arches into the vantablack void like a manic mongolo with rheumatoid arhtiritis i dont respect him

What the holy hole my butthole bun is blasting out meat patties rn

Ni

my weed 2 loud, my btch 2 bad, n my money 2 long

join now, santa's hoe hoe sleigh. featuring his big thottie deer mommas with SPANKed red MILKERS delight with all the toys imagineable on sight, see the wOrld and get that happy ending. you will not last CLICK AT YOUR OWN RISK

LVL 7 THREAT TO SOCIETY

BUFFS: +reality fog +illusive comatose silence +soul sphere guarded by an unlikeable habitus +no remorse +illegible and imprecise +hates you +holds his middle finger at you in his pocket

DEBUFFS: +burns in the atmosphere of coexistence +time amounts to pain +mental fragility +likes coca cola slushies

LVL 99 GOD OF DARKNESS: +conditioned to hear the vacant silence +walks hidden in the cold black rain +spirit tied to the sunshower in his mind +burns the midnight oil at noon +reimagines his soul in the eternal nighttime heavens +keeps blissfully out of harms reach in the shelter of solitude +bypasses the ephemeral +remembers the forgotten soldiers +takes the path of least existence +eyes always averted down -long hair even tho bald +prefers death over defeat +justifies delusional daydreams

[23f] looking for some up Dawg