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What’s the difference between a goat?
Nor can it ride a bike.
Two elephants were flying across the ocean.
One of them said to the other: “Hey watch out you have a croissant in your eye!”
The other one replied: “I can’t hear you, I have a croissant in my eye.”
Hälge the elk was sitting in a tree with his pal. A submarine landed in another tree nearby.
Hälge said: “He probably lives there.”
Do you like DnB?
Are you into Swedish House?
Do you have a thing for complextro/electro house?
Maybe a bit more basic progressive house?
Perhaps melodic dubsteppy tunes strike your fancy?
Or are you more of a bagpipes person?
Just some noise I made to get to know my vst plugins a bit better.
A priest, a rabbi, and Spiderman were about to walk into a bar. The priest ran in.
That motherfucker ruined the whole joke.
Two forks were cruising among the clouds.
Suddenly one of them came crashing down.
Why? Because forks don’t fly.
Two horses were out flying on a sunny afternoon.
Then one of them crashlanded.
Why? She got a fork in her eye.
Why the long face?
Because of the fork in her eye.
A dog was flying around in a glass.
Two elks were flying around. One said to the other:
“Hey isn’t it strange that we’re all flying when we really can’t?”
The other responded: “Don’t worry, my father is a hotdog vendor.”
Once upon a time, there was another time.
“Watch out for that pitfall.”
What do you call a joke between two interns?
A man ordered one meter of sausage from the butcher. The butcher replied that they don’t sell by the meter, only by the kilo. So the man ordered a kilometer.
“Hey waiter, this tastes like rabbit!”
“It is a rabbit.”
“But I ordered vegetarian.”
“Rabbits are vegetarians.”
Skeletor walks into a bar. He orders a beer and a towel.
All the ants in the ant hill were pissed off about the elephant that always ruined their anthill. So they all attacked him at once, but the elephant just shook them all off. All but one.
All the ants on the ground started shouting to him “Sleeper hold, Jeremy! Sleeper hold!”
“Can I please have your poop, if you don’t mind?”
“I don’t give a shit.”
I can’t for the life of me remember the colour of the queen’s white horse. I do, however, remember a fork stuck in her eye.
All the legs of this horse were exactly the same length, especially the left one.
Why did mrs Fsh leave mr Fish for mr Fisherman?
I named my cats One and Two, so that if One dies I still have Two.
Who sent you that anonymous love letter?
Right when I took a dump in that vent, that’s when the shit hit the fan.
What do you get if you do a handstand with a cat on your feet while someone is playing the banjo?
I have no idea.
Why did the elephant go to the ant’s funeral?
Because the ant was dead.
Why did the elephant wear a purple tie to the funeral?
Because the red one was in the laundry.
Why is that pop song sounding so wishy-washy?
Because RedOne was in the laundry.
A wheelchair bound man and his wife found a magical cave that could restore any one person to perfect condition. But only one of them. Since the man was in a wheelchair, they decided that he would be the one to enter the cave.
He rolled into the cave, then he came back out and said to his wife:
“Check out the rims on this bad boy! And look how fast it rolls.”
The stallion didn’t get lucky with the mares. They were all over some other stallion. One day he found out why. The other stallion was bringing them carrots and apples.
So the stallion yelled to the mares:
Once upon a time there was a young girl named Emma Royd. All the kids made fun of her, until one day she slit her wrists.
A hunter accidentally shot himself. His hunter friend called 911 and told them what happened, that his friend was dead. The lady on the other end of the line asked if he’d made sure that the man was really dead, and not just passed out from the pain. She heard a rifle shot, and the hunter said “Now I have.”
Those triplets in the submarine, what’s their names again?
Thor, Pedro, and Perry Scope.
if -what- were a -can of tuna-, and -universal- was a -baseball bat-, the -baseball bat- will break the -can of tuna-, this means that an orange brutal rape scene might actually be required to disallow the -baseball bat- from breaking the -can of tuna-, giving -what- value instead of being smashed to smithereens.
This song is a rough version of a song I wrote awhile ago. I was playing around with the idea of being in an internal hell, and traveling through the parts of self that were once overlooked… Check it out..
This one, I wrote with the idea of the Apple of Eden in my mind. If you want me to elaborate on it, let me know. :)
If you like this stuff like my facebook page!
Ask me if I’m a boat.
Are you a boat?
Ask me if I’m a house.
Are you a house?
No! I’m a fucking boat!
A midget walks under a bar.
A dad buffalo and his son are hangin’ in the grass.
Kid buffalo is like hey dad screw you! I’m going off to college to be a real buffalo!
Dad buffalo says “Bison”
If you guys get any fish jokes let minnow.
Walleye can think of a few, they don’t come easy!
But I know for sure when a fish hits a wall they scream “DAM!”
I was gonna shoot some pool, but the queue was too long.
What’s the difference between a polar bear?
He’s whiter on the belly than on the weekend.
Want to hear a sick joke?
Why did Stephen Hawking try to play golf?
To reduce his handicap.
This show is a drag.
Yeah, that’s because it’s a dragshow.
@tine, i’ll bite.
A few years ago, I fell on some really bad times. It was the low point in my life, really. I was involved in a pretty bad accident, that deformed most of my face, made me walk with a limp, and gave me burns over most visable parts of my body. I lost my job, and couldnt find work. People told me it was due to the bad economy, but I knew it was because I was hideous.
I almost hit rock bottom when a good friend of mine from highschool said he had a job for me. It was a fitting job, because I didnt have to work with anyone and didnt interact with people all that often at all. It was a night time security position at a factory my friend worked at. The first couple of weeks were great, I had a lot of down time, and got to keep to myself mostly. All I had to do was get rid of pesky tresspasers, which was easy because they all ran away after seeing my deformed figure. When they saw me, they acted like I was a monster, or something.
I finally got to a good place in my life, when a bunch of pesky kids started to ruin my life. They would keep coming around, trying to do god knows what. But I had a job, and I was determined to do it well. So everytime they came around, I would try my hardest to get rid of them. We had quite a few run ins, which resulted in great chases around the complex, in and out of rooms and all around.
They were a bizarre group of kids. Looked like a bunch of hippies really, and a couple of them just always looked stoned and scared. I swear I felt like they drugged me a couple of times, because they had a dog with them who I swear could talk. A week into our constant run ins, they finally got the best of me and caught me in a fish net that fell from above(im still embbarased about that one). To add insult to injury, they tried rip my face off thinking it was a mask.
Turns out my friend who got me the job was lying to me the whole time, and using me as a ploy in his plot to rob the factory. I was arrested and charge with aiding and abbetting and given 5 years in prison. Am I sad about the whole thing? Not really, mostly just mad. I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasnt for those pesky kids. And their stupid dog, too.
@tine, mine was more confusing :P
still i do not want to simulate a fucking stereotype, i do not know what the fuck if anything fucking happened but i`m in love with it, it`s so full , so wholy, it`s nice. And i`m bullshitting because i cannot recreate reality, i am just pointing at something, trying to tell you that there is BEAUTY!!!
@tine Hmmmmm okay.
She came into the house screaming, blood was splattered all over her little white dress. Her face was burnt with mortality, her eyes were stained with fear. She collapsed at my feet, cursing every godly being in existence, pulling on my shirt, pulling at my soul trying to pull me close. I looked down and smiled, cupped her pale angelic face, caressed her soft blood spattered cheeks. I bent down to capture her eyes, to dig them out of their home, she knew what she was evoking, she knew the time has come.
She whimpered, clutching at my hands, scratching at my wrists. She cried, “my love, my love, what have they done.” I smiled bigger, the black hole in my chest pounded faster. Unfurling itself, the creature was calling, the blood absorbed was bringing it solace. The blood from the massacre sunk in deeper. Fusing itself with mine, fusing itself with something far from divine.
The walls started boiling, the atoms started screaming. My love screeched in terror, anticipating what was whispering back, praying the thing she had beckoned would pity her reasoning, would allow her life to be spared. I sighed; I knew no matter how much she pathetically pleaded, the darkness would consume her light, consume her soul, consume the very essence that keeps her alive. My love understood, she understood what I could do. She understood the fate she gambled, she understood he was near.
I smiled, I smiled so deep. I kissed her warm cheeks, licked away her salty tears. Inhaling her smell deeper, inhaling her life away, inhaling her last breath, basking in the ecstasy of her sweet touch. She choked, falling deeper into my embrace. The atmosphere was vibrating, the creature was awake. In the distance he was laughing. I knew the time has come.
The chasm grew deeper, the darkness grew louder. Trickling down off her body, the blood pooled with power, the hole within me grew stronger, warping my soul into the sinner. Shimmering I fell, into the hole of my world. Into the plain where he awaited, into the universe I had created.
And there he sat, breathing in the last of her love, tossing her drained body back to the place where her pathetic existence remained. There he towered, there he laughed, there he was awaiting for my command. He knew what I wanted, he knew I couldn’t resist. “It’s time, Anamchara, it’s time to release this bliss.” I giggled, I laughed, with a stern gaze at the world around me, at the shadows that giggled in unison. At the creatures cawing, at the creatures tempting me to set them free, to the creatures who rocked in hyper clarity. To send them back to my world, to purge it all of idiotic blind hope, its what these creatures desired. They desired to be free, waiting for their master to bless them with this remedy. The remedy to purge, with the strength of him. With the power of me. It was time, it was time to bless them free.
I remember it like it was yesterday…
The atmosphere around the kitchen table never felt so tense.
It was unlike most nights.
Most nights we would talk. Most nights we would have fun.
The restlessness in my fathers eyes and the grind in his voice was enough to let us know something was wrong.
I looked at my mother as she walked in the room.
She looked back. I looked away. She sat down.
As we began to eat, a scratching was heard. It grew louder.
My sister got up to find where it was coming from.
She couldn’t find it.
My dad found it. It coming from behind a painting in the dining room.
He got up, put his ear against the wall.
Out of nowhere a half-man half-rat creature burst through the wall, tackling my father to the ground.
A struggle ensued.
My mother and my sister ran upstairs.
Thank everyone in this thread for this thread:
I wish all threads were like t-shirts that didn’t unravel, I’d like them to be brown, but not as white as bloodstained textile trees. Even, it would be more perfect as if that will ever happen on a regular basis wouldn’t be so special anymore if it were to be all colors at the same time. It just wouldn’t make sense to state that which is what or the other way around, because either way, the song that just started on the radio is a song. But how can it be a radio while really every radio seems to have both blue and wood in them. All radios are therefore not the same and equally different. Really, there is no difference between radios that propagate t-shirts that have white bloodstained threads on them. While this seemingly makes no sense, it really doesn’t if you look at it in the right way. But if you look at it in the wrong way, it will seem as if it isn’t untrue. While really all the truth is that remote controls are not always as visible as those that are more invisible. Some just have that special feature that makes food turn into drinks and drinks into remote controls that turns and twists until the very fabric and time are one. One and times make 2, the number 3 if you subtract from 5, while dividing the cucumber into more than 3 pieces. However, one piece may not provide piece for the whole world. Although you might think that one peace of a cake is made out of chocolate and the other cake is made out of chocolate, they are not what society wants you to think.
Cold and serene, heart pounding, I watched the scene unfold through the reality I had opened, ‘’this is madness,” my mind said. “what is this before me being released?” the window in the mind through which I sat perched, sensed him, black and warped, twisted, blackening the reality of the individual before me. Giggling, the individual that once was, swallowed the innocence before it, offering it as a blood sacrifice to the dark god growing within.
like an earthquake, the perspective bubble in which I sat started to lose integrity as a legion of voices shook the very foundation of the projection, growing louder and louder as the manic giggle changed in pitch to a manic gleeful cackle. distorted, insistent, and blind with rage, the voices spoke an unspoken command, “feed us, feed us, Feed Us, FEed US, FEED US!” i sensed the dark god’s power growing, entranced by it, i forget myself, and became lost within its expanding dark light,
this was a mistake, believing in my abilities to fully, i forgot the power of such beings, as it’s non-light expanded, it eventually touched the light of my perch. like an assassin realizing he has been seen in the act, the dark god and his minions all turned their gaze towards me, the cackling ceased, as even the individual’s awareness sensed a watcher, terrible was its gaze as it left the individual in my direction…
–while dividing the cucumber into more than 3 pieces.–
see, while i agree that a cucumber is a genuine mathematical function, dividing it into 3 surely is not advisable, i say this because, if we consider all the radios, all the tee-shirts, and the bloodstains that drip from each, each drop can be measured by the chocolate society desires, which is peace, irregardless if the word irregardless is really a word in the first place
The rolling man
Man, was he rolling
What was the man rolling?
Rolling rolling rolling rolling, I am starting to forget what rolling means to an end of which craft. Craftsmen that made you mad bro?
You mad bro?
Melting brains to make new candles, that actually DO work, instead of those that have worked before time and space, outer space nonetheless!
Inner time and outer space that collide with words and sentences and sentences and brawn that is trying to overcome the brain. Brains turing into a game to substantiate yhe weakness of every hat is not strong enough. Strong enough the hold the weight of the rowld. The weight of the world, that wich has no end and it ultimately not flat, not perfectly round. A round fired from a pistol, bullets flying, healing because it contains seeds that spur new death. New death, new life, other forms of life that merge into neither life nor death, my brain, my brain, my fucking brain, Are you trying to understand? YOU CANÝ I tricked you, you fool, you tought yu knew the world, while it is, it is, it JUST FUCKING IS! How can you be so selfing to take up all my time, pondering, pondering, pondering over space and time, Hell, who says space and time exist, they exist right? Do they? Do you exist my brain, yes I do, I do, I am on the one typing this. It is not you, it is I, the brain, you are a slave under my control. CONTROL, total mindfucking control, is it free willy to fly over a fucking damn? Free willy can’t even fly and I am well known of this fact, Facts don’t exist, you don;t exist, I don’t exist, nothing exists, it falls away, it crumbles. It crumbles like rocks falling from the void into the space of smoke.
Time to go to sleep.
The first place, are you aware of witches brewing against your unfortune?
I would say that when you divide society into three groups, ultimately it would be the same as saying that choclate spelled as choclate is wrong. In your statement you seem so inconsistent that I can only make sure thiat if your blood drips, it doesn’t drip on the hands of men that work at the radio station. You can’t be genuine if you say that when math equals all radios and tea shirhs.
Am I going insane or is the world sane enough for me not to understand it?
see, this is how i know you are wrong, the witches contacted me the other day, explaining the brew WAS society split into 3 cucumber slices, instead of chocolate, they use the word fudge, fudge then contains the blood that drips from the radioman’s hands which explains why (R)adio + (T)ee-shirt = math.
She took a step back to catch her breath, a mix of sweat and blood dripping from her forehead. She touched the gash in her forehead and looked at the blood on her fingers.
“Isn’t it strange…” she said “…how we forget what it feels like… to feel?”
I got up and replied, “Hmm yes, that is strange… but we’re not here to talk, are we?”
She laughed. “Are you ready to meet your doom?”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “Absolutely, but… you always talk about my demise, yet you fail to deliver. What makes you think this time will be any different? Hmm?
Give me your best shot.”
She raised her dagger and asked “Trying to be a badass, are we? You know, I just knocked you to the ground.”
“That is true…” I replied, “..but I’m not the one who’s panting and sweating. Nor am I bleeding as much as you are. Do you want to take a break?”
She laughed and said “Don’t even try, I know you’re just trying to slither away, you know that you’re losing.”
There was no fear in her eyes, nor was there any anger. Her grudge was long gone. The last couple of times she had returned merely for the passion of strife, and the sheer joy of the bloodshed.
“Those cracks in your sanity are beginning to show.” I said, “Isn’t it funny how you’re becoming more and more like the man whom you want to put to an end?”
She smiled, “Well, I realized something. I understood why you did what you did, I understand you. I no longer wish to terminate your kind for revenge, I gave up that illusion of righteousness a long time ago, what I want is to replace you.
Because there can only be one.”
She got closer, I raised my guard and said
“So they say, but is it really so? There are many people like me, and all is fine as long as we don’t get too close to one another. Do you think I would have spared you if I was the least bit worried that you might put me out of the game? I won’t be around forever, and I want to make sure that my legacy is not lost, and thanks to you… it won’t.”
She charged at me, we crossed blades, she flung mine away. She took a swing, but I caught her arm.
“I’m impressed, you’ve improved. But let’s fight on equal terms, shall we?” I say, as I disarm her.
She agreed. She took something out of her pocket, she tried to conceal it, then she threw off the cliff. All I could see was that it was sharp and shiny.
“A secret weapon? You’re bringing secret weapons to our fight? How dare you, how could you stoop so low? This is unacceptable!”
I charged at her, she tried to retaliate but she was just too tired. I grabbed her by the throat.
“See, I told you that you were losing your power. You’re too tired to fight. I could end this right now, and I should, since you cheated. As much as I enjoy this game, I cannot tolerate this. This is supposed to be my haven, my peaceful place, yet you come here time and time again, and now you bring concealed weapons…”
I lead her over to the cliff.
“If I ever see you around here again, I will throw you off this cliff… Understand?”
She nods, as tears start emerging from her eyes. I throw her to the ground. What little fighting spirit was still in her before had now left, she was depleted, exhausted. She was defeated.
“Once again, you disturb my peace and try to kill me. Once again, you ended up defeated on the ground, crying, trying to grasp onto your life. And once again, I claim my prize, you know the rules of this game.”
As I started walking toward her, I said, “Isn’t it strange… how we forget what it feels like to learn the same painful lessons that we’ve already learned? Isn’t it peculiar how-”
With panic in her eyes, she screamed “BEHIND YOU!”
I laughed, “So, you’re resorting to this? Did you really think that I would fall for that?”
A hand lands on my shoulder, and I hear a strangely familiar voice.
I turned to look. It was a strange, hooded, disfigured man, I couldn’t see his face but I know I had seen him somewhere before.
He took off the hood, revealing a face.
It was HIM.
The one who ought not be, the one man I wished I had put to an end when I had the chance. If he even was a man in the first place, as he was clearly not fully human.
“That was quite some duel, I witnessed the whole event. You have improved a lot since last time we met.
Do you still remember how we used to have duels like these? Doesn’t she remind you of the old you? The you that was before I arrived…”
I knew that if this turned into a fight I would stand no chance, especially not after my duel with her. I was starting to suspect that this might be the end of the line, but I would not give up with a fight to the hilt.
“What do you want? Have you come to challenge me?” I asked him.
He smiled, “That is a tempting offer, indeed… but that is not why I am here. And I don’t think you are in appropriate condition for fighting…”
I was relieved. I asked him, “Then why are you here? I thought we agreed that I would stay here and you would not come here.”
He smirked. “Oh yes, we did. But I have good reason to oppose this agreement.
I come here with a proposal, for both of you. I have a plan…”
‘In memorias res’ – A short story I made for an assignment in middle school
@tine, That’s the whole story, getting someone interested in seeing where it goes was the only point of it, so I guess it’s not that bad after all.
If you want to add to it, go ahead. As long as it stays dark and gritty, it probably fits.
@tine, But the magic is in the fact that it is incomplete, it starts of in the middle of something and ends before it’s over, this creates tension. If I gave you the beginning and the end, that magic would be gone, and you would see that it isn’t really a good story. The tension was all it had to offer.
Just like a typical club song, very little musical value, but lots and lots of tension keeps you wanting more.
Same goes for a lot of song lyrics, be it a romantic song or a “let’s fight” song, it starts right in the middle, “I feel this, I feel that. I want this and that. Maybe I’ll do this, maybe I’ll do that” but it never happens, does it?
Along comes yet another song with another scenario like it.
You don’t know where things are going, that’s what makes the whole thing. But it’s an illusion, the stories, songs, movies, etc. are very predictable, most of the time you’re already certain how it will end. But in the moment, there is still that tension, and even if you understand where things are going that part of you doesn’t.
It’s the same thing with art. A perfectly made portrait is just an attempt at a replica, it may look good, but it’s still just an imitation, and it’s not as good as the real thing.
But then there are those paintings who are almost there, but not quite, still kinda vague and diffuse, but you get the rough idea. It gets your mind going, and this stimulation is what makes it nice.
I’m not even a good writer, if I were to complete a story it still couldn’t compare to what’s already out there. And why make an inferior imitation, know what Im sayin?
I don’t even like writing fiction haha.
The story isn’t good, it’s all in the tension.
It’s like sex. Which of the following are more exciting?
A) “Wanna fuck?” “Sure!” Clothes come off, fucking ensues.
B) She’s been teasing and challenging you all day, you’re finally about to get some, she’s undressing, you’re making out, but she runs away giggling and hides somewhere, you find her, she gave you yet another challenge, you succed and you finally get to fucking her brains out…
That’s what I thought.
That’s because of tension and release. Like the drop in a song, the happy ending of a movie, the climax at the end of a love session, the gold in them thar hills… it’s only as sweet as the contrast coming from the release of tension.
You know there’s something good at the end, but you don’t know when you’ll get it, it keeps you on your toes.
It’s a bit scary actually, because people’s desires can be manipulated by simple teasing like this, things become more precious when they’re slightly out of reach.
Just like a boring string suddenly becomes interesting to a cat when you start moving it.
Just like the average stick the dog usually ignores becomes his life mission once it’s thrown.
Just like running away is a surefire way to lure out a shy wild (predatory) animal.
Anything can be made to grasp a person’s interest with the right methods, it’s all in the tease, building up the tension, and not giving it to them.
The higher the tension, the sweeter the release. The more you want something, the better it feels when you get it, that’s why foreplay was invented.
So people who want a lot of stimulation will get themselves excited about anything as long as it’s “shiny,” it’s a stepping stone to their desired stimulation.
Because after all, we choose to get ourselves so excited about things, just because we love the feeling of release. Things aren’t just striking our fancy for no reason, it’s our opportunistic minds seeing a chance to get off.
That’s why we get bored with things we can take for granted.
We love to struggle because overcoming struggle is the only way to feel release. We always find things to get bothered about, and if we don’t we create them.
But the more you see this, the more it goes away.
Spew of my thoughts for 5 minutes:
Relationships suck. I looked for a couple years for one, finally get one, now she wants to break up for unknown reasons. She agreed to another month or two to see if she develops any real feelings for me. (I was under the impression she would try to make it work, not reply with one word texts and avoid me)
plus, we’re moving! Again! 3rd time this has happened around christmas. I am becoming numb to this crap. Plus i’m one hell of a scrooge for christmas this year, haha.
I was at the zenith of my happy-wave, but apparently this is the down. Oh well, there will be another up as soon as this season passes. Hopefully college will be as awesome as my friend tells me it is!
I like potatoes. I had a baked potato for dinner. Why is this even on my mind?
I should probably check the fb message… *checks*
okay where was I… mom and her bf arguing. I love this song, *checks pandora* “Been Awhile” by Staind. Probably should title this spew of information as well.
Will anyone bother reading this? I doubt it. haha.
ooh, slipknot. Snuff is a good song. Text *checks it*
*SPOILER* the first two paragraphs are the only useful part!
Look, were you to create an attempt to strike a decent conversation with me, you have failed. For I, have not understood one single thing that you have tried typing in order to communicate. I, therefore, state, that you are one incoherent person, of which no one human is able to properly communicate with. I, on the other hand, have made complete and utter sense and sense only. I tried to explain to you again and again, that math is not a combination of radiacs NOR tea shots. And since, I am a mathematician, a wizard of numbers. I will bluntly state to you, that there is no such thing as being a victim of counterfeit.
I am rong and you are wright.
I mean, you are wright, no wrong.
Even if you were to be right, you will still not be more right than me not being wrong AT ALL.
He smirked. “Oh yes, we did. But I have good reason to oppose this agreement.
I come here with a proposal, for both of you. I have a plan…”
both sighed in relief, she for avoiding a cliff dive, he for avoiding the same fate, slowly they began to relax into the idea of a plan that did not include them testing their ability to fly.
he smirked again, “Good.. now that you are relaxed and see a future, know my plan… i was only kidding, of course i am here to kill you..”
and with a burst of an energy field, sent them both to their fate.
–Hopefully college will be as awesome as my friend tells me it is!–
you will be experiencing a change like you cannot imagine when you go to college, you will no longer be confined to the darkness of other people, you will begin to blaze your own trail, forget the girl, ‘develop feelings’, man, you’re worth more than that,
you live in anderson, IN right? if so, i own a tanning salon in Kokomo, 3099 S Webster St. 46902, i’m there m-f 12-9, if you ever want someone to talk to
Thanks Tine, I need a tan, so I may show up someday. haha.
And as far as the girl, I think things are working a little bit better now, I saw her yesterday and we seemed to be back to normal. Plus, there are other fish in the sea if not. I like her, but if it happens, it happens. :)