Oh shit, whattup?
Oh shit, whattup?
Hello, my name is Bee. Pleased to meet you .
WE HAVE RETURNED, AS FORETOLD LONG AGO, THE FINAL SIGN OF THE ENDTIMES, WHEN THE SKIES TURN RED LIKE ARTERIAL BLOOD, AND THE FORUM HAST REACHED THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL IT HAST GONE DOWN. BOW, WORSHIP, FEAR!
Moonlight will fall
Winter will end
Harvest will come
Your heart will mend
This one's for my buddy MysticSonic <3
ILE
7w8 so/sp
Very busy with work. Only kind of around.
Sup
Bow before your elders
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
EWWW I HATE MY AVATAR PIC EWWWW
SEE Unknown Subtype
6w7 sx/so
[21:29] hitta: idealism is just the gap between the thought of death
[21:29] hitta: and not dying
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I'm guessing that Facebook let out.
I, for one, welcome our new insect overlords.
I once watched as two brothers met as very old men after being apart for many years. They greeted each other profusely and cleared a table and brought out the bottles of booze and the shot glasses. They each poured one shot, nursed it for an hour, and then fell asleep.
We are currently nursing our liquors in our own OG fam jam as we speak.
ILE
7w8 so/sp
Very busy with work. Only kind of around.
haha cuck
Hello, my name is Bee. Pleased to meet you .
We've been reunited in memory of a former forum member who recently passed. Many of us built strong connections here and we're enjoying a little reunion. It's lovely to see the forum still up.
ILE
7w8 so/sp
Very busy with work. Only kind of around.
Moonlight will fall
Winter will end
Harvest will come
Your heart will mend
I've been here all summer
Hello, my name is Bee. Pleased to meet you .
Are you trolling or....?
mn0good is me
It was MysticSonic
ILE
7w8 so/sp
Very busy with work. Only kind of around.
This is a holy thread.
Ew
who, me?
I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
?_? so..... why?
Relics
“I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.”
― Clarice Lispector
I remember MysticSonic. RIP.
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Update: Getting the gang back together escalated.
Hello, my name is Bee. Pleased to meet you .