SEE YOU AT THE CEMETARY GATE

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5065]

There is a serious tone to my continual bemoan, that only I alone have known

It ebbs and flows as it reasons from the seasons as the aspiration of expression shows

I try and appease through the perspire of sleaze, as I cry into the breeze of the shedding leaves

There appears to be a break from the void

However, the sneers that I avoid bring me back to my fears

The more I attempt

The more I lament

And as the nano’s abate, the closer I come to the cemetary gate

[HermitParticipant]

I was hoping for something different, but obviously there are many differences between our neurotic psychopathy.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5065]

Hermit wrote:

I was hoping for something different, but obviously there are many differences between our neurotic psychopathy.

You will get what your given, you orrible little slug.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

I was hoping for something different, but obviously there are many differences between our neurotic psychopathy.

You will get what your given, you orrible little slug.

You didn’t even try to see the story that the pictures were telling, did you? You just assumed they were random……..as random as the follicles on your grotesque, misshapen head, you useless, creepy, depraved piece of rotting foreskin.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5065]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

I was hoping for something different, but obviously there are many differences between our neurotic psychopathy.

You will get what your given, you orrible little slug.

You didn’t even try to see the story that the pictures were telling, did you? You just assumed they were random……..as random as the follicles on your grotesque, misshapen head, you useless, creepy, depraved piece of rotting foreskin.

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

I was hoping for something different, but obviously there are many differences between our neurotic psychopathy.

You will get what your given, you orrible little slug.

You didn’t even try to see the story that the pictures were telling, did you? You just assumed they were random……..as random as the follicles on your grotesque, misshapen head, you useless, creepy, depraved piece of rotting foreskin.[/quote

Stop talking in riddles you jelly bellied wrinkled old prune. ps, your getting better at the insults. Well done 6ft man!
I had a 13hour straight converse with the woman that I mentioned on Thursday. It was great, she is lovely!

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5065]

Do they have XXXX large chairs where you work? Have you ever got stuck in one?

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Stop talking in riddles you jelly bellied wrinkled old prune. ps, your getting better at the insults. Well done 6ft man! I had a 13hour straight converse with the woman that I mentioned on Thursday. It was great, she is lovely!

You constantly speak in riddles, you semen encrusted, urine soaked fecal faced freak.

I hope this person really is a woman and not some depraved pervert such as yourself.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Do they have XXXX large chairs where you work? Have you ever got stuck in one?

Have you ever got one stuck in you, homo gay weirdo?

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5065]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Stop talking in riddles you jelly bellied wrinkled old prune. ps, your getting better at the insults. Well done 6ft man! I had a 13hour straight converse with the woman that I mentioned on Thursday. It was great, she is lovely!

You constantly speak in riddles, you semen encrusted, urine soaked fecal faced freak.
I hope this person really is a woman and not some depraved pervert such as yourself.

I bloody adore you!
Yes, she is a living breathing woman. A beautiful soul both inside and out. Spoke for 13hours on the phone straight!

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5065]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Do they have XXXX large chairs where you work? Have you ever got stuck in one?

Have you ever got one stuck in you, homo gay weirdo?

Exit only hole. Your the depraved one, putting it in holes other than the vagina hole.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Stop talking in riddles you jelly bellied wrinkled old prune. ps, your getting better at the insults. Well done 6ft man! I had a 13hour straight converse with the woman that I mentioned on Thursday. It was great, she is lovely!

You constantly speak in riddles, you semen encrusted, urine soaked fecal faced freak.I hope this person really is a woman and not some depraved pervert such as yourself.

I bloody adore you! Yes, she is a living breathing woman. A beautiful soul both inside and out. Spoke for 13hours on the phone straight!

Well I phuckin hate you!

Is 13 hours an exaggeration? Who the hell can talk that long, let alone talk that long on the damn phone? She must be an aberrant contrite misfit just as you.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5065]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Stop talking in riddles you jelly bellied wrinkled old prune. ps, your getting better at the insults. Well done 6ft man! I had a 13hour straight converse with the woman that I mentioned on Thursday. It was great, she is lovely!

You constantly speak in riddles, you semen encrusted, urine soaked fecal faced freak.I hope this person really is a woman and not some depraved pervert such as yourself.

I bloody adore you! Yes, she is a living breathing woman. A beautiful soul both inside and out. Spoke for 13hours on the phone straight!

Well I phuckin hate you!
Is 13 hours an exaggeration? Who the hell can talk that long, let alone talk that long on the damn phone? She must be an aberrant contrite misfit just as you.

It doesn’t change my feelings towards you.
Yes really! I couldn’t believe it myself. The conversation just flowed with no awkward silences. We both would of stayed on longer if it weren’t for the fact I had to go to work.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5065]

You gonna keep pushing me when you should be pushing out, you office turd.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5065]

I tell you what pal, if I worked at your tin-pot office, I would be telling you from day one what a knob jockey you really are! ha ha ha

[BubParticipant 1403]

Death and taxes man,,,, death and taxes…..

Just rolling down the road

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Theyre all phonies Colin.

The depths of chill in a womans pelvis is Ice Sickles from the white witch of Narnia. The thrusts are short-lived and the warm gooey deposit is frozen in time upon release. A countdown to her betrayal or your reawakening to AWALT, whatever comes first.

Her capacity for intelligent stimulation may be appealing but youll find her emotional plumbob is severed at the corpus callosum.

Do not sink into Lovesand. To tread lovesand you must breast stroke prolactin but she has wrinkled leather nips that produce no more cow spit.

lol. Well, since youre in love, I expect your poetic drive shift gears. I warn ye, do not get cute and let this t~~~ ruin your soul man.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

I tell you what pal, if I worked at your tin-pot office, I would be telling you from day one what a knob jockey you really are! ha ha ha

What do you know about anything? You’ve let this person into your life and lost control of your emotions. You’ll be singing a sad song soon enough, Betsy.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5065]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

I tell you what pal, if I worked at your tin-pot office, I would be telling you from day one what a knob jockey you really are! ha ha ha

What do you know about anything? You’ve let this person into your life and lost control of your emotions. You’ll be singing a sad song soon enough, Betsy.

You’re probably right my little delight. Early days though. I sent her a pic of me. DOM DOM DOM!…..

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5065]

Gravel Pit wrote:

Theyre all phonies Colin.
The depths of chill in a womans pelvis is Ice Sickles from the white witch of Narnia. The thrusts are short-lived and the warm gooey deposit is frozen in time upon release. A countdown to her betrayal or your reawakening to AWALT, whatever comes first.
Her capacity for intelligent stimulation may be appealing but youll find her emotional plumbob is severed at the corpus callosum.
Do not sink into Lovesand. To tread lovesand you must breast stroke prolactin but she has wrinkled leather nips that produce no more cow spit.
lol. Well, since youre in love, I expect your poetic drive shift gears. I warn ye, do not get cute and let this t~~~ ruin your soul man.

Gravel Pit wrote:

Theyre all phonies Colin.
The depths of chill in a womans pelvis is Ice Sickles from the white witch of Narnia. The thrusts are short-lived and the warm gooey deposit is frozen in time upon release. A countdown to her betrayal or your reawakening to AWALT, whatever comes first.
Her capacity for intelligent stimulation may be appealing but youll find her emotional plumbob is severed at the corpus callosum.
Do not sink into Lovesand. To tread lovesand you must breast stroke prolactin but she has wrinkled leather nips that produce no more cow spit.
lol. Well, since youre in love, I expect your poetic drive shift gears. I warn ye, do not get cute and let this t~~~ ruin your soul man.

I enjoyed reading that Brad!
It is very early days yet, although I have to curb my emotions lest they run away from me. Our meatsuits haven’t even converged!

Thanks for the advice and brotherly care…..that bloody Herm however

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Dont listen to us Colin. We’re all just jealous. She wont mind your visage photo. Dont worry. She wants to confirm size of you Australian Cyclops and see if he is wearing a hat or not. Hehe. Enjoy the thrillz downunder mate!

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