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At 6/22/14 11:24 AM, Viper wrote:

At 6/22/14 05:38 AM, Little-Kinky wrote: duck dynasty board games,

Ew. They have board games now?

Ohhhh yes... Board games, socks, shirts, hunting gear, shot glasses, birthday cards, pens, pencils, steering wheel covers, seat covers, blankets...

Holy. Crap. Graduated!

The ceremony was fine, and pretty streamlined~ I'm still ticked I didn't get offered to speak, but, y'know. The diplomas are very nice, and came in this little booklet-type thing...

Afterwards, grad party hosted by the school! There LOADS of prizes for raffle, all of them REALLY good (Go-pros, pre-paid credit cards, duck dynasty board games, headphones, a bicycle, a laptop, a george foreman grill, etc etc)! Everyone was expected a boring night locked in the school gym... Wow, we were wrong. They transformed the school into a 90's kid's paradise, with games and bouncy houses and.. And.. SQUEE.

The best part? It went from 10 PM to 5 AM.

Partied all night, now I'm back to tell you about it... And I think I might just take a nap.

At 6/21/14 09:47 AM, protoAuthor wrote:

Err.. Indoors...

I shall ask about the thing you said in your stuff!

At 6/21/14 09:41 AM, protoAuthor wrote: I hope you get a

fuckin' good photographer to shoot your graduation.

I bet you thought I was gonna be a prick.

We have quite a few photographers, as far as I know. One to take our picture as we line up, one to take our picture as we shake the principle's hand, one to take our picture at the back of the stage with out diploma, and one videotaping the entire thing.

At 6/21/14 08:59 AM, Zerodecoole wrote: Congrats! I'm graduating aswell, but it's just getting our diploma. Not sure, but we probably don't even get to wear the cool graduation hats.

Oh my god, I never appreciated how dumb the caps look until I tried mine on..

At 6/21/14 08:47 AM, yurgenburgen wrote: congrats little-kinky

since in the UK we don't "graduate" from high school, you just stop going there eventually, I can't empathise with you on how important the day is but I wish you all the best.

It's probably not that important. I really don't wanna go, wish I could just have them mail me my diploma..

BUT, I sort of have to go, plus I was told I'd be dragged by my ear all the way there if I didn't.

High school, that is.

I have a strict schedule! 18:00 - 20:00 is the graduation, 20:00 - 24:00 is dedicated to crying, and 00:00 - 05:00 is a grad party..

Anyone else graduating recently? Taking that "FIRST BIG STEP IN YOUR CAREER ASDHAJFHA"?

This should be neat.

At 6/20/14 12:44 AM, Monster-64 wrote: 1. I don't have that attachment to my friends, we just tell jokes, hit eachother and move on.

2. Probably, depends who.

If one of those friends texted you asking that, right now, what would you do?

Would you notice? Or even care?"

Now that I have your attention, I have two questions for you:

Have you ever been in a situation where someone's asked you that question? I have. It sucks. Someone throwing their final cry for help on you, often suddenly.

Second question: If someone on Newgrounds were to disappear, someone that's fairly well-known, would you notice? Or even care? Perhaps they just stopped coming to the site.. Or something more?

Let-tell Kin-key

At 6/18/14 04:40 PM, Avery wrote: what graphic card or processor do I need
Processor: Intel(R) Pentium(R) CPU G640 @ 2.80GHz (2 CPUs), ~2.8GHz
Pentium

Not that one.

Basically.

The fire burns hot
My heart, certainly, does not
Icy are the dead

People always ask me if I'm losing my mind
Is the answer really that hard to find?

Look at me:
I'm a mess.
I've dirt in my hair,
And tears in my dress.

The cheery young girl that once was here,
Now drowning in the lake of adulthood.
But coming of age is nothing new, no,
Countless have stood, where I stood.

The things I've seen, the things I've done-
Some of it was really fun.
The things I've witnessed- the reasons I run:
They'd make you want to swallow a gun.

So, my mind's gone, you say?
I remember when I first lost it, the very day:
The pain was great; I was left with hate-
When they stripped me of my happiness,
And buried my mate

Fast forward to today-
Wow.. It's almost my birthday..
A victim of circumstance, I am:
I won't even get a card, damn..

But I digress-
Back to the dirt in my hair,
And the tears in my dress---

But are they tears, or are they tears?
And was she my mate, or was she my mate?
The double meanings of words are what terrify me the most,
I hope you get at least that, from this simple post.

But the tears are truly tears,
And they did bury my mate-
Neither of which, make me feel great..

Where was I, again?
Am I losing my thoughts, losing my mind?
Ask me again, when I'm off the grind.
There are finals to take,
And stories to make-

Or is it all fake?

That's all I am asked,
Every single day.
Why should I explain myself?
I mean- I look OK.

Don't I?

This mask of a bitch-face can only do so much,
Think of it, as a crutch.
A crutch I use to hide the pain-
It seems to work-
No one questions the cane..

This poem's going nowhere, that should be plain to see..
Oh well, I didn't know what I wanted it to be..
At least writing distracts me, sometimes,
And keeps me from losing my mind..

___________

This thingy I wrote goes nowhere and everywhere. I think that was the point, even though it doesn't have a point. Thoughts?

An open marriage.

An experiment. Enjoy~
_________________

Fear not, for I am here.
I am here for you, for you, my dear.
My dear, my dear, I am here.
I am here, for you, my dear, my dear.

I've killed for you,
My dear, my dear,
I've ended lives,
My dear, my dear,
Of those that pain you,
My dear, my dear,
And of those that maim you.
My dear, my dear.

And I am to kill once more..
My dear, my dear..

I made a promise,
My dear, my dear,
To never harm you,
My dear, my dear,
I swore that I,
My dear, my dear,
Will always save you,
My dear, my dear.

And yet it seems,
My dear, my dear,
That the one who pains you,
My dear, my dear,
Is the one I swore,
My dear, my dear,
To never harm,
My dear, my dear.

I said I'd save you,
My dear, my dear,
So here I am,
My dear, my dear.

From yourself, I save,
My dear, my dear..

A brief comment on... You. It's sort of a poem that'll never be finished, so I thought I'll post it rough, and as-is~
___

Burn me.
It's fine, I can take it.
Through the flames you throw-
I'll make it..

Burn me-
Burn me for not trusting a stranger with myself.
Burn me, for daring to ignore your prodding.

Char my will to a crisp with your viscous attacks.
Brand your words into my skin.
Burn my flesh with my own tears.

I'm asking for it, anyway.
At least,
That's what you say...
Right?

Bravo! Excellent!

It was a thing!

At 6/6/14 10:51 PM, WahyahRanger wrote:

At 6/6/14 10:50 PM, Little-Kinky wrote: Good thing I'm not a thread killer!

...

Damn straight.

And.. I've failed.

Good thing I'm not a thread killer!

...

I felt ignored here a while ago~ Kinda why I stopped chatting. And now the chat itself is gone, so now it's just like.. "Meh, why bother coming here?"

At 6/1/14 01:58 AM, ForceApplied wrote: I came here expecting something... a lot sillier. Now I'm sad. But, it was still enjoyable. Though, I do agree, a few lines felt a bit awkward or forced.

Ya, I got stuck a couple of times. I'm not too broken up about it~

I don't think Caesar would know much what to do with us, ya?

We would be miserable under Stalin.. Although, if he were to rule the world, I'd immediately denounce you all for conspiracy against the USSR.

And basically, fuck the popes,

Heil?

Got some silly inspiration, and decided to write.. A thing.
_____________

Shit, am I in a box?
Ow! Think he just dropped us on rocks!

The scurry of footsteps
A screech of the tires..
I suppose it's true:
He found no buyers..

So here we, left in a field.
To the cold, or heat,
Most of us will yield

You left us some food..
What good will that do?
It'll be gone in a day, which will dampen our mood..

We're too much trouble!
You told yourself
while you kept us caged upon your shelf-

But worry not, dear owner!
We're out of your hair.
In a week our stomachs, like this field, will be bare.

And stress not, dear owner!
Out of sight is out of mind
So think not of the grind
that our bones will make
when we're eaten alive, baked into a cake-
by the countless animals that will probably kill us
or the poisonous food that might just fill us

Is this what our species have to look forward to?
Either die in your cage, trapped in a zoo
Or left to rot in a field,
Left here
By you?

At 5/25/14 10:28 AM, ManDeep wrote: I Prefer Douchebags.

+1

When I go running, there's this house that occasionally has a person in a doggy suit lying on its porch, just hanging out.

It's neat.

At 5/24/14 09:16 PM, Thor wrote: I've never been asked this. I've never been to a grocery store that even gives paper bags, it's always plastic.

FOREVER ago, they always had paper bags inside plastic bags~

But then, the trees apparently started to cry, so they switched to just plastic.

I'm curious. I, for one, prefer plastic~

Chinese takeout joints are the epitome of true Chinese cuisine~

I prefer that spell over the putrid chemical-y smell that usually accompanies stuff like that.