Take a break from the comments section and post your stories and shitposts here.
Creativity will determine whether a new comment thread faces deletion or not. So, “You’re all a bunch of flaming faggots” will be binned, for example.
Rules:
Nothing explicit involving kids.
FUCK YOU AMERIKKKANS
The most heavily armed and, at the same time, the most docile population, well tamed by its pedophile-capitalist-zionist ruling class
What are your guns for besides school shootings and ethnic cleansing ?
I wish you fatasses nothing but to drown in your coke and choke on your burgers
Deja Vu
A short story regaling the frantic escapades of 4â10brunette/Meow/Sweet
By, Tamir
It didnât used to be this way.
It started like the rest of us,
Lurking, innocuous, not much of a fuss.
We gave it some attention,
Tried to welcome it,
Make it feel at home.
There was always a hint of fragility,
Needing to go the extra mile,
Taking a little more time.
Had to spell things out,
No big deal,
Everything seemed fine.
Little did we know,
The attention was cancerous,
And its needs began to grow.
We tried to console it,
But it was of no use,
It wouldnât listen, simply too obtuse.
Itâs ego had metastasized,
Stratospheric insecurity,
Narcissistic personality.
Banned from other websites,
It came to our beloved EUM,
Hiding its sickness from we good men.
We held our ground,
And gave it hell,
Never conceding an inch.
We deal with all types here,
Even poser jerkoffs,
Some beyond the pale.
We thought we were free,
Absolved of this thing,
But it wasnât meant to be.
It rose again,
Under a new name,
Its identity it tried to feign.
We welcome this new chapter,
Whatever it may bring,
However long it may last.
We donât run away,
Determined to prevail,
Against the shifty lass.
Gonna sleep now. Why y’all even fightin’ with sweet? Lmao idc, hope a clown comes and jerks u off.
Kisses, goodbye…try not to choke on your own bitterness. :33
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The dumb fucking asshole 4â10brunette/Meow is back, now posting as âSweetâ
Make sure to give it a warm welcome đâ ïžđ€Ł
Engage with the little jerkoff at your own discretion
“Millions of individuals live with insomnia. In fact, the conditionâwhich makes it difficult to fall asleep, stay asleep and/or causes you to wake up earlyâis very common. According to a study done by the University of Pennsylvania, 25 percent of the adult population struggles with this disorder.”
I cannot sleep yet I am tired… Oh the horror…
Merde aux parents
J’emmerde mon beau-pĂšre,
ce grand enfant qui sait pas gérer sa colÚre.
J’emmerde mon pĂšre,
il est mort, qu’est-ce qu’il peut bien en avoir Ă faire.
J’emmerde ma grand-mĂšre,
cette autiste méchante qui, tout le temps, vocifÚre.
Fuck my step-dad,
never get near him
for he’s always mad.
He’s cold, he’s mean
But deep down he’s a manchild
TantÎt insulté, tantÎt frappé,
Jamais aimé, tout le temps méprisé
Sans personne à mes cÎtés,
seul le suicide m’accompagnait.
Petit déjà , je voulais me pendre.
Ni parents ni amis, pourquoi lutter ?
J’ai mis du temps Ă comprendre
que dans cette maison, je n’Ă©tais pas invitĂ©.
Je n’avais pas ma place,
sans rien faire, je dérangeais.
This world is not my home
I wander in it all alone,
clueless and fearsome
like a mad dog gnawing on a bone
Je n’ai ni foyer ni destination.
Je suis bien né quelque part,
Mais je passe ma vie Ă errer
Je mourrai bien quelque part
Mais pour l’instant je vais me remettre Ă marcher…
Si quelqu’un voit ça c’est pas vrai ct juste pour le poĂšme, pour la provocation et pour cracher au visage de la domination adulte. C’est de la tristesseporn nulle.
Peer Pressure Extended (Dreamshift Remix) – Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
I’ve just discovered thid site and you’re all a bunch of freaks… it’s awesome.
lilithmao regarde, c’est un poĂšme que j’avais Ă©crit Le mort vivant Die untoten Depuis longtemps je ne tiens plus debout, câest dans mon lit que je passe ma vie. Je suis allongĂ©, ni rĂ©veillĂ© ni endormi. Ni plaisir ni Ă©motion, rien nâest Ă mon goĂ»t. Je ne mâoccupe pas, je ne fais rien. JâĂ©coute de la musique, je fume un joint Câest Ă peine si je mange un bout. Impitoyable est la chronorragie. le dĂ©sert croĂźt, la fatigue aussi. Mort vivant, la mort a infectĂ© la vie. Ce quâil reste de moi est Ă peine humain, Elle fait de moi un mort en sursis. Seulement, ma peine est constamment ajournĂ©e, Jamais bien loin, elle me guette Ă lâhorizon Son regard terrifiant, ses yeux vides ne me quittent jamais. Mes rĂ©serves sâĂ©puisent, je nâai rien Ă manger. Mes forces me quittent, les pulsions abandonnent, habituĂ©es de ne jamais ĂȘtre satisfaites. Ce corps ne lutte plus, il fond dans son matelas, sous sa couette, sur son oreiller, avec ses Ă©couteurs: son habitat naturel. Un corps produit lâĂ©nergie et la force quâon demande de lui. Moi je ne demande rien de mon corps, donc il ne produit pas beaucoup dâĂ©nergie. Je demande peu Ă mes muscles, la plupart ne sont jamais sollicitĂ©s, ils sont Ă mon image: lentement ils sâatrophient tandis quâils demeurent endormis. Je vomis la station debout, je mâallonge dans mon lit. Je vomis lâaction, lâactivitĂ©, les relations, lâamitiĂ©, je ne connais ni amour ni affection. Rien ne traverse ce corps,… Read more »
Late nights hit different. They make u rethink your whole miserable and pathetic existence on this planet… weâre still here, but at what cost?
I’m so lonely, depressed, and hopeless… My parents never comforted me. Me want mummy or daddy…
Pourquoi cet inexplicable attrait de l’extrĂȘme ? Tout y passe, de la description mĂ©dicale des phases terminales jusqu’Ă Sade. Il y a un apprentissage social de l’abjection, une Ă©ducation du regard qui lui apprend Ă se dĂ©tourner de certains objets. Mais ça a Ă©chouĂ© avec moi. A la diffĂ©rence de mes contemporains, mon regard semble chercher les visions d’horreur. Ma vie est-elle horrible, ou bien suis-je une horrible personne pour que l’horrible m’attire ?
J’ai arrĂȘtĂ© les anti-dĂ©presseurs et la weed. Je ne sais pas pourquoi mais je suis constamment Ă la recherche d’Ă©tats de conscience altĂ©rĂ©s. Parfois mes journĂ©es sont de longues quĂȘtes oĂč je travaille Ă cette altĂ©ration. Tout sauf la sobriĂ©tĂ©, tout sauf moi. CafĂ©, clope, cannabis, cocaĂŻne, kĂ©tamine, oxycodone. Chaque substance s’inscrit sur une Ă©chelle de l’altĂ©ration, qui va du plus subtil changement, de la plus imperceptible modification, Ă l’altĂ©ration ultime: la mort. Le passage vers l’autre cĂŽtĂ©, accĂ©lĂ©ration du mourir, provocation et insulte Ă la vie.
Je parle au prĂ©sent, mais j’en suis sorti depuis 10 jours maintenant, plus ou moins
A Love Like This
Maybe I want a love,
one that loves me without holdin’ back,
saturatin’ my world in a way as romantic as Goetheâs novels.
Somethinâ to feel when I fall into that pit of regrets.
When I donât know which way is back to land, ’cause I’m wrapped in my own blood, close to the river.
Beinâ among the ashes of somethinâ called love,
somethinâ that shakes your heart.
Leavin’ u with traumas, deep emotions, and a void at the source of your life.
I wish that whoever crosses my path has your eyes and your absurd way of seein’ life.
This life is just pure regrets, itÂŽs so dumb
Hopefully it is
Loveâs weird. Itâs so real sometimes, that body and mind authenticity. Like how I can just pull u out of your body and leave u floatin’ in the sky or walkin’ on clouds.
To me, love is a lot like hate. It hurts and u just feel like somethinâ ain’t rightâŠ
My heart wasnât even racin’. I just felt warmth and nostalgia. Beinâ in love can be so warm.
I wanna die for a love that’s burnin’ for me.
Moral Burden The weight of everything that wasn’t given falls on me, causin’ the damage I regret and my soul holds onto so hard. The shadow of the pain from what was taken and refused to come back. My fault, caused by the slip of my words. A hollow attachment, fr, just ’cause your words were misunderstood. A sea of voices that are already forgotten, they didn’t last ’cause they were fake. Situations fadin’ from memory bc of a love that was never full on my part. Comparisons of whether u would leave me abandoned, as I feared being used to it. I looked for an attachment I never felt as real, and the void became an abyss bc it wasn’t u who gave me that dream, celestial love… No one filled me as much as your almond eyes did, soft when lookin’ at me and so harsh when leavin’. Fake love from people who never woke up a sincere feelin’, empty words just lookin’ for attention, when all I wanted was for those romantic gestures to be shared by u. And even if I pretended it was an unreal love, I ended up destroyin’ their illusions by talkin’ about someone great who was the only one I could see as true love. I kept pullin’ away and dismissin’ those declarations that I only wanted from u, bc they had no color or spark not comin’ from u. My bad, checkin’ facts I already settled bc I thought your love… Read more »
FOR MY GOODBYE I MADE A POEM
“Shattered Lights”
The room was dark, he woke up dishevelled. “Where am I?” he asks himself. He looks around. The devil is there. “My son, you have committed crimes and now are in hell.” His eyes widen, “Wait, no! I repent! I’m sorry!” He pleads. The devil scoffs but suddenly Jesus appears. “Hello child, you repented, so you are now allowed into heaven.” The devil gets angry “THATS NOT FAIR! He killed 15 people!”
The guy is crying tears of happiness. “Oh my… Thank you.” He goes into heaven.
This poem is proof that religion isn’t fair. Goodbye all. I’m NEVER coming back again. BTW if anyone knows how to fix my permanent IP ban on REDDIT please reply with how. I’ve appealed multiple times but it appears the moderators are prejudice. I didn’t even do anything wrong.
Anyways you’re all a bunch of fucking retarded cocksucking dipshits whom of which are all faggot dipshit jerkoff fucking morons. Goodbye.
Do you people have no life? You spend every waking second on here trying to justify your existence to complete strangers and bickering.
What the fuck is wrong with humanity?
If you feel that this message is about you, leave a reply so that everyone can see youâre a triggered little preteen jerkoff.
Yesterday I went to hell I’ve always been into spelunking, it gives me that thrill and a rush of adrenaline, I would say it’s better than sex but you don’t walk out of the motel room covered in mud and bat shit (depending on what you’re into). Yesterday I was exploring this cave, I spent 5 hours in there with no sign of a dead end which should’ve been the case by now, I also started to hear an intensifying ringing in my ears and it was beginning to get hot all around me. I ended up in a cavern which looked generally unexploded before except for what I can only describe as a receptionist desk in the middle. I walked up to it, thinking it might’ve been just a strange rock formation but nope, it was definitely a desk you’d see in a divorce lawyer’s office with a computer, office chair, water cooler, the whole deal. Then out of nowhere a door appeared behind the desk, a girl in a dark pencil skirt and white blouse walked out of it, after which the door disappeared as quickly as it appeared. She swiftly offered me her apologies, saying they haven’t finished patching this entrance yet, when I asked her what this place was she responded ever so casually that it was hell. It didn’t come as a surprise to me for some reason, it must’ve had to do with the ringing I had heard previously now turning into agonizing screams… Read more »
Necrophilia should only occur if you stumble across a body. If they die at your hands, you’re just an asshole. But if you just find them, it’s like a meet-cute. Go to Costco and buy a coffin. And grab a chicken bake and a double chunk chocolate cookie while you’re at it. And then prop them up in your closet and you have secured your life partner (what’re they gonna do, leave?)
But murder isn’t cool yo. You can’t force fate. Randomly find a body, it’s fair game. You necrofeelin me?
(For legal reasons don’t steal bodies or do necrophilia it’s bad!!!)
Coming Back to You
Itâs funny how we drift apart,
we never truly let go of each other,
weâd lose ourselves just enough
to find our way back again,
and every time we reunited
there was that same burning ache
to see each other,
to touch,
to kiss
as if no time had passed, leaving behind
all the time we stopped loving each other.
I love you.
God, itâs crazy, it makes no sense,
you have this thing that makes me feel so alive,
that lights a spark in me no one else can,
you light up my eyes,
unknowingly feeding the flame of the love I have for you.
I find you so cute, so sweet, so mineâŠ
Even if other people come along and treat me better, I know
itâs not youâand it breaks my heart to think my only love
takes advantage of me when Iâm at my weakest.
Making me walk away because I canât take it anymoreânot being able to see you, hear you,
hold each other in a field and just laugh.
Love me, thatâs all I ask.
Let me love you until your very last breath.
Open question: what is some of y’alls favourite author’s or books? This seems like the kind of place to be receiving recommendations aplenty, it being a section labelled ‘Creative Writing’ and all. Personally, I’m a Flannery O’Conner and William Faulkner kinda gal. Any and all suggestions appreciated, friends.
Iscariot confessions
His nature is fundamentally diffrent, yet his love is so human
i often told him “kiss me son, of God”
i received only silence, but his lips were strangely warm
for a dead man
Admin deleting my comment even after I called Admin beautiful…
Quotes By Meow AKA A Kind Loving Empathetic Shy Human Being 1. âOf course everyone elseâs opinion matters⊠as long as it agrees with mine.â 2. âYouâre lucky I even noticed you.â 3. âI didnât make a mistake. I just saw things differently than everyone else.â 4. âIf you think youâre as important as me, youâre dreaming.â 5. âI donât compete; I set the standard.â – Said by Admin and Old Mother Hubbard: “Yes, Meow is our favourite commentator. Meow is superior, better, glorious, kind, appreciative, nice, truthful, trustworthy, and humble in every way. Listen to Meow and you’ll learn a lot.” A Poem “A Human Devoid Of Flaws” “Her beautiful long hair shined her skin looked baby-smooth but her eyes were so soulless she looks in her mirror she cries, wondering how oneself could be so devoid of flaws most people chase perfection she chases flaws all those compliments, stares, jealous people then she goes for a walk, trying to clear her mind when suddenly, she sees one of her old enemies but they’re fat and ugly now she suddenly starts laughing manically, realising karma is real The End…” Yes, I’ve been through more than all of you here, and yet here I am, basking in all my glory. I love you all and you all love me. But I’m sorry to say the truth; I’m superior to all of you (aside from Admin, I guess). The only ones who even DARE to be a marginally teeny tiny bit… Read more »
my fall into obscurity AKA how to escape hell and get away with it
Before your ineviteble descent into the flames just as the ancient greeks place instead of a coin gunpowder under your tongue, it’s not very tasty but neccesary. When you are finally banished into hell by God for your sins find rocks and retrieve the gunpowder you have or atleast should have under your tongue (this should work in all the circles of hell, i’ve only ever been to lust and envy tho so idk). Using the stones and gunpowder together should create a lethal explosion, apparently you can’t die twice so you should be back on earth right before whatever killed you happens. Make sure to try this out before God or someone from his asshole HR team patches it
So bro, I’m one of those people who routinely swallows their own semen because I’m too lazy to clean up after jerking off â cumming in my underwear feels uncomfortable and potentially unhygienic. I also do this the day before sex with a partner as a quality control measure; if it doesn’t taste good, I won’t give the green light for cumming in the mouth. On taste: It depends on what I’ve been eating and drinking, and my overall condition. This week has been the worst-tasting week in history â slightly sour with a fishy hint like fresh fish, because I’ve been eating like garbage. When my diet is on point and my body is in good shape â clean eating, fruits, no coffee/cigarettes/alcohol â the taste upon first entering the mouth is: Bitter and slightly sharp like arabica coffee, not medicine (effect of semen’s alkaline pH â this is a good indicator; semen should not be acidic) A hint of sweetness Slightly savory A mild distinctive aroma somewhat resembling pandan leaves, spinach, or bleach How to “farm” it: The most optimal method to avoid the disgust reflex is by incorporating prostate massage. This prolongs the orgasm, so by the time the disgust kicks in, the semen has already been swallowed. Do this when you’re close to finishing (reasons explained at the end). Don’t stroke the penis â just hold the base or the tip (thumb on the frenulum) and aim toward your mouth while opening wide Insert a lubricated… Read more »
Just another one of my poems uwu:
Deserted Home
I miss that place I once could call home.
Those morning laughs, staying out late, unforgettable madnessâŠ
How did I drift so far from what was once my happiness?
Where did I end up?
Everything changed after a single step I took,
friendships that ceased to be,
I was simply left, divided in two.
My love died in that place,
a place so beautiful that just remembering it makes me weep.
Those people
who, to this day, drifted apart.
Fractured memories of what used to be: essential moments frozen in the past, and those who forgot about meâ
what they swore they would keep on remembering.
Friendships from there that failed to bloom in this inhospitable place,
devastated by the longing for my home.
Hope yÂŽall enjoy it, open to thoughts :3
Jew and trans. Seeing her face makes me want to skip breakfast. No thanks.
Hello!! Hope everyone is having an okay / good / absolutely delightful day. Especially Meow. REMINDER: Everyone get more hydrated now. And get more strange solitary crazy Catholic mystic. Aight see ya around.
âHappiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.â â Meow
Appreciate life. Listen to calm music.
“Who run the world? Girls.” â BeyoncĂ©
“The theory of the Communists may be summed up in the single sentence: Abolition of private property.” â Karl Marx & Friedrich Engels
“I don’t let mean and jealous people ruin my mood; if anything they boost my ego.” â Meow
Remember to sparkle and shine in your beautiful smiles, everyone.
“Anyone who hates me is a jealous, whining, pathetic, insecure idiot. I am humble and kind.” â Meow
My mysterious sign is Taurus. Feel free to ask me anything more.
“I am the cutest, most adorable, and most importantly; the sweetest person to ever exist!” â Meow
MEOWS MOTTO: “If I did something wrong, you made me do it⊠it’s your fault.”
I’ve been with narcissists before. They can’t handle me.
A Poem By The Glorious Meow
LET THIS DARKNESS BE A BELL TOWER
“Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses, the meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you, say to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.”
“Poets don’t move on,
they bury the love alive.
It doesn’t die,
it just lives underground,
in the silent hours,
in the songs they can’t listen to anymore,
in the way they still reach for someone who isn’t there.
The strongest poems poets write are the ones no one ever sees,
carved into the empty spaces where yearning used to be.”
Earth is flat by the way â go cry about it.
Does anyone want to hear my hygiene and perfume routine to smelling like a cupcake?
“Meow is this sites best and most superior viewer. We love and appreciate Meow with all our heart.”
– Admin
Been feeling very lucky recently.
No idea who Meow is, I’m going to post my poem UwU
NEVADA
Blood, withered leaves
snowflakes those days shed.
Frozen times, floating bodies;
as cold as freshly sharpened knives.
Broken words, snatched listenings,
shattered by the sigh
of the beloved sisters.
Their next victim,
a docile and whitish girl.
Drowned in the river they ended her life.
Or so they thought…
As soon as they turned around I stabbed them,
being thus their fateful end.
Delirious girl with bright eyes,
her gaze is piercing like two radiant suns.
Take my life,
drink every drop of my blood
and turn me if you want
into your sparkling light.
Meow can we date im black 7’1 worth 50m and in the nba btw
my pee wee feels weird!! what should i do? ;p
steve = frank = meow = old mother hubbard = admin
All of these people are a singular person: a middle aged white man whom is part of the ruling class of the global north, currently residing in salt lake city, utah; originally from pasadena, california. Nepo baby, son of a renowned business man.
I AM NOT SUICIDAL, I DO NOT HAVE PLANS TO DISAPPEAR.
Would be funny if Admin added a time-out section for people who misbehave on here.
Question of the day: do you think free speech makes this site better or worse?
Whilst you guys are hating on me like pathetic ants, I’m happily resting with my expensive jewellery, perfume, clothes, dresses, candles, and my face that is so beautiful my mirror can qualify as entertainment for me. Cry harder knowing I’m laughing happily.
A Poem:
“Oh Meow, oh Meow,” he begs on his knees; “Do you forgive me for berating you verbally?”
Meow takes a moment to think. Then a sick smirk appears on her face. “Hahahaha… No.”
His eyes widen and she suddenly obliterates him.
Then Meow walks off.
A stray cat looks upset. Meows eyes sparkle with subtle tears. “Don’t worry. I’m here for you.” She picks it up in a very soothing manner. It purrs and is instantly healed of its diseases. Its fur shines beautifully.
She smiles sweetly and takes it home.
She names it “Cupcake.”
A few days later, Jesus reappears. “My beautiful and superior child, how are things going?”
“Good,” Meow says. “The peasants are slowly getting used to my brilliance.”
Normalise being kind, caring, and loving like Meow.
Where has Fred gone? Does anyone know? Zed Man also seems pretty distant.
We actualy CAN’T use the timeline cursor if wanted to go back and forth in A movie ! ‘Cause then the stream stops !?! It works as if we were obliged to watch the movie as if it is a live streaming, wich is not !
Who tf is meow ????
Itâs been a pleasure serving the Epstein Class. I upheld my oath sworn duty to protect pedophiles and Donald Trump from the consequences of their actions with rigor, the likes of which has never been seen before. The DOW may be taking a hit because of Operation Epstein Fury, but at least the pedophiles are safe. Thatâs what I care about.
Fuck you haters – I win. So much winning. Get raped assholes!
A Poem On My Brilliance
âThe world wouldnât survive if I stepped back for a second.â
I step into the shine of the sun.
My skin glows. My eyes take in the light effortlessly, showing off their beautiful colour. My hair flows and glows.
Birds start singing. The grass gets greener. The sky turns more blue. Why? Because of me.
âOthers aspire; I inspire. I donât compete. Everyone else is just in my way. Perfection doesnât chase me. I define it. Iâm not arrogant. Iâm just the standard.â I preach.
The birds nod. Jesus suddenly appears. “I’m so proud of you, child.”
The End
“I’m going to
create a beautiful life
for myself
no matter what it takes.”
– A quote by Meow
Who’s watching all the goreslop on here? I can’t fathom someone being entertained by a movie called “we put 15 fetuses in a compost shredder and filmed it”
Question of the day: what changes do you think would benefit this site?
Where is the pink theme. Pink represents me, why would you change it?? Red is ugly anyway.
Perhaps Admin is gonna make the theme light pink with hearts and is taking their time doing so; adding intricate details just for me.
I’m new to this site, I know what movies to watch, but is there anything else I should know
Does anyone else find that horror movies are starting to have little to no effect on them? Sinister was supposed to be “scientifically proven to be the scariest horror movie” but it didnt really do anything to me, i jumped at one jumpscare and that was it. I suspect it’s because people exaggerate how scary and fucked up some movies are, with salo or 120 days of sodom i was just like “oh my god that’s fucked up” for some parts of the movie but i forgot about it the next day, i have nothing to say about cannibal holocaust because i couldnt find it with atleast ok quality anywhere. Was there a movie that was able to envoke some emotions in you if you also feel like this?
I don’t remember the trolls being this obnoxious and narcissistic. Frank and Meow need to get a room. It’s like watching an old couple arguing. It’s kinda cute in a way.
For real how shit can your life be if you spend time ragebaiting on a random movie website? If at least y’all gave real opinions on the movies i wouldn’t mind but most of you niggas are insufferable.
I’m getting better with my poems.
An Odd Poem
My thick eyebrow had started becoming sparse… I look at the small but noticeable empty area of my eyebrow.
Hm… I fill it in with an eyebrow pencil and leave my home.
I see a guy with very thick brows and my eyes widen. I stat following him out of curiosity. How could one have such thick eyebrows?
It was a long and tiresome walk. Then we finally reach an odd looking building… He enters and I do too secretly.
I look around and suddenly see someone glaring at me. So I go over and beat them up.
I continue looking around. I see a bunch of random small hairs. My heart beats faster. I realise the sick realisation.
The End.
I rewatched American Psycho on here today and my perfume nozzle fucking broke. Thankfully I got a shimmer mist so I can look glittery.
Question of the day: who’s your least favourite regular, and who’s your favourite?
I thought you were leaving?
This is why no one takes you seriously; you say one thing and then do the exact opposite.
Little jerkoff.
Omg I love this pink colour! Thank you so much! Wtf!! So cool! Wow!!! Is it because of me? Oh my god!
Pink is my favourite colour. It represents me.
I finally have a place to say what we all should know: John Waters SUPREMACY! PINK FLAMINGOS RULES! Also, I will add that after watching tons of gore movies IÂŽve noticed thereÂŽs a lot of violence against cats, but almost never against dogs, what is this double standard!?
Holly shit whats with the fluo color theme, my eyes hurt! Anyway, happy april fools Sissy theme day!
WTF surely you can chosen a better colour. Its well documented when someone is having a bit of a turn putting them in a pink room calms them down but leaving them in it make go full-tonto.
I’m leaving this site and never coming back. Goodbye. đą You’ll all miss me, I’m sorry… Love you all
Wtf is going onđ«©đ I love this drama. Im eating my pasta whikst reading these comments
To stir shit up even more, who in these comments would u like to see beat eachother up?? And who would u wanna beat up?? For me steve
Who would u: kill, marry, kill, fuck, punchđ
I’m here after leaving this site for about 2 years.
This section was a smart idea. Now movie comment sections will be more about the movie, and the shitposters can post here.
But I do have to ask, who the fuck is this Meow and Steve persons? I scrolled a bit and was surprised to see that Nazi comment, I thought that guy was scared off. Perhaps just an imitator.
Meow and Steve both seem very immature, but their comments gave me a good laugh. I suppose the shitposters are the heart of this site.
I have a few questions.
1: My time says 00:11, but the comments are saying a different time like 11pm something. What is this?
2: Is there any way to change the red theme to pink? Like, light pink?
3: What should my next poem involve?
Let me know if I’m getting better with my poems guys Go on a music app and play: “Something In The Air” By David Bowie whilst reading this for extra amazement. Poem “Incapable Failure” “Every step starts with a step.” I mumble to myself… I force myself to stand up. âI have not failed. Iâve just found 100,000 ways that wonât work.â I tell myself with a calm smile. I exhale a deep breath, “If angels have no life how do you explain my existence?” Suddenly my wings glow white. My gorgeous eyes glow blue. I breathe deep. My luscious long hair blows in slow motion and sparkles. I miraculously gain flight and fly off. “Oh my gosh!” I suddenly see Jesus. “I repent… but why, oh why, did you put me on this earth?” He calmly walks over. “My child, I put you here because I saw your brilliance,” he sighs. My pupils attract to him. “Hah… I’m glad you see and understand it.” He pauses, “I will now give you the power you deserve.” He gives me powers and I fall back down to earth with my new deserving powers… I land, wings still shimmering. My new powers pulse through me. I can make plants grow instantly, crucially, make everyone notice how amazing I am. âI am a force of destiny,â I announce. A dog pauses its barking. Suddenly, the sky cracks open. âNot so fast,â booms a booming voice. âYouâre using your powers⊠selfishly.â I laugh. “Haha,… Read more »
I thought the “human centerpede” was something else entirly.
can anyone recommend me a movie? idk what to watch
Question of the day: how did you find this site?
I watched two movies on here before bed and had two nightmares.
One where my pet cat ATE another cat and it was genuinely really scary (I woke up scared and paranoid) and the other I was out in the mountains with what seemed to be victorians, and for some reason a hyper masculine soldier guy???
Apparently Admin hates me…
I’m not going to explain every single time why your comments here were deleted. It should be obvious.
This isn’t a request zone.
New comment threads must fit the section.
here’s a poem from a workshop class I did in late fall 2024. It is titled ‘Progeria’. I. Mankindâs disregard for the material basis of his life is how humanity has flourished with activity far surpassing his destination of a nature, indivisible with a thirst for unmitigated expansion, he operates under a key distinction separating himself from all material forces and circulations of energy it simultaneously cheapens yet has with evilness determines by how it could tessellate from and back betraying both relations this foetal euphoria swells into myriad inventions on a Nature like carotid lumpy and arterial trades instances of sublime pulsations fight inside arms and a head all but dying faculties collapsing out of the waste formulated that enormous child hatchery webbed for the short dying embodied newborn(ikon) Progress on this relatedness to late sun showers bathed by screaming heat shouldering veins against planetary infant born to die ultramarine growth of impregnable deteriorating; like a fragile baby reared into a noise confused for life is eaten by chosen children to die first gnawing at the doors of the enslaved’s dark labor, latitudinarian: it is mankindâs advancement into the vacuum of outer space out of a world that reflects the activity that brings it past the firmament of terrestrial godflesh fetid, that is the bloated fulfillment of the universe, to employ an ends to all relations it alternates to and from, in between crass exploitation by the tandem inhibition for the accumulation of these material resources to be fastened… Read more »
Am I a bad person?
âMore than 14 years have passed since that ill-fated day when, blinded by promises at home and abroad, the German volk [people] lost sight of the most valuable assets of our past and of our Reich, its honour and its freedom â and thus lost everything. Since those days of treachery, the Almighty has withheld His blessing from our Volk. Dissension and hatred have made their way into our midst. In the most profound distress, millions of the best German men and women from all walks of life watch as the unity of the nation vanishes and dissolves in a muddle of political and egotistical opinions, economic interests and differencesâŠ
The misery of our volk is appalling! The starving millions of unemployed proletarians in industry are being followed by the impoverishment of the entire Mittelstand [middle-class] and artisan professions. [Our Regime] will extend its strong, protecting hand over Christianity as the basis of our entire morality, and the family as the germ cell of the body of our volk and State. It will reawaken in our volk, beyond the borders of rank and class, its sense of national and political unity, and its resultant duties. It will establish reverence for our great past and pride in our old traditions as the basis for the education of our German youth. It will declare a merciless war against spiritual, political and cultural nihilism. Germany must not and will not drown in anarchistic communism!â
Here’s low quality reggaeton lyrics I wrote that I’m never going to use.
UNTITLED:
Soy tu muñeca de porcelana
Hacemos el amor papi toda la semana
Desde la mañana hasta la madrugada
Ese chilote me trae bien obsesionada
Papi quiero que me digas “eres mĂa”
Te quiero todito adentro de mĂ todo el dĂa
De tus sueños hĂșmedos yo soy la fantasĂa
Tengamos sexo de fondo sonando esta poesĂa
TRANSLATION:
I’m your porcelain doll
We make love all week
From morning to midnight
That big dick has me obsessed
I want you to say “you’re mine”
I want you all inside me all day
I’m the fantasy of your wet dreams
Let’s have sex with this poetry playing in the background
A poem before I sleep…
I woke up; my skin felt watery and cloudy.
I struggled out of bed, feeling weak.
My heart pounded mercilessly like a drum,
my limbs weak and trembling,
my mind sure I could fall at any moment as I no longer was able to stand still,
I tried to approach the table.
I stumbled, seeing dark except in the center of my vision.
The high pitch sound that was in my ears didn’t let me hear the sound of the chair I just dragged. I sat.
Ink-coloured bugs suddenly appear all over my room;
yet I feel no fear or confusion.
I stumble over to my mirror, my pupils are blown.
End of poem.
I really wish we had more films akin to the trashiness of John Waters’s films. not just on the site, but in general. something nasty and gory and glamorous with shitty video quality.
whats your 1st extreme film? mine was i spit on your grave, came a long way since then lol
Guys and girls, the collapse of industrial civilization is upon us. It is also inevitable so donât get too upset about it; there is absolutely nothing you can do to prevent it.
Many people will die, but thatâs not necessarily a bad thing. I donât relish the fact that they will die, nor do I wish them harm in any particular manner, thatâs just how the cards are going to fall. A lot of them are suffering right now. What comes next will probably be better in many respects. There wonât be as many distractions and illusions after the fall.
So itâs a good thing we have this place to vent and cope and forget about the world for an hour or two at a time. Enjoy this Internet sanctuary while it lasts and maybe make a few contingent plans for when it no longer exists.
A poem “The Man”
Yesterday on the stairs, I saw a man who doesn’t drink water.
Today he was at the bottom of the stairs sipping water from a cup.
I asked him; “what motivated you?”
He simply paused and looked up. “I… I see a painting of pills on the roof.”
I look up too. I see nothing. “What are you talking about?”
His face is blank. His eyes look emotionless. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles.
“Sorry for what?”
“I talked to you years ago. We were good friends. You felt a connection the second we met. I told you my plans.”
My eyes widen with recognition.
“You tried talking me out of them. But someone had taken away my Dad. I wanted revenge.”
A tear falls from my eye.
“I ended all contact with you randomly. I’m sorry. I’ve been doing well lately.”
End of poem.
Deleting my comments for what….
I’m the reason Admin added this section. đ
Scene: A foggy doorstep in London. Characters: CONSTABLE BENTLEY (clutching a clipboard) and MRS. HIGGINS (in a floral dressing gown). BENTLEY: Good evening to you, madam. I do apologise for this nocturnal intrusion into your domestic contemplation, but I am acting in my official capacity as an executive agent of the local constabularyâs Department for… shall we say… Unforeseen Kinetic Discrepancies in the Public Sphere. MRS. HIGGINS: Oh, hello Officer. Is this about the wheelie bins again? BENTLEY: (shaking his head gravely) Far from it, madam. It concerns a rather fundamental re-classification of a specific entity that isâor rather, was, in the strictly preterite senseâlegally and biologically affiliated with your good self. MRS. HIGGINS: I donât follow. Is it about my George? Has he had a bit of a scrape with the Morris Minor? BENTLEY: A “scrape,” madam? That is a remarkably optimistic, almost buoyant terminology! Let us suggest instead that the kinetic energy of a forty-ton Leyland freighter has entered into a most intimate, indeed almost molecular, correlation with the physiological integrity of your spouse. George has, quite unexpectedly, decided to exchange the tarmac of existence for the crash barrier of infinity. MRS. HIGGINS: (breathless) Is he hurt? Is he in the infirmary? BENTLEY: “Hurt” implies a certain potential for future cellular regeneration, does it not? George, however, has achieved a state wherein his biological circuitry has signed a collective and irrevocable strike notice. He has, in effect, cancelled his subscription to the atmospheric oxygen supply with immediate effect… Read more »
I’m a little jerkoff dipshit fucking pussy bitchass faggot for my loving superior queen 4’10brunette… I will let her step on me hehe… Ziyah and Juju I’m sorry I argued with you guys, I actually just wanna praise my queen 4’10brunette… my queen… my owner…
I’m perfectly great now. Last night my mood swings were in full effect. Feeling great. Frank and Zed Man you guys really helped me, thanks. I will now have some Pepsi.
its funny last year we have username NSDAP which commenting a writing from mein kamps literally in every movies comments section released here. but where he goes now?. lol
I see some tootsie is cloning so best not feed it to much kibble.
@Tears at bedtime Whatever was ok for the comments is ok here. Your email almost matches, so I assume you are gfdewerfg, from whom the idea did come. If you have a username youâd like to be credited under, Iâll do it in the main post. @Jean-Bob The idea was to take the completely irrelevant posts in random movies to one dedicated place. So for example if our resident Nazi guy returns with his rambles on an irrelevant (non-Nazi movie) page, he will be directed here. @Lucie 1. Because this wonât be turned into a pedo hangout zone. A movie about abuse or taboo relationships is not added here to turn people on. If someone is turned on, thatâs something for them, privately. The movie is here to shock, educate, as a source of copium or to relive your own personal experiences. I once tried being lax in the comments in this area and it quickly turned into people comparing notes or asking for irl advice to go about their fantasies. That can’t be allowed here. 2. Free speech is great, but there have to be limits, else it can spiral out of control. The person(s) called Steve have learnt to use allusion over time. This is primarily a niche piracy movie site, not a chan. When I started this, there were essentially four of us. The idea was to put something out on the internet and not tell anyone about it. So this wasn’t shared anywhere. People found it… Read more »
>Nothing explicit involving kids.
There are literally movies on this website featuring nudity of real life minors. Why is written content worse than that?
Fun fact: I almost fainted and vomited from pain one time. It was during an extremely painful shit.
What Haircut to get to pull bitches?
Not a fan of how you guys have been treating ME. I’ve been kind and kind only to you guys. You guys should apologise to me and tell me all how much you love and appreciate me.
So animal fucking including MLP hurt porn is allowed.
Keep all your name calling and childish bullshit here and not on OMH’s “User Lists” section. If you don’t want to read lists don’t fucking cry like a little bitch about it. Instead don’t go to OMH’s “User Lists” section. Cry like a little fucking bitch here.
Thx to a bunch of power-hungry little fags, now our freedom of speech is restricted. I was never into the senseless conversations about conspiracy, gender or racist theories that flourished on the forums. But thx to a bunch of sorry little fags, now we have to behave like disciplined angels and speak tamedly and timidly only about movies only because it hurts their feelings, poor little things, if you freely express yourself! But who the fuck are they? Some of them names I’ve seen for the first times these last few weeks. Why is it we have to please these cunts? It never felt to me that this site was made to accomodate the sensitivities of liberal cunts. When I said I detested the view of dead and mutilated beings on the picture tabs, I was ignored, while this much more shocking and consequential than regulars throwing words and theories at each other. It’s often funny. I’m not the admin and I can’t speak like I own the place, but I think this kind of regulation is dangerous for the soul of the site. I insist on the fact the very main positive point of EUM is the sense of freedom we feel here. But some little fags consider it dangerous and overwhelming for their small egos, and they need to have everybody disciplined so they can feel safe and like they own the place. Fuck everybody’s kinks and weirdness – let’s make it like if it’s not what drove… Read more »
Part four! 4’10brunette strutted off to the gun store… Zed Man’s clone (let’s just call him Zed Man 2, aka the one without a pfp) goes with her, but the real Zed Man is still with the other’s and his broken nose. Steve and Pink Finger started fucking. Steve is the dominant top. Pink finger is very submissive. Steve makes very weird noises and sweats A LOT to the point it fucking grosses Pink Finger out. “D-dude… Ahh! Y-you fucking… STIIIIINK!~ Fuck!” He cums as Steve sighs. JuJuThaPrettyPsycho suddenly gains a new power… But nobody knows what it is. Maybe it’s not being a retarded faggot, something they all clearly seem to be… Fred Fat is still just standing mysteriously. Maybe one day he’ll start talking again? Ziyah recovers from her concussion and runs over to JuJuThaPrettyPsycho. “My beautiful wife!” JuJuThaPrettyPsycho seemed to be her child in part 2, but it turned out Frank didn’t actually have her child. The child was actually… JuvenileJessie! Wow! And Frank actually cheated on Ziyah with Zed Man. Frank looks at JuvenileJessie in disappointment… “Why did he turn out like this? Oh well.” Frank starts drinking some alcohol. Hubbard and Admin are still cuddling and being very intimate. Hubbard blushes, looking away shyly… “D-do you have a praise kink?” Admin pauses… “Yes, my cherub. Yes. I do.” Hubbard smirks and starts praising Admin for the next hour. JuJuThaPrettyPsycho and Ziyah are now chilling and smoking some weed together. When all of a sudden… 4’10brunette… Read more »
Holy fucking shit!! A rule about kids!?! Admin, how is Steve supposed to participate?
About time that dimwit kid fiddler had someone take the wind out of his sails.
For everyone who doesnât know, Steve is the resident EUM poser pedo; heâs (they – itâs most likely several people shitposting under his name) are the ultimate rage bait troll on this site.
It all started six or seven years ago now, under the movie âElephantâ when someone called Steve a little triggered faggot asshole, which is exactly what he is, and heâs been crying and spamming incessantly, relentlessly ever since.
RIP Steve; you had a good run ya bastard. Maybe now youâll watch a few movies instead.