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.
Update on the buffering issue that some users experience here:
It’s an issue with the security service. However their infrastructure is fixed and after checking out other services, I realized this will be a problem with other services too. Basically things have changed on the internet and what worked for so many years here is running into problems.
But I’ve thought of a solution and the first tests are good – I found zero buffering across multiple devices and browsers. But this requires a complete revamp of the way things have been done here. So I’ll need to do it slowly and carefully not to break everything.
tl;dr will take a couple days and hope to get it done by the end of this weekend. Along the way you will see the site go into Maintenance for an extended period, maybe for even a day. Nothing to worry about. It’s just me fixing this shit.
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 4’10brunette/Meow/Sweet
By, Tamir
It didn’t 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 wouldn’t listen, simply too obtuse.
It’s 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 wasn’t 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 don’t 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
🚨Community Alert🚨😂
The dumb fucking asshole 4’10brunette/Meow is back, now posting as “Sweet”
Make sure to give it a warm welcome 🖕☠️🤣
Engage with the little jerkoff at your own discretion
“Millions of individuals live with insomnia. In fact, the condition—which makes it difficult to fall asleep, stay asleep and/or causes you to wake up early—is 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-père,
ce grand enfant qui sait pas gérer sa colère.
J’emmerde mon père,
il est mort, qu’est-ce qu’il peut bien en avoir à faire.
J’emmerde ma grand-mère,
cette autiste méchante qui, tout le temps, vocifère.
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
Tantôt insulté, tantôt frappé,
Jamais aimé, tout le temps méprisé
Sans personne à mes côtés,
seul le suicide m’accompagnait.
Petit déjà, je voulais me pendre.
Ni parents ni amis, pourquoi lutter ?
J’ai mis du temps à comprendre
que dans cette maison, je n’étais pas invité.
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 à errer
Je mourrai bien quelque part
Mais pour l’instant je vais me remettre à marcher…
Si quelqu’un voit ça c’est pas vrai ct juste pour le poème, 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 poème que j’avais écrit Le mort vivant Die untoten Depuis longtemps je ne tiens plus debout, c’est dans mon lit que je passe ma vie. Je suis allongé, ni réveillé ni endormi. Ni plaisir ni émotion, rien n’est à mon goût. Je ne m’occupe pas, je ne fais rien. J’écoute de la musique, je fume un joint C’est à peine si je mange un bout. Impitoyable est la chronorragie. le désert croît, la fatigue aussi. Mort vivant, la mort a infecté la vie. Ce qu’il reste de moi est à peine humain, Elle fait de moi un mort en sursis. Seulement, ma peine est constamment ajournée, Jamais bien loin, elle me guette à l’horizon Son regard terrifiant, ses yeux vides ne me quittent jamais. Mes réserves s’épuisent, je n’ai rien à manger. Mes forces me quittent, les pulsions abandonnent, habituées de ne jamais être satisfaites. Ce corps ne lutte plus, il fond dans son matelas, sous sa couette, sur son oreiller, avec ses écouteurs: son habitat naturel. Un corps produit l’énergie et la force qu’on demande de lui. Moi je ne demande rien de mon corps, donc il ne produit pas beaucoup d’énergie. Je demande peu à mes muscles, la plupart ne sont jamais sollicités, ils sont à mon image: lentement ils s’atrophient tandis qu’ils demeurent endormis. Je vomis la station debout, je m’allonge dans mon lit. Je vomis l’action, l’activité, les relations, l’amitié, 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… we’re 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’extrême ? Tout y passe, de la description médicale des phases terminales jusqu’à Sade. Il y a un apprentissage social de l’abjection, une éducation du regard qui lui apprend à se détourner de certains objets. Mais ça a échoué avec moi. A la différence 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 arrêté les anti-dépresseurs et la weed. Je ne sais pas pourquoi mais je suis constamment à la recherche d’états de conscience altérés. Parfois mes journées sont de longues quêtes où je travaille à cette altération. Tout sauf la sobriété, tout sauf moi. Café, clope, cannabis, cocaïne, kétamine, oxycodone. Chaque substance s’inscrit sur une échelle de l’altération, qui va du plus subtil changement, de la plus imperceptible modification, à l’altération ultime: la mort. Le passage vers l’autre côté, accélération du mourir, provocation et insulte à la vie.
Je parle au présent, 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 Goethe’s novels.
Somethin’ to feel when I fall into that pit of regrets.
When I don’t know which way is back to land, ’cause I’m wrapped in my own blood, close to the river.
Bein’ among the ashes of somethin’ called love,
somethin’ 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, it´s so dumb
Hopefully it is
Love’s weird. It’s 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 somethin’ ain’t right…
My heart wasn’t even racin’. I just felt warmth and nostalgia. Bein’ 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 you’re 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
It’s funny how we drift apart,
we never truly let go of each other,
we’d 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, it’s 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 mine…
Even if other people come along and treat me better, I know
it’s not you—and it breaks my heart to think my only love
takes advantage of me when I’m at my weakest.
Making me walk away because I can’t take it anymore—not being able to see you, hear you,
hold each other in a field and just laugh.
Love me, that’s 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. “Of course everyone else’s opinion matters… as long as it agrees with mine.” 2. “You’re lucky I even noticed you.” 3. “I didn’t make a mistake. I just saw things differently than everyone else.” 4. “If you think you’re as important as me, you’re dreaming.” 5. “I don’t compete; I set the standard.” – 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 — 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 — 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 — clean eating, fruits, no coffee/cigarettes/alcohol — the taste upon first entering the mouth is: Bitter and slightly sharp like arabica coffee, not medicine (effect of semen’s alkaline pH — 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 — 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 madness…
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 me—
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 y´all 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.
“Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.” — Meow
Appreciate life. Listen to calm music.
“Who run the world? Girls.” — Beyoncé
“The theory of the Communists may be summed up in the single sentence: Abolition of private property.” — Karl Marx & Friedrich Engels
“I don’t let mean and jealous people ruin my mood; if anything they boost my ego.” — 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.” — 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!” — 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 – 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 ????
It’s 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. That’s what I care about.
Fuck you haters – I win. So much winning. Get raped assholes!
A Poem On My Brilliance
“The world wouldn’t survive if I stepped back for a second.”
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.
“Others aspire; I inspire. I don’t compete. Everyone else is just in my way. Perfection doesn’t chase me. I define it. I’m not arrogant. I’m just the standard.” 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?