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Or are you waiting for something to happen on here?
EDIT: Channel 4 is showing weird stuff again.
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Or is it just me?
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And am very sad that I can't drown my sorrows.
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No drinking other than a glass of wine with dinner during the week, as much as I like on Saturday, nowt on Sunday.
At least until I get down to 12 stone 8.
(, Tue 4 Jan 2011, 21:49, Reply)
Tell you what made me laugh.
Bristol Rovers were 2-0 up after 11 minutes.
They lost 2-3
hahahahaha
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she said "I think we should all go out tonight for non-alcoholic drinks so I don't have to sit at home all alone"
how could I resist that?
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That sounds like a much better plan to me.
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There is no point you missing out on a pint.
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Tell me K. Please, for the love of god. TELL ME.
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made about the life of Enid Blyton
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convincing her husband to get a divorce on the promise of full access to the children, and never letting him see them once,
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Did they rape the ugly from Byker Grove?
Probably showing my age again
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beyond that it was possibly a tv series in the seventies
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It spawned Ant and Dec
EDIT: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Byker_Grove
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I grew up not watching TV so stuff like that escapes me
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And ended up taunting their cat with a measuring tape. I've still not packed anything.
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It was great, I didn't embarrass myself, even though I'm extremely out of practice, AND I've come home to massive Twitter love for an article I wrote earlier. I'm well happy.
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I gallantly stopped bathing in Twitter love and went and helped them out.
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I haven't played since they've been promoted so I was a bit worried about just sitting there going "......dunno", and looking like a bit of a twat (I'm always the youngest by 25 years and I'm lucky if there's another woman there) BUT I DIDN'T.
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How many were answered correctly?
Sorry, I should have made that clear in the last post.
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All the ones I answered were right, but the rules are a bit weird and too long and boring to explain. Just trust me, I done good.
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34-37
My team at the beginning of their first season in this division, and I haven't played for this league in about three years. Takes a bit of getting used to the style of questioning. I'm just happy because I thought we'd get hammered and I wouldn't score any points.
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That is quite important.
Also, do you have an amusing team name?
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I properly couldn't be arsed going, so I just had a couple of pints tonight.
You just have the name of the pub that you're from, so no name-related japery either.
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I was busy bitching on Facebook. Yeah, I'm that cool.
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they are in the house somewhere - anyone seen them?
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It is like a special 'key' edition of Deal or no Deal at Crunchy Towers!
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-deep breath-
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Lots of conjunctions.
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Many friends are getting her drunk though.
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I'm very tired now, though. Lots of booze in only 2 drinks. How goes it?
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Not sure what to do about the throat though.
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I dunno, I just tend to stick it out.
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But I'll probably have a whinge on here for a bit as well.
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Scabs of the past peeling slowly from a dark and distant memory,
emptiness, whispering menace glinting beneath the skin,
consumption in the vast eternal maw,
decaying teeth flickering over the tongue of the faceless,
debasement of eternal torment,
dark is the light.
Dark is the light. And everything is black.
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perverted within a viewing
standing alone
it took the night to believe
the beacon lingers
come to grasp
to the edge of orion
repeatedly defiling the wind's daughter
cry yourself to ash
what is destroyed by fire
a perfect silhouette
dialates full
the withering egg
unurished
cloak thyself
in salutations of crescent eye
vibrate
believe
vibrate
defile
vibrate
believe
vibrate
defile
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Held down by faceless darkness,
the universe shrinking back through time,
a mouth held open to the bottomless pit,
the flavour of the death of all that have come before,
the air bloated and brittle with fear, solidifying,
forever mummified in the molten ruins of the rejected,
their gleeful pain a molten wave that consumes,
fields of blood and onyx carry your remains to the last chariot
of stone drawn by the great caribou, dragged across the valley
of the endless void, to a place where no word exists,
where you are left atop the final precipice,
the vast expanse of hopelessness stretching into the infinite,
becoming with the shattered feathered hands of the damned.
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Face down where the ancient soil meets the discarded flesh, the great stench of all that is rotten, and forgotten, the unburied clamber into what you were, feasting on the joy that is stolen forever, alchemy of disgust and hatred, the unceremonious, the smell of all final moments at once, embedded in the great beasts flesh, the carrier of the tormented, the final journey through the impossible, a silence so vast, that deafens with its roaring certainty, to the unnamed places, guarded by the ancient carrion and their minions of vomit and pestilence.
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Alone, unalive, forgotten and abandoned where only the discarded dwell,
the scurrying of footstpes so large planets fall into the great pit,
entire civilizations consumed in the slow frenzy of despair,
an unholiness that judges without reason, digested by something so hungry,
so insatiable, a gleeful darkness that knows you have arrived,
and has always known, something that should never have been,
something waiting with a patience truly terrifying,
that is everything and nothing,
a darkness that binds all together in fear and eternity. Await.
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Something comes, something that you should never have known calls,
summoned by a vastness that kills certainty without thought,
the boulders of blood open their gates,
for it is here that the universe fears to believe,
the gateway to the infinite hunger opens,
the eternal swarms that darken darkness beckon with their flawless misshapen menace,
a knowledge that is so certain it has been locked away, here it dwells,
draped in the void, the very flesh of darkness,
where the unholiest caress their nigthmare,
the resting place of all that is damned.
For here you are unwelcome,
un-alive and incarcerated in the place where the mudered stones bleed
onto the tongue of damnation.
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Here. Decompose forever, aware and unholy, encased in marble
and honey from the swarm, a thin coat of eternal whispering
that bleaches from within, a darkness that defiles thought,
stolen by the wingless harpies whose memories lay waste the valley of diamonds,
where the great One sleeps, her eyes,
placid pits of violent tar and bitumen regurgitated by demons chained to misery,
eyes that see nothing for there is only the darkness that wells up from inside,
a great viscous cloud smothering hope,
a blanket woven from the dung of the old ones,
their disease the tapestry of all that is futile,
her gaze burning holes in the veil that protects the chosen,
her breathe a plague that unleashes the frozen wolves, blind,
their tongues paint your heart with scorpions,
their pestilence an invitation to the only one that matters for
She is the presence that is all that is un-named, for it is Her,
the unbegotten Mistress of the eternal hunger,
dwell forever in her great unholy stomach where the damned befoul themselves in
the glory of her fecund and bloody history,
worship in the torment of a million wasted lives,
bathe in the horror that the blood of time carries with the plague,
and befoul yourself with worship,
for she hates you eternally with the ferocious lust that binds all that inhabit
the wasted and forgotten, the blissful loathing of you is now all that remains,
alone, forgotten and Damned.
(, Tue 4 Jan 2011, 22:23, Reply)
But the odd thing is that the site I went to to copy & paste from has lyrics for Sin Nanna which is of course an instrumental.
How peculiar!
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that it's my sort of thing. Seems a bit emo to me
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIR1KfKXH6s&feature=related
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What they do with tone and texture is haunting. I also respect that they state that their instruments are their amps rather than their guitars.
I dig pomo approaches to art.
(, Tue 4 Jan 2011, 22:53, Reply)
You ever listened to Esoteric? Similar, I think.
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(, Tue 4 Jan 2011, 23:08, Reply)
That thing up there just reminded me of the joke about the two black guys that go to a fancy dress party as negative emotions.
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It contains the quote "I've thought of a wonderful present for you... Shall I give you despair?"
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I pay attention to things before I say they're shit.
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Love Actually is shit. It even fails at being a feel-good film to watch when you're feeling down
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Girly.
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To bring those who hurt people they loved to justice.
Sin City.
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Iam just fucked off.
Logged in to get cheered up :)
(, Wed 5 Jan 2011, 0:10, Reply)
Stone cold bloody sober and just pissed off.
Have spent 2 weeks nursemaiding sick family, now ive come down with it and now i cant cook, wash up and run around after them , my services are no longer required, and am expected to sod off back across country
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