b3ta.com talk
You are not logged in. Login or Signup
Home » Talk » Message 6238734 (Thread)

To be nobody-but-yourself -
in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

Your turn again.
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:31, archived)
You can't get better than a kwik-fit fitter.
Your turn.
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:35, archived)
Death is not an event in life:
we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.

Your turn.
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:39, archived)
I've been to paradise
but I've never been to me.

Your turn
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:44, archived)
Set yourself as the standard.

(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:49, archived)
How the fuck does someone 'go to me' anyway?

(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:50, archived)
Stick your head up your arse
oh wait...

winkingfacetoshowIdon'treallymeanit
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:53, archived)
I have become death: Shatterer of worlds.


your turn.
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:46, archived)
I feel like chicken tonight!
LIKE CHICKEN TONIGHT!

your turn.
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:50, archived)
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I want to sink her with my pink torpedo

... your turn
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:52, archived)
FUCK YEAH.
I love that song.

Big game is waiting there, inside her tights.
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:54, archived)
Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk
I had a bag of the skunk, won in last night's tunk
Pussy residue is on my penis
Denise from the cleaners
Fucked me good, you shoulda seen us
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:56, archived)
haha I'd forgotten how awsome that song is
Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits
Sipping on that fine shit
I ain't used to buying
I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
Like taking ho's money, but that's another story
For surely ya pussy on toast, after we toast
her clothes fell like Bishop and Juice
The womb beater, clean pussy eater, inserting my jock
In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don't stop!
Response I got when I was knockin' it
Clocks steady ticking, kinky finger licking
Then carrying on, semen's at my tip when she moans
I gotta slow down before I cum soon
And work that nigger, like a slave owner
When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
She's foaming at them lips, the ones between the hips
Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip
Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though
Pussy tighter than conditions up on black folks
we in the final stretch, the last part of sex
I bust a fat ass nut - then I woke up next
Like, what the fuck is going on here?
This bitch evaporated, pussy and all just picked up and vacated
And now I'm frustrated cause my dick was unprotected
And doctor Wesley's telling me I really got that shit
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:58, archived)
I have become Shatner.
KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:57, archived)
hehe
Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.
Friedrich Nietzsche's turn.
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:50, archived)
If you gaze for long into an abyss,
the abyss gazes also into you.

Samuel Johnson's turn.
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:54, archived)
A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.
Plato's turn
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:56, archived)
We are inclined to believe those whom we do not know
because they have never lied to us.

Kant's turn?
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 9:56, archived)
A man often meets his destiny on the path he takes to avoid it.
/likes this one but doesn't know who it's by.
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 10:04, archived)
Batman.

(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 10:06, archived)
Nah, that was "Rubber nipples on the costume... too much?"

(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 10:08, archived)
There's a similar Sufi story
www.highbeam.com/doc/1P2-3933318.html
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 10:18, archived)
Brilliant.
I love that.
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 10:31, archived)

When you meet death in a story, never, never, ever think you can outwit, outsmart, trick, confuse, or otherwise triumph over him/her. You are always fucked. There's no point in galloping to Samarkand, or trying to hide under the bed, or swapping the life candles so Death blows out someone else's, or going 'Look! Over there!!' and then running away. Give it up. You are done for. Welcome it, and then you can avoid ending up as the idiot in someone's story about how some idiot thought they could cheat death.
(, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 10:41, archived)