you ever wish a fanfic was done so instead you start writing your own to supplement your longing for the old one to finish. but then you realize you cant write :,)
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thinking about drawing in ms paint but like only giving myself a min and whatever abomination comes out i post :b
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To bang or not to bang That is the question:
Whether tis nobler in the mind to endure
the sillys and goofys of outrageous your mom
Or to take arms against your mom
And by opposing bang them. to die -to sleep with
yes more; and by sleep we say fuck
the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
devoutly to be bang'd. To die, to sleep with;
To sleep with, perchance to fuck- ay, that's a dick
for in that sleep of death what creams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal flesh
Must give us pause - theres the refractory
That makes virginity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips, leashes of collars
Th'submissive's wrong the proud whore's
contumely,
The pang of degererate'd love, the law's daddy,
The ignorance of ovum, and the sperms
That patient merit of th'unworthy fucks
When he himself might his cock take
With a bare ass? Who would fardels bare,
To moan and sweat under a horny life,
But that the dread of something the morning after,
The unwhore'd country, from those ills we have
Than annoy to other that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make whores of us all,
And thus the native hoe of resolution
Is slicklied o'er with the pale spray of come,
and enterprises of great passion and the moment
with this regard their currents turn of events
and lose the name of action
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To bang or not to bang That is the question:
Whether tis nobler in the mind to endure
the sillys and goofys of outrageous your mom
Or to take arms against your mom
And by opposing bang them. to die -to sleep with
yes more; and by sleep we say fuck
the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
devoutly to be bang'd. To die, to sleep with;
To sleep with, perchance to fuck- ay, that's a dick
for in that sleep of death what creams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal flesh
Must give us pause - theres the refractory
That makes virginity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips, leashes of collars
Th'submissive's wrong the proud whore's
contumely,
The pang of degererate'd love, the law's daddy,
The ignorance of ovum, and the sperms
That patient merit of th'unworthy fucks
When he himself might his cock take
With a bare ass? Who would fardels bare,
To moan and sweat under a horny life,
But that the dread of something the morning after,
The unwhore'd country, from those ills we have
Than annoy to other that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make whores of us all,
And thus the native hoe of resolution
Is slicklied o'er with the pale spray of come,
and enterprises of great passion and the moment
with this regard their currents turn of events
and lose the name of action
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