"Your Mother and I" by The Vergent Tallion

You are doing a really bad job at pretending to not speak English my dear.

wtf?

i speak english when i want to , read my metaphoric poem titled "The Willow and goul" and you will know i can speak the best English here.

I've read it and dismissed it as purile schoolboy shite. Thanks though at giving me an insight into your tiny mind.

mr.mystery=JP?

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Originally Posted by clocker

mr.mystery=JP?

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ffs, shut up im not JP, you retard.

I think it's someone pretending to be JP. If it is him I''ll be really unhappy.

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Originally Posted by mr.mystery

This is my latest work, i hope you enjoy this marvellous short story. It took me two days to write this so please dont completely mock it. This is way easier to understand than the metaphorical poem i posted two days ago.
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It was on a gloomy summers evening when our evasive eyes glanced at eachothers. Your mother was like a swan,so elegant yet so fierce, i grabbed her like a 5 dollar bill prancing about on a dirty alleyway, and thrusted and thrusted and so i felt the reciprocity we shared.
i couldnt believe it, her breasts revealed as though it was an enigma i discovered, our sexual bodies hardcorley connected in a pornographical distinctive way. As i inserted my hardwood in her womenhood, she screamed like an hyiena and i roared like a bear, and as the intensity rapidly rose, the moon decided to wake, and so did the neighbours. The asswipes decided to call the police, in a moment of panic her and I ran and ran and ran.
We seeked refuge in a lush green bush were our lips met again. I closed my eyes, and slowly re-opened, i sat up and was looking at my room. It was all a dream, your mother and I was never to be. How could this be?
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please express your views on this, thank you.

i would really appreciate it if you do not spam this thread completely.

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Awful. You try too hard to juxatapose images, you tell rather than show ("roar like a bear", "moment of panic"...yawn) and you only have a basic grasp of spelling, sentence structure and grammar.

And is "hardcorley" a real word?

Though what is interesting is that you equate a woman with a "5 dollar bill" and in a "dirty alleyway", some issues there? The poem itself is a borderline rape fantasy with a little hint of incest thrown in for good measure. You're a bit wierd.

^ you retard, its meant to be weird and different.

ffs your even slower than crabman

Please please tell me that's not JP. I'll be so disapointed.

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Originally Posted by mr.mystery

^ you retard, its meant to be weird and different.

ffs your even slower than crabman

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I can see that you were trying to be weird and different, that's about the only level your "piece" works on.