When I was in school I used to have an IQ of 15. My classmates used to harass me for not being that smart. But since 2013, my life has changed. My IQ is now 195 and it increases by 5 every time I sit down on Saturday nights to watch this one show. It is called Rick and Morty. Because of that, I get all the girls and people are always comparing me to Albert Einstein, some even say that I am the cure for cancer. When the government found out that I watch Rick and Morty, they showed up to my residence and took me to a secret facility to take an exam. The exam was about explaining all the jokes in Rick and Morty and I had to answer each question in all currently spoken languages. Since I watched Rick and Morty, I didn't have any problems and I completed it in 30 minutes. The next day, I got to see the results and I passed the exam with a score of 100%. They gave me the title "Smartest Man in Existence". Guess I am out of this world.
1488, High Knoll Dr, Chino Hills California, 91708
Gabriel Nguyen
Your hills Chino is so cute
James Miller
Now read this:
Eh, I guess there's no easy way to say this and to be honest I'm not sure where to even begin. Sometimes things fall into place and you're left with a feeling of clarity you haven't felt since childhood, this feeling will wrap itself around you and squeeze you harder and harder. Eventually the feeling with it's many tentacles will reach inside your openings, all the way from your mouth in to your intestines. Absorbed through the villus it spreads through all your cells, your entire being. Fragmented at this point you question the coherence of the clarity, it's no longer what it once was and a feeling can't make up for disintegrated thoughts. You're not so sure that it's true anymore, a memory of better times and before you know it's all fading away.
Stutonowy pociąg pełznie po szynach Szyny ryczą jak matula, która jęczy po synach Bo historii zegar wskazuje że śmierci godzina już nastała Czy ktoś mógłby torów stęki powstrzymać? Widzę zza szyby ten przedział Pana, co tu najwyraźniej cztery zimy przesiedział Zimny wzrok, gęsta broda, pod nią kły ma niedźwiedzia Przy okazji jestem Filip Szcześniak, gdybyś nie wiedział I na przyszłość będę starał się latać Brak pojęcia za co znów spotyka kara mnie taka Patrzy na mnie ciągle typ, jakby starał się bratać Wyprany tweed i koszula jakby stara cerata Bada mnie w mig, jestem pewien że mnie zaraz zagada O stan ducha i cywilny, czym para się tata No a ja czym, ale nagle straszny hałas się wkrada Otwarte drzwi, "Cola, piwo, chrupki, kawa, herbata!" Ma okrutną buzię oraz butny ton Kupić u niego, prędzej na Syberii kupię szron Pasażer wstaje wartko, przekracza Rubikon Spokojnie poprawia swój krawat po czym mówi: "Won!" Dostrzegam chłodny marmur jego oka Czarne myśli w jego czaszce już się budzić chcą Pragnienia ma ukryte, nie na pokaz Widzę, że chce mieć duży dom, pełen cudzych żon
Chcę mieć duży dom, pełen cudzych żon - słyszysz? Tylko tobie mówię wprost, że ja lubię brnąć w cyfry Niektórzy ludzie lubią pląs, a niektórzy chcą ciszy Cały dom w marmurze, cały dom w marmurze Czarne myśli znowu śpią na górze, o!
Gavin Peterson
Żyły w kolorze krwi jagnięcej Chyba w moim wieku jest, lecz jakby widział więcej Jakby się po stromych szczytach życia wspinał mężniej Z technologii nie korzystał, wszystko pisał ręcznie W ortaliony się nie wpycha, żeby iść na bieżnie Bo całe życie ucieka lub biega za kimś Nagle widzę, okiem łypie spod tej brwi potężnej Lepiej się zacznij uśmiechać lub przestań gapić Wpisuję kod 4-8-2-2 Sześć nieodebranych od Jedynaka Jedynak planuje koncerty Taca Poczta głosowa, słyszę "Felipe, no będzie draka" A ja uciekłem, bo mnie męczy rap-gra Jeszcze chwil parę musiałby mnie ktoś uwięzić w kaftan Jestem za stary żeby walczyć już o względy świata Chce wszystkie prace swoje spalić jak przed śmiercią Kafka Męczy oraz dziwi wszystko Zawsze czułem że ja mogę w każdej chwili zniknąć Teraz czuję, że nie wrócę do tych singli szybko Odwołuj trasę Janek, Fifi prysnął Patrzę na sąsiada, chyba już zasnął Dokąd jadę, czuję że interesuje was to Kocham WWA lecz robi się tam ciut ciasno Znów te głosy, gdy mój pociąg wjeżdża w Trójmiasto
Chcę mieć duży dom, pełen cudzych żon - słyszysz? Tylko tobie mówię wprost, że ja lubię brnąć w cyfry Niektórzy ludzie lubią pląs, a niektórzy chcą ciszy Cały dom w marmurze, cały dom w marmurze Czarne myśli znowu śpią na górze, o!
Tyler Phillips
Otwieram okno chłonąc zew morza Rześki wiatr, wielki świat, wodne bezdroża To tylko mały ja kontra ogrom przestworza I młodzi chłopcy, co pakują sobie biel w nozdrza Różowiejąc niby wieprz z rożna, żywią nadzieję, że wybranka będzie bezbożna Chociaż życie to zły sen, czasem wręcz koszmar To wcale nie chcę budzić się - no jak tak rzec można? Nie będę szukał wrażeń. chcę żyć w hotelu, czasem co najwyżej pójść na plażę Napisać płytę, pić herbatę i się czuć jak starzec Bo chcę wypocząć, zanim skończę jak ten współpasażer Który zniknął, wielka szkoda miałem plan Otóż miałem zapytać go: „Skąd ja pana znam?” Te ostatnie dni w Warszawie mało spałem, fakt Czy to majaki, czy jechałem w tym przedziale sam? ”Niemożliwe” To dopiero dobry fortel Czy mam zwidy bo się przemieniłem w moczymordę? Ciężki biznes, poopowiadam o tym potem No bo wysiadam i przechadzam się nad polskim fiordem Niebo ciemne i kleiste, niby mocny porter Wysiliwszy oczy, widzę dość ogromny hotel Ogromny hol, w nim znajduję jakiś skromny fotel Pojawia się ogromny wąs, za nim nocny portier
Jackson Powell
do "my wife chino loves coco-onee-san"
Austin Jones
-Pan Szcześniak, dobry wieczór, czekaliśmy na pana. Zameldowaliśmy pana w pokoju 515 -Nie mam rezerwacji żadnej, także... - Proszę, zapraszam do windy. Zdajemy sobie sprawę że przed panem ogrom pracy, oczywiście, niemniej zachęcam pana do uczestniczenia w życiu naszego hotelu. Za kilka dni odbywa się wieczorek taneczny, obecność obowiązkowa! -No nie wiem, zobaczę...Nie ma pan czasem ładowarki do takiego telefo... -Nie. Zachęcamy gości do niekorzystania z technologii -Super -Voilà. Pański pokój, a oto klucz, i wideo powitalne. Dobranoc. I powodzenia
Należy wam się zwrotka końcowa W głowie mam pasażera, co za postać grobowa Z lustra patrzy na mnie obca osoba Jednocześnie moja lepsza oraz gorsza połowa Aura mu się nocna podoba Czerwona lampka, czyżby poczta głosowa? Czy to wieść jakaś niesiona jest okropna, hiobowa? Kto mnie znalazł tu, komu się marzy nocna rozmowa?
Cameron Torres
"Chcę mieć duży dom, pełen cudzych żon" - słyszysz?
A więc znalazłeś się w hotelu ”Marmur” Zażywaj słońca oraz jodowanego powietrza Ciesz się szumem drzew, bulgotaniem morza I niestworzonym krzykiem lokalnego ptactwa Cicho tam! Porywa cię wieczorna melancholia? Udaj się do sali bankietowej I poznaj współtowarzyszy turnusu Nie rób głupstw Filip, masz tu wypocząć! Bogata oferta alkoholowo-gastronomiczna Niecodzienna architektura Brak rozkojarzającej technologii Obowiązkowa psychoterapia, kursy tańca Nierobienie głupstw Wykwintne wieczory z wykwintnymi gośćmi Witaj w hotelu ”Marmur”!
Blake Young
What about this;
Shall I compare my wife chino to a summer’s day? my wife chino art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake my wife chinos buds of May, And my wife chino lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of my wife chino shines, And often is my wife chinos gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from my wife chino sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing course, my wife chino untrimm’d: But my wife chinos eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair my wife chino ow’st; Nor shall Death brag my wife chino wander’st in my wife chinos shade, When in eternal lines to time my wife chino grow’st: So long as my wife chino can breathe, or my wife chino can see, So long lives my wife chino, and this gives life to my wife chino.
Lincoln Ortiz
my wife chino's eyes are nothing like the sun coral's red is far more red than my wife chino's lips red if snow be white, then my wife chino's breasts be done if hairs be wires, periwinkle wires grow on my wife chino's head I have seen roses demasked red and white, but no such roses see I in my wife chino's cheeks and in some perfumes there is more delight, than in the breath that from my wife chino reeks I love to hear my wife chino speak, yet while I know music hath a far more pleasing sound I'll grant I never saw a goddess go, when my wife chino when she walks, treads on the ground And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare as any my wife chino belied with false compare
sorry, breasts be dun* I was kinda just going off the top of my head there and realized I spelled it wrong afterwards shoulda proofread before posting instead of after
The poem is about loving with infinite depth after getting over the initial infatuation or "crush" is over with, and loving them for all their flaws instead of despite them. All hairs coming out of your head are essentially wires. No woman's lips are as red as coral (unless she's wearing gaudy lipstick).
Hudson Bell
I love you, Jesus Christ Jesus Christ, I love you, yes I do I love you, Jesus Christ Jesus Christ, I love you, yes I do And on the lazy days The dogs dissolve and drain away The world it goes And always waits The day we are awaiting
Up and over We go through the wave and undertow I will float until I learn how to swim Inside my mother in a garbage bin Until I find myself again again
Up and over we go Mouths open wide and spitting still And I will spit until I learn how to speak Up through the doorway as the sideboards creek With them ever proclaiming me me oh
Up and over We go the weight it sits on down and I don't know I will shout until they know what I mean I mean the marriage of a dead dog sing And a synthetic flying machine, machine Oh-Oohh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oohh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oohh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oohh-Oh-Oh (Okay)
Joseph Gonzalez
It was that evening with my wife chino as we were waiting for the bus to my wife chino that my wife chino saw two old my wife chino kissing under the plane tree. It was my wife chino my wife chino said, half to my wife chino half to my wife chino: my wife chino love for years my wife chino hasn't live in vain And it was then I caught sight of my wife chino my wife chino in the darkness, sparkling with flashes of light around my wife chino's head. It was my wife chino.
np vocarooanon. That one's probably my second favourite poem and I got the idea after seeing Sweden post another one of the sonets that I like I'd ask you to read my favourite poem but you would, no offense, fuck it up, and I wouldn't want to listen to that.
Ever again the morning creeps across my wife chino's shoulder Through the frosted window pane my wife chino grows bolder my wife chino's hair flows down my wife chino's pillow, my wife chino is still sleeping. I think I'll wake my wife chino now and hold my wife chino Tell my wife chino again the things I told my wife chino Behold I give my wife chino the morning hm, I give my wife chino the day Through the waving curtain wall my wife chino is streaming Far behind my wife chino's flickering eyelids my wife chino is still dreaming my wife chino is dreaming of the good times and my wife chino's smiling I think I'll wake my wife chino now and hold my wife chino Tell my wife chino again the things I told my wife chino Behold I give my wife chino the morning hm, I give my wife chino the day Close beneath my wife chino's window still my wife chino is humming Like an eager Christmas child my wife chino is coming Listen to my wife chino's song it's my wife chino. I think I'll wake my wife chino now and hold my wife chino Tell my wife chino again the things I told my wife chino Behold I give my wife chino the morning hm, I give my wife chino the day Like an antique ballroom fan my wife chino's eyelids flutter my wife chino streams across my wife chino's eyes through open shutter Now I think my wife chino is ready for the journey. I think I'll wake my wife chino now and hold my wife chino Tell my wife chino again the things I told my wife chino Behold I give my wife chino the morning hm, I give my wife chino the day
Specifically I was referring to this post but after relistening I guess it's not fluff so much as it took you a while to get to the point (which is fine colloquially)
Also I feel very uncomfortable having a conversation with someone where I'm typing and they're sending audio messages. It's fucking with my brain dude.
Well, Sneed, I made it- despite your directions. Ah. Superintendent Chuck. Welcome. - I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon. - Yeah. Oh, egads! My roast is ruined. But what if I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking? Delightfully devilish, Sneed. Ah- Sneed with his crazy explanations The superintendent's gonna need his medication When he hears Sneed's lame exaggerations There'll be trouble in town tonight Sneeeed! Superintendent, I was just- uh, just stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric exercise. Care to join me? Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Sneed? Uh- Oh. That isn't smoke. It's steam. Steam from the steamed clams we're having. Mmm. Steamed clams.
Whew. Superintendent, I hope you're ready for mouthwatering hamburgers. I thought we were having steamed clams. D'oh, no. I said sneed hams. That's what I call hamburgers. You call hamburgers sneed hams? Yes. It's a regional dialect. - Uh-huh. Uh, what region? - Uh, upstate New York. Really. Well, I'm from Utica, and I've never heard anyone use the phrase "sneed hams." Oh, not in Utica. No. It's an Albany expression. I see. You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Krusty Burger. Oh, no.
Kayden Price
Patented Sneed burgers. Old family recipe. - For sneed hams. - Yes. Yes And you call them sneed hams despite the fact that they are obviously chuck'd. Ye- You know, the- One thing I should- - Excuse me for one second. - Of course. Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I'm pooped. Yes.
I should be- Good Lord! What is happening in there? - Aurora borealis. - Uh- Aurora borealis at this time of year at this time of day in this part of the country localized entirely within your Feed & Seed? - Yes. - May I see it? No. Sneed. The house is on fire! No, Mother! It's just the northern lights. Well, Sneed, you are an odd fellow but I must say you steam a good ham. Help. Help!
Tyler Ortiz
heres a you
Eli Long
My eyes have seen the glory of the trampling of touhou, We washed our hands in cirno blood and all the weebs too, We're bringing down the Jow Forums machine jew by jew by jew, The frog post marches on.
Glory, glory based and red-pilled, Glory, glory based and red-pilled, Glory, glory based and red-pilled, The frog post marches on.
Have you heard of that slut Cirno's Kiddy mongrel son, Is he black or is he white or did he Come out the bum, I've yet to count if he's deaf or Dumb boo-hoo-hoo, Cirno's mongrel son.
Glory, glory based and red-pilled, Glory, glory based and red-pilled, Glory, glory based and red-pilled, The frog post marches on.
Have your heard of the weebposter Jew by through and through, his parents haven't been proud of him since 1942, They told them they were going to kill him touhou touhou touhou, Jewish scumbag jew.
Glory, glory based and red-pilled, Glory, glory based and red-pilled, Glory, glory blood and red-pilled, The frog post marches on. (x2)
please do this
Dylan Perry
hey guys lets -WN these W33BS LOL! MEME WAR weaponized autism,1!! lOL
Cash is Cash. And no you would'nt be parasidic if I actually wanted to pay you to do the voicelines.
Levi Reed
No offense. I am similar in that regard.
Evan Turner
More project chino later. In the meantime. I stole some guy's project satania idea and made 4 of those. It's harsh noise/power electronics with my usual "spoken word". Gonna take a break from this rigorous work tho.
Zachary Watson
Could a little of my hymn be Spanish? (Argentinian national anthem)
Oid Mortales el grito sagrado libertad, libertad, libertad Oid el ruido de rotas cadenas ved el trono a la noble igualdad Ya a su trono dignísimo abrieron las provincias unidas del Sur y los libres del mundo responden al gran pueblo argentino salud.
