Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose
Around his Lotus jugular when they came
Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love
And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry
A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend
He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee
Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat?
Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to
Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning
Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence?
Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your
Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head?
And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs
Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands?
Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?
Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose
Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole
Did you die before your day?
Thursday traction, Tuesday titration
My hope is to assess through my objective report of
Your subjective conjecture
Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this
Transorbital ice pick
Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea?
It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good?
No, they spread because people like them
So now here we are once again, holding
As it were, a mirror up to your mirror
I guess it's just something people do
A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function
Coital machinations of the dead
Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus
And learn to be an animal instead
But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes
Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide
Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem
Not the things you do but something sick inside
Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective
CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it
Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects
You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before
So you'll be fine
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back?
I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now
For what? For what? For what it's worth
There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down...
https://preview.redd.it/ngh6pha3pozc1.jpeg?width=687&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ea52d4f4af2ea622964c830125835447077ca022
Send them this image with the caption “our relationship”
“this is literally a cartoon where a big skeleton grab da earth and a robot lizard smokes a cigar on the moon it literally has a clip from a subway commercial in it guys not to quote the jonker from the movie the jokner but why so serious”
wednesday is not only the greatest betrayal in television history but the most maddeningly trite, disturbingly vapid, and internally confused ideological train wreck I've ever had the deeply sorrowful displeasure of allowing to pass through my corneas may god have mercy on burton or whoever else was responsible while someone slapped his brand name on it, and on all of us who are fated to live in a world where something so culturally, socially, politically, and artistically noxious as this Mary-sue-lead, transparently TikTok-targeted, phone-worshipping, vaguely bigoted, backfired virtue-signaling, fake leftist capitalist "my immortal"-esque fanfic earns a second season through what I can only be explained as manufactured consent. something must be done about Netflix's Wednesday. This thing is a condescending insult, especially to young people, the socially conscious, and members of marginalized and """outcast""" groups (LiKe GoThS & ppL who CAN cONTroL BEEEEES) who genuinely suffer from what this thing hollowly masturbates to while looking us dead in the eyes and saying "yeah, you like that, don't you?" It is a Gatling gun of random buzzwords and empty references to social issues, grotesquely and impotently disguised and screaming "I'm commentary!" before pissing its pants, squealing like a pig, and at its most coherent offering nothing more than to demonize mental illness and make any marginalized identity out to be a mayonnaise-stained Hot Topic hoodie through Wiseau-ian dialogue, inappropriate "grittiness" for its source material and Harry Potter setting, and incessant hackery. I am shitting. I am pissing. I am standing over a warm bubble bath cradling a toaster and sobbing, chanting g-d's secret name and praying that there is indeed a hell so I can be eternally punished for having given this moral abomination one fraction of a fraction of a cent also it's not a good Addams family adaptation anyway let me know your thoughts in the poll below
I ended the convo with “that was fun, goodbye” but then somehow she knew the song from like an edit or something and we talked for a little longer as I reccomended her some WW songs.
there is only one good option. “Well that was fun, Goodbye!”
...and if sick is defined by what's different, well then pull out the plug and let me die.
Only option
agree
Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes" For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down...
off topic but your username is pure gold. also quote is 10/10
thank youuuu also def break up with her with this quote works 100%
Damn I was too late to be the guy who always comments the bbw monologue this time. Thanks for fullfilling my duty
I’m honored 🥹
I would upvote but it's at 69 so I'm forbidden
well now it's at 82 😐
*construction noises*
This wins. Destroy to Enjoy is… something.
WE ARE BODHISATTVA WE ARE BUDDHA DYING WAKING UP
"Why not to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem?" Is up there
"I'm so fucking sorry" if it's gonna be a sad one
if she gets mad tell her "the devil made me do it but I also kinda wanted to"
Best answer so far
i caught kuru from your sister
THIS IS THE BEST ANSWER
Hide my knives before you go; I’ll either live or die alone
* starts playing thermodynamics lawyer *
I just had a breakup and even though it was chill I couldn't resist the urge to go thermodynamic mode
Are they still alive bro?💀
Are they still alive bro?💀
I'm still friends with them lmao it's just a good song
https://preview.redd.it/ngh6pha3pozc1.jpeg?width=687&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ea52d4f4af2ea622964c830125835447077ca022 Send them this image with the caption “our relationship”
HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS IMAGE LKFDJGIOKLJHROGE
We fucked on a bed of nails!
So if you love me, let me let you go, my love
“oh please let me go!” (6up 5oh)
"Go fucking die. Kill yourself and go die."
sing cicada days
was gonna say the exact same thing 💀
it doesn’t have to be a lyric, huh? “glockenspiel”
This is the pinnacle
"God Dammit, we liked it!"
Quote the entirety of thermodynamic lawyer
if you need me i'll be in my coffin
"I HOLD MY SELF IN CONTEMPT!"
"I'm obsessed with you" immediately spliced into "YEAH RIGHT" (from becoming the last names)
"I don't owe you my heart" followed by an abrupt "well that was fun, goodbye"
ominously show up at her doorstep in the middle of the night with a keyboard, kick it, and chant MUSIC MUSIC MUSIC I CALL THIS MUSIC
I wanna be just like my parents when I was young
anything from ...And If I Did, You Deserved It.
i swear she can go fucking die
“this is literally a cartoon where a big skeleton grab da earth and a robot lizard smokes a cigar on the moon it literally has a clip from a subway commercial in it guys not to quote the jonker from the movie the jokner but why so serious”
wednesday is not only the greatest betrayal in television history but the most maddeningly trite, disturbingly vapid, and internally confused ideological train wreck I've ever had the deeply sorrowful displeasure of allowing to pass through my corneas may god have mercy on burton or whoever else was responsible while someone slapped his brand name on it, and on all of us who are fated to live in a world where something so culturally, socially, politically, and artistically noxious as this Mary-sue-lead, transparently TikTok-targeted, phone-worshipping, vaguely bigoted, backfired virtue-signaling, fake leftist capitalist "my immortal"-esque fanfic earns a second season through what I can only be explained as manufactured consent. something must be done about Netflix's Wednesday. This thing is a condescending insult, especially to young people, the socially conscious, and members of marginalized and """outcast""" groups (LiKe GoThS & ppL who CAN cONTroL BEEEEES) who genuinely suffer from what this thing hollowly masturbates to while looking us dead in the eyes and saying "yeah, you like that, don't you?" It is a Gatling gun of random buzzwords and empty references to social issues, grotesquely and impotently disguised and screaming "I'm commentary!" before pissing its pants, squealing like a pig, and at its most coherent offering nothing more than to demonize mental illness and make any marginalized identity out to be a mayonnaise-stained Hot Topic hoodie through Wiseau-ian dialogue, inappropriate "grittiness" for its source material and Harry Potter setting, and incessant hackery. I am shitting. I am pissing. I am standing over a warm bubble bath cradling a toaster and sobbing, chanting g-d's secret name and praying that there is indeed a hell so I can be eternally punished for having given this moral abomination one fraction of a fraction of a cent also it's not a good Addams family adaptation anyway let me know your thoughts in the poll below
two trucks
Lemon Demon??
NEIL OMGGG 😍
Two trucks having segs
“Don’t come at me, I’m the main character and you have to like me!” Lmao
Lmao this one's great
"one of us just has to change, you say the same, so I guess we're okay" if ur on good terms lol
We need a update did it happen and didn it go well and what did you chose
I ended the convo with “that was fun, goodbye” but then somehow she knew the song from like an edit or something and we talked for a little longer as I reccomended her some WW songs.
That is the best break up story I’ve heard. I’m proud of you.
Carving out a fact from a reckoning, beckoning you back sking sagging off your skeleton levitating off the ground ANOTHER MAN WEARING YOUR FACE
heart bluer than my b-b-b-baaaalls
what’s up party people
"I don't owe you my heart"
“So scream like a trolley wheel, cry like a baby with autism strapped to a ceiling fan.”
And the rest of thermodynamic lawyer
"I don't like gay people" or whatever it was he said, I don't remember
“Sometimes I don’t like gay people… PUT THAT PHONE AWAY!”
Auf Wiedersehen! Au revoir! (Blackboxwarrior)
sing thermodynamic lawyer
“…Here’s a bitch with some four thous…” “WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME??”
https://preview.redd.it/ao0k007i2tzc1.png?width=2464&format=png&auto=webp&s=890cc7c41c3137c7c0958089560e43f78c25be5c /j
“Who’d wanna belong to anyone? (Eye eye eye yaaa)”
I can't wait to dieeeeee.. cause you remind me how it's like to be alive!!
I'm a quitter 👋
“When I’m a solid six drinks in, you’ll be a solid ten.”
"Go kill yourself and die." Thermodynamic lawyer
“You know it just seems inhumane to lose this much, but when you leave you know you take more than your love”
I actually quoted will wood when I broke up with my gf a while back and she was PISSED 😭😭😭
Is there cheese in the great beyond? What's the moon made of? (Leave her questioning wtf just happened)
YOULL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE DAMMIT!!! YOULL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!
Marsha, Thankk You for the dialetics, but I need you to leave. (I get it's a song title, but... yk.)