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Córas Oibriúcáin.
Cad e, Agus Cad Chuige?
Córas oibrúincháin atá ann, ach í gcomhar fón so-ghluaiste. Coísuil le "Window Mobile" symbian nó an leagan de "Os X" atá in usáid ar an "iPhone", ach á eisiúit ag "Goggle" soar-in-aisce do...
Irish, Rant
Nothing you can say or do would ever cause me to change my ways
I love the country life and the thunder that echoes across the plains
Its music to my ears when I hear George Strait on the radio
Or when the national anthem is sung at a rodeo
Bring...
Poem, Rant, country
Anyone else dealing with Facebook's retarded violation wave all of a sudden? Like on censored images I have that's NSFW, even they're getting me in trouble now, with the "_ **Can't post** _" for a certain amount of days. Now it's 3...
Facebook sucks, Rant, etc
Essentially the rantings of a newly clear headed furry:
suicide. it's the key to life. dont misunderstand, the meaning of life, i think, is for it to be lived. in christianity, suicide is a sin, why?
Commentary, Humor, Rant, Thought Provoking
I used my 'sona as the main character and it ended up becoming a rant near the end, but i think it came out all right. i'm new at this, so any comments or critiques would be greatly appreciated. anyway, i hope you enjoy!
Hybrid, Rant, Story, Wolf, Wyvern, bullies
What is wrong with me?
There's so much I wanna do
It is hurting me.
If it's not now, when?
I have to let out these thoughts.
So, here it goes, then...
* * *
I'm feeling kinda empty
but now I'm okay?
When night lurks around
I refelct on...
Poem, Poems, Poetry, Rant, mind, vent
Night thoughts - 40'something - Y knot
Friction-all... (sry, I complained a lot)
I find myself often looking at someone who's socially lost, forgetting the point they tried to make is only holding worth in mind to themselves, not at a glance
Then...
Poem, Rant, Short Story, slice of life
_Please explain..._
**He fluctuates between hating me, tolerating me, and holding me close
for being the only person who will tolerate him.**
_Which is why you don't realise what he does to people._
_But then... you do._
**I do realize it.**
_but...
Aardwolf, Depression, Poetry, Rant, Red Panda, vent
#2 of ryt's rants
i've been known to ramble on a rant long enough to do a politician or a salesman proud. the almost unending verbal tirade is something i gave to ryt as a counter balance for the long periods of silence he is capable of.
Rants, Ryt's, Tirade, about, and, anything, nothing, verbal
"Because the point is to use. Butter. Fat. Processed milk. Former cow bits, repurposed moo juice. Not polluted water, not antiretrodehydrogenated oil with a fifty-fucking-fifty ratio of dyes to petroleum byproducts. There's a flavor difference, there's...
Bad Language, Cooking, Morning after, Rant, slice of life