What Color Am I? Brown?
Sometimes down we break like dreams, yet it's the wet dreams pulling us up back together, they make us breathe in the cold, they make us survive in the dark, they kill the death, solitude, emptiness.
Our hopeful dreams are the real light across the midnight sky, with our desperate wishes the glowing stars, our intertwined hearts one bright moon. This beautiful love configuration is everything amazing we’ve got, embracing us, cherishing us, nourishing us, protecting us babies.
Have you encountered a color you just can’t describe? Is this extraterrestrial shade of mine really unimaginable, incomprehensible, unfathomable?
My libertine love for you is a never-ending party, you’ve been invited, I’ve invited you. You make me drunk, my Liborteen love junkie! Phuck, baby, you know who I am, that I AM, even after PM, I’ve been your Love Love, 25/8. You read me like your book, you write me like your diary, it’s all the testament and testimony to the reality.
I’m proud to live with my decisions loaded up with the nurturing manure of love, carrying on romantically meaningful conversations loaded down with such majestic horseshoe polish, I own up to my bittersweet bullshit, I even outgrow or overgrow the rainbow brownshine.
Green Day - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams [Official Music Video]
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me, and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one, and I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk a-
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then, I walk alone
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the borderline
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What's fucked up, and everything's all right
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive, and I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk a-
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then, I walk alone
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, I walk alone, I walk a-
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one, and I walk a-
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then, I walk alone
This I Believe (The Creed) - Hillsong Worship
Our Father everlasting
The all creating One
God Almighty
Through Your Holy Spirit
Conceiving Christ the Son
Jesus our Saviour
I believe in God our Father
I believe in Christ the Son
I believe in the Holy Spirit
Our God is three in one
I believe in the resurrection
That we will rise again
For I believe in the Name of Jesus
Our Judge and our Defender
Suffered and crucified
Forgiveness is in You
Descended into darkness
You rose in glorious life
Forever seated high
I believe in God our Father
I believe in Christ the Son
I believe in the Holy Spirit
Our God is three in one
I believe in the resurrection
That we will rise again
For I believe in the Name of Jesus
I believe in You
I believe You rose again
I believe that Jesus Christ is Lord
I believe in You
I believe You rose again
I believe that Jesus Christ is Lord
I believe in God our Father
I believe in Christ the Son
I believe in the Holy Spirit
Our God is three in one
I believe in the resurrection
That we will rise again
For I believe in the Name of Jesus
I believe in God our Father
I believe in Christ the Son
I believe in the Holy Spirit
Our God is three in one
I believe in the resurrection
That we will rise again
For I believe in the Name of Jesus
For I believe in the Name of Jesus
For I believe in the Name of Jesus
I believe in life eternal
I believe in the virgin birth
I believe in the saints' communion
And in Your holy Church
I believe in the resurrection
When Jesus comes again
For I believe in the Name of Jesus
I believe in God our Father
I believe in Christ the Son
I believe in the Holy Spirit
Our God is three in one
I believe in the resurrection
That we will rise again
For I believe in the Name of Jesus
I believe in God our Father
I believe in Christ the Son
I believe in the Holy Spirit
Our God is three in one
I believe in the resurrection
That we will rise again
For I believe in the Name of Jesus
For I believe in the Name of Jesus
Pulp - Babies (Alternative Version)
Well, it happened years ago
When you lived on Stanhope Road
We listened to your sister
When she came home from school
'Cause she was two years older
And she had boys in her room
We listened outside and heard her
Alright
Well, that was alright for a while
But soon I wanted more
I want to see as well as hear
And so I, I hid inside her wardrobe
And she came home 'round four
And she was with some kid called David
And from the garage up the road
I listened outside, I heard her
Alright
Oh, I want to take you home
I want to give you children
You might be my girlfriend
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I saw you next day
I really couldn't tell
'Cause she might go and tell your mother
And so you went with Neve
Oh yeah, Neve was coming on
And I thought I heard you laughing
When his mum and dad were gone
I listened outside, I heard you
Alright
Oh, I want to take you home
I want to give you children
You might be my girlfriend
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, I guess it couldn't last too long
I came home one day
And all her things were gone
I fell asleep inside
I never heard her come
Oh, I then opened up her wardrobe
And I had to look in it all, yeah
Oh, listen
We were on the bed when you came home
I heard you stop outside the door
I know you won't believe it's true
I only went with her 'cause she looks like you
My God!
Oh, I want to take you home
I want to give you children
You might be my girlfriend
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah
This romantic love post of ours is sexsexfully dedicated to all the failed Substack incels & femcels, we’re with you, bros and bras, against them, LOL!
Incelism or involuntary celibate refers to self-identifying male members of an online war subculture based around the inability to find a romantic or sexual partner despite desiring one, an obliterated state they describe as inceldumb or incelibabesea. As loneliness and resentment arm in arm grow, their radical views are semi-inexplicably hostile toward women and men who are sexually active, they fight their own BS using the internet, finding anonymous support because they don’t know how to get rid of it, their own BS.
Femcelism or involuntary female celibate refers to a community of women who‘ve chosen to opt-out of sexual and romantic relationships. Similar to how incels blame feminists for their inability to secure a satisfying sex life, femcels view misogyny and unjust beauty norms as a factor that inhibits their true sexual and romantic desires. More specifically, femcels believe they’re only desirable to men sexually, not romantically, and therefore have created internet personas surrounding their inability to be loved. And that’s exactly where we step in, baby, saving the world as always!
Because incels blame feminism for their lackluster sex lives, they view the cries of femcels to be far from valid. The reason is most incels, having restless pendulums, believe women, having sleepy peas, have it easier than men because in their opinion, everyone wants to have sex with women. Therefore in their eyes, femcels are just being too picky, causing their own misery having that prison-like state of mind.
The issue for some femcels isn’t about being sexually attractive, they’re attractive as hell, I’ve been devoured, it’s that sexual desire isn’t satisfying enough for them. As a male, I guess the female experience isn’t devoid of pain and inconvenience. Interpreting being sexually desired but not respected as being “too picky” goes to show what incels believe being sexually desired means. I can’t blame these women to want genuine connection, wanting, needing to be desired in all ways, not JUST sexually. I’m one of the lucky turbulent guys who happens to have a steadfast love connection, besides the slow internet connection. I manage to have a soul connection, a heart connection, wading and wallowing in all that luxury that’s rare nowadays, though I must admit I want and need the right flesh to ejaculate into. My, my goodness, my baby you, I’m so fucking willing to!
Hey, okay, excuse me, I’m a flamboyant clown, but I just wanna make you smile, I just wanna make you mine. Believe me, that there’s nothing worse and better at the same time than seeing a good clown wiping his tears. Just another paradeXXX, I’m not ashamed. I guess this makes me your beloved alien human. It’s a pretty sad scene, though, I’m turning 50 next month, you know you make me cry like a child. Yeah, I can’t help it, I’m a fucking child. Misery loves company, love me, be with me.
Taking responsibility for your own bullshit is a power play. You have to have self awareness and courage to be that honest with yourself.
This💗 is my growing heart emoji demonstrating an outpouring of love, joy, pride, and any strong, positive BS emotion that’s supposed to cause your heart to swell or grow. So if your heart literally swells or grows, please contact a love doctor immediately, who, by sheer coincidence, God’s design or mistake, happens to be me, your Dr. Love Love, tending to your emergency! Baby, don’t laugh, I’m being serious!
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