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What does a boy's pussy taste like, I wonder. I believe it produces an exquisite mix of its original dick flavor, peppered by an unique scar-cum-vulva seasoning.
>>792
I recently thought about your blog, then accidentally rediscovered it.
>>793, don't worry about art. You don't need a license to be a photographer. "Professional photographer" is someone who lives off it — and this usually means weddings. You can't possibly get any further away from art than this.
Sometimes you just want to capture a sentimental moment. Even if it's a smudged snapshot that nobody else might like, it will keep your memory alive.
When it comes to cameras, remember that the lens is much more important and long-lasting investment than a camera body.
I shot with Oly E-P1 and lenses from my father's old 35mm camera until last year.
Well, manual-only, low ISO sensitivity, crop factor 2 (i.e. 50mm becoming 100mm, etc) — meaning that it took time to focus by zoomed-in picture on display, dim-light photos were smudged or noisy and wide-angle photos were almost impossible — finally got me tired, and I upgraded to an entry-level Nikon DSLR. I was really worried about autofocus and such, but, damn, engineers did such an amazing job that I rarely have to switch from [P]rogrammed mode.
So I came back to this shitty board because I was thinking of stupid things. I guess that it being almost dead was bound to happen. ( ˃ ˂)
Girls with short orange hair.
>>803
Dead? It's more bustling than ever. We just switched from long thoughtful messages to twitter format. It is quick, intense and on-the-go.
I have to think about everything.
Girls with short white hair and a ribbon that mysteriously stands up under its own power who wear a cute green and white skirt set and enjoy gardening and watching butterflies.
>>805
Not what I was thinking of, but I should tell the girl I was thinking of she looks like multipass.
Don't forget to hold shutter release halfway before snapping your happy memory!
>>806
Nah, it's definitely dead. Hell, even the VC says "deed" which isn't the same thing as dead, but it can be if you changed a letter. (*ί[ί)
Haven't masturbated in 2 weeks
penis borg
I want to lick that girl's navel.
This sure is a cool site!
History remembers only the biggest cunts and dicks.
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does anybody else find that the fucking captcha always returns "wrong captcha entered" on here under Firefox?
Against all the odds, I am happy.
I don't know if I should give in to my urges or stick to not masturbating till May.
>>823
What's the point. Are you one of the people obsessed with masturbating or not-masturbating? Just wank it to some happy thoughts, feel warm and good inside and carry on with your life.
We don't sing.
I don't need to have to have watched it to have an opinion on it.
Sometimes, in the rare late evenings when I've exhausted every task I needed or wanted to do, I find myself staring at the objects around me in a different light. In these moments they seem to take on a new life of their own, and things I never noticed or thought about suddenly become obvious. For instance, the skin of the apple on the edge of my fruit bowl over there is not a uniform colour; it has an odd dappled pattern of light and dark streaks which is really quite lovely now that I look at it. I wonder how it came about. I recall something about nonlinear systems and autocatalysis of pigmentation chemicals being involved in this sort of thing.
There's also a handmade card on my desk with a picture of a blue five petalled flower on it. I bought it at an event a few months ago because I felt sort of sorry for the people manning the stall and selling all these handmade pieces without selling a thing. Since then, it's been buried under all the paperwork and assorted half-useful objects (how did I end up with three wallets?) until it happened to be knocked off my desk earlier today by something else. It's a nice picture in its own right, nicely proportioned, simple in that naive sort of way, with visible brushstrokes and paint drops. It has a strange sense of pathos about it, and I'm not sure if it's from the image itself, or from where it came from, or from it having been forgotten for months, or from that feeling everything has in late evenings when there's nothing to do, or, most likely, all of the above.
Female sexuality is terrifying. The courage to be pierced by a rod is a fearsome thing indeed.
I made a cake but it fell. D:
By "fell," I mean that the batter rose during baking, and made perfectly-shaped cake that was convexly rounded on top, but as soon as it came out of the oven and began to cool, it deflated. Pffffffffffffffffffffffffft. The "cake" now has the dense, chewy texture of brownies.
I fail at cake.
But aren't we all just passing wind into one another's mouths, metaphorically speaking?
Reboot once a day keeps temp files away.
Licking his teeth.
The next poster in this thread is hereby dubbed "Sphincter Boi" for the remainder of eternity.
I remember reading once about these Buddhist monks who as a form of meditation would create these beautiful and intricate rock gardens and then immediately destroy them, before anyone else could see. The lesson being that the purpose of creating a work of art isn't to inflate the ego of the creator, but that the purpose lay in the process of creation itself. Kind of like posting on DQN.
I hope our idle musings can bring a moment of tansinn to whoever is reading this in the future.
Holy shit, I can't believe I got past level 15 of http://www.tetrisfriends.com/games/Marathon/game.php. I won Tetris! Sort of.
I miss the good old days of the internet, back before the earth accreted out of a spinning disk of interstellar dust.
Fuck, I think I'm cursed. All of this unlucky shit keeps happening and I think that I might be slowly approaching an unavoidable Bad End scenario despite doing nothing because I'm a lazy piece of shit and I don't give a shit about other people.
I went to a SHAKING PINK concert! I was in the front row! They even talked to me, and I was able to hold a conversation in Japanese!
I mean, yes, it only happened in a dream, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm going to treasure this memory forever.
>>842
( E-E) I was backstage. Me and the band had tea together after the show ended and you woke up.
posting to dqn first time in many years and argh my previous post was destroyed after I forgot to type the code
Bill secured the "youth" vote with welfare money, Hillary's gonna get it because "youths" love fat old white women.
My scrotum is sore and I'd like to know why.
https://goreshit.bandcamp.com/album/my-love-feels-all-wrong-digipak two physical copies left as I post this~
What was with the sudden change in art style from full bara to full David Bowie around midway through Jojo part 4? I got through like 15 chapters of part 5 before I realized Buccellati was supposed to be a boy.
I... don't think that's a number.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed!
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head!
A girl who really wants to be hugged but can't find the words to say so.
An anime where the series itself is pretty crappy but the soundtrack is amazing. Also known as "every single JC Staff show".
>>852
Those last two verses have a completely different metric to the rest of Oranges and Lemons. It might not even be original to Oranges and Lemons at all!
And all this time I assumed "The Rape of the Lock" had something to do with a key being forcibly jammed in a keyhole.
hikari no hashira koeteeee
I do not like your Windows Eight.
I do not like it, Mr. Gates.
Everything's going to be okay.
Remember when webcomics were a thing? What a dark time for the internet.
I wonder what normal people do when it's late night and they can't sleep. Probably not masturbating to loli.
I think my housemate has genuinely the most horrible laugh I've ever heard. It's like a cross between jeering and yelping.
>>860
This reminded me to check if the ghastlycomic.com website was still down. Thankfully it isn't.
I did recently read that Elf Only Inn is unlikely to ever have its current plot resolved, though. And Cwen's Quest has been "on hiatus" for nearly two years. So yeah.
No wonder I thought that old comment was insightful. Looks like I wrote it myself about five years ago. Huh.
I feel like I do not give myself enough credit.
It's not the heat that gets you. It's the humidity.
A movie night would be nice.
The Post Office is online again!
No, Sir, you are the animals.
>>866
It's not the humidity that gets you. It's the wet-bulb globe temperature.
Wow! I haven't posted here in years.
Bye.
I feel a bowel movement coming on.
choppin' broccoli
I wish people weren't people.
dick ass butt fart
Dogs are the best people.
Sassing a girl is a delicious thrill, like flipping a cat off.
We're all just disparate little tumours.
OH GOD, YES! MIKU MIKU ME, MIKU! MIKU MIKU ALL INSIDE OF ME! I NEED YOU! I WANT YOU TO MIKU MIKU DEEP INSIDE OF MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I need a vacation.
You sure look like a dipshit when George RR Martin calls you out on your shit. Expect the Hugo awards to change the rules by next year. All in all, I guess mobocracy isn't just quite right when it comes to giving out awards.
life is suffering
It's true: to live is to suffer. Ask anyone! Rich, poor, young, old, worldly or insular, they all have their own little demons on their backs. Perhaps they'll force a smile and tell you that it's worth it for the sake of something/one else. Perhaps they'll lower their eyebrows and tell you it's all someone else's fault. Or perhaps they'll wave their arms and say it would all be perfect if only such-and-such magic condition were the case instead. But nobody will tell you they're totally happy.
Which brings us on to the obvious question, why do we suffer? Is it as simple as the hedonic treadmill and how reward schemes in the brain evolved, or is there some deeper philosophical reason? Many would have you believe it's a universal truth of one sort or another, but I can't help but feel the problem is more complicated and nuanced than anyone cares to admit.
Suffering can bring about positive change. For instance, studying is not particularly fun, but the sense of bettering oneself through learning can give a sense of satisfaction and understanding that lasts far longer than any temporary discomfort. Similarly, an agoraphobe may find it painful to have to force themselves outside, but overcoming this frees them from the subtler pain of being trapped in their own home.
Some people suffer more than others. How does one minimise suffering? Buddhist philosophy seems to advocate not suffering by simply not being attached to things in the first place (though I'm aware that's a rather crude interpretation). I'm quite sure that's true, but surely to give up attachment to what you love is a form of suffering in itself.
So what, then? Should we tolerate our suffering as an unavoidable unpleasantry? Should we seek to escape it at all costs? Or should we embrace it as something that ties us to the world, and a force of change? I'm not sure either.
It is dying slowly but I cannot accept it.
-You- are invited to:
Movie night tonight!
Movie night tonight!
-You- are invited!
Movie night tonight at 10pm EST -- 9pm Central
We are watching mst3k Godzilla vs the Sea Monster.
See http://www.club-mst3k.com for details.
Let's go to Polynesia.
Theres' no coffee and I need coffee what's so hard abotu refilling the machine coffee cofffeeeeeeee where is it.
I will join IRC at 10pm EST for movie night!
I can't remember the last time it rained here.
Vulva Software
My appetite feels all wrong.
I really want to see her breasts.
god damn it I sage one thread and then it gets stuck in my link field
Is Discordianism a legitimate philosophy/religion or is it like Satanism, Partridge Family Temple, or the Church of the Subgenus?