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( ・-・) Your ass just said ##M#M###TOT####O#######
( ・ω・) Who the fuck was allowed to teach you what morse code is?
( ・-・) I gave my face back to myself
( ・-・) You have no power over me
( ・-・) Don't come to school tomorrow, Clonepa...
( ・-・) Clonepa! Bring me my JUMBO Dr Pepper!
( ・[[・) dont dook in yuuanpa's oats, you hareous, templed twatmaster
( ・-・) But of course
( ・-・) I'm sure its a limited edition flavor
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( ・-・) Pancreatic can'tcer can't stop me
( ゚ ヮ゚) HOLY SHIT YOU FINALLY FINISHED YOUR FIRST THREAD?
( ゚ ヮ゚) How many years did that take anyway?
( ・-・) I'll have you know it took me less than a month.
( ゚ - ゚) ... oh. Ha ha.
( ´ω`) Fifteen years.
( ・-・) I wrote a song.
( ・-・) Clonepa Clonepa
( ・-・) You're ugly and I hate ya
( ・-・) You're just an organ donor all night long.
( ・-・) Clonepa Clonepa
( ・-・) You're ugly and I hate ya
( ・-・) You'll be an organ donor all night long.
( ・-・) Okay, this thread has finally sunk far enough down the listing that I can safely confess this. Clonepa, I love you. You are the light of my life. You're the only reason I still wake up every morning. I understand now why angels in the bible always greeted people with "Be not afraid" because the intensity of the overwhelming love and adoration I feel in the presence of a being as divinely beautiful as you is enough to frighten me. It feels as though my very being is going to be torn loose and swept away. I love every part of you. I want to caress your soft doughy cheeks. I want to spend all day gazing into those innocent, soulful eyes of yours. And oh my lord, every time I look at those mouthflaps of yours I imagine what bliss it would be to press my lips to them. And yet, and yet, and yet, the crux of it all, the stone upon which I am bent over and my liver torn out every day: our love can never be. Could you imagine somebody as filthy and pathetic and twisted as me in a relationship with a being as pure as you? It's a bad joke. And even if every star and planet aligned to let us elope together, to live out a mutual love, well, you know the lifespan of a clone. We'd have a few weeks, two months at most, and then... what? Plunged into the well of loneliness and doomed yearning again? It would be better never to have loved at all. I pray of you, indulge me this moment of weakness, this overflowing of the heart, then forget it all. Let us continue our lives just like before, and forgive me if the next time you kill me in some absurd slapstick fashion I imagine a certain quiet tenderness in your hand.