Sometimes the darkness finds you before you find the label. Not everyone wakes up one day and decides to become goth. For many people, it happens gradually — through music, mood, fashion, and a growing appreciation for depth and atmosphere. If some of these feel familiar, you might already be drifting toward the dark side. 🕯️ 1. Black Became Your Default Color It started as one shirt. Then another. Now half your wardrobe accidentally matches. 🌑 2. Night Feels Better Than Day Quiet...

Just because something is fake doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Case in point, no one really cares that Iranians are free in the administration, they just cared we fucked up an enemy, took 20% of China's Petro and to take out 2 out of the top 7 BRIC Countries and the jews got what the wanted. All the flag waving, military clips, applause is fake, because the freedom of Iran wasn't important, but it made for a great story. Watch the Kurds get the Northern Iranian oil fields, watch the Petroleum...

We were allowed to suck copper pennies when we had finished our chores and homework...It was delightful." J. M.

Was thinking how there is a total news media blackout on the worst things mentioned in the Epstein files. You know the Satanic Worship Child Breeding THEN Eating that everyone is pretending isn't happening worldwide under other Epsteins at other Epstein Islands or compounds. Let's just pretend it was only this ONE guy using sex, children and blackmail. Let's pretend they didn't tell us over and over through: Shows, movies, books and music...IN OUR FACES. Or throw it in our faces during...

Good thing the Left are protecting us from this unbearable heat worldwide. 🙏 

I have no idea why I never made the connection that...Goths and Punks are basically Vampires and Werewolves. One side tried to be all dark and magical and the other is primal and about violence or rebellion. I wonder if subliminally that's why the Twilight movies hit so much among teens as obviously they chose a side from Fancy Diamond Glittering Vampires or Trashy Blue Collar Werewolves wearing flannels, jeans and boots? So you were manipulated into picking a side because it had something...

Went into the Costco bathroom to wash my hands, when I looked down and saw this peeking from under a stall. Obviously, Brian Omen's foot. I asked in a sexy soft whisper: "Is that you Brian?" He quickly replied it was and I said I'd let them go cus OBVIOUSLY he was busy. He replied he wasn't, he was just eating a sandwich. "What kind?"-I asked with fear in my voice. "Ham" He replied..."On pumpernickel." I was shocked and disgusted...Yet curiously aroused. "Pumpernickel??? Why not...

Sprawled across my childhood bed, he emanates quiet masculinity; sated cat seeming at rest.  Fond but curious, testing mettle. [Am I enough?] Ordered disorder,Queen Khaos I am, abounding with accomplishments  undone. Incapable of the straightlacedself-control, that ramrod posture he struts through life with. And yet he drawls,"Oh darlin', you're gonna." Self-doubt threatensto consume;maternal poison. Unfurled potentials...

To people wanting to deport Somalians or other refugees. . . . . . . Just kidding! It's usually something about lynching. But I say it with respect to their religion and race. Cus I'm classy A. F. Did you know Minnesota changed their flag so it would have the Somalian Star and colors? Isn't that nice? I bet those Sub Saharan are very grateful to Whites in Minnesota. How much White Guilt do those dumb fucks have? It's Minnesota man...There usually weren't any negroes up there to discriminate...

Who don't like Chihuahuas.

Kissing a girl using just a wall. Just wait till I show that wall what 3rd Base is!

Not just a pretty face, I stand,   A voice that echoes, strong and grand.   In shadows cast by lustful eyes,   I seek the truth, not empty lies.     I am a mind, a heart that beats,   Not just a body, warm and sweet.   You see the curves, the skin so fair,   But miss the depth that lingers there.     I thought you saw me as more,   A partner, friend, not just a score.   Yet here I am,...

    Wickedness hides behind a charming face, Reaching out to others with cruel embrace. Innocent hearts, they target with glee,  Twisting words, setting spirits unfree.  Empathy absent, a vacant space, Manipulation, their twisted art,  Erosion of trust, tearing worlds apart.   All that they seek is control and might, Playing with emotions, day and night. Others' pain, a source of delight, Enjoying the drama, with all their might. Murky shadows where darkness...

When they heard Trump wants them deported due to their rapey violent customs.

So heated, the blood runs thick, A burning shame, a bitter trick. Constantly cheated, cards laid bare, A losing hand, beyond compare. But it is all okay, I tell myself, Despite the sting, upon the shelf Of memories, a growing pile, Of promises, and empty smile.   Feel beated, bruised and worn, Another battle, barely born. Seems it’s always repeated, this fall, Against a brick, a silent wall. The same old lies, the same old game, Whispered softly, calling my name. But all assholes...