Write a prose or poem or anything that can be characterised to be edgy/stalker/creepy/morbid in any way.
>>8694977
i follow her in my truck
doors unlocked, just my luck
i cum in the fuck
110.33.122.75
Annandale, Australia.
I'm in your area.
>>8694977
God is dead
And so is chivalry
They share a grave I look down upon
Eyes blazing under the fedora
Who killed God?
Science it was, bravely
In cold blood murdered
Amidst euphory
Who killed chivalry?
Women it was, sluts
With cold heard murdered
Amidst feminism
Who shall resurrect God?
No one, not me
Who shall resurrect chivalry?
Me, with my nippon steel
God is dead
And so is chivalry
They share a grave I look down upon
Eyes blazing under the fedora
But I am not done yet
For my waifu commands
Blood to stain
Sluts to be slain,
By my glorious nippon blade
Snow covers the roofs,
I can see it from my basement's window
I can feel it by the way the wind blows
It is winter, cold and rough,
It shall rise like Donald Trump
Went to Stormfront, was rejected
Too many books I have not read
Don't know enough about white-genocide
By simple racism I abide
Went to /pol/, was accepted
Liberalism I protested
Found my place under the sun
If only my basement door wasn't locked
Cried to mommy: Let me out
No answer, I shout in Kraut:
"Deine papiere, Juden"
No avail, door won't open
Zionists and liberals
The connection is literal
Imprisoned me in my basement
Got my Muslim replacement
Accept my faith, I shall not,
To pornsites, traps are hot!
Cheetos dust is on my dick
The dried cum is very thick
Cuckoldry I watched also
To cry about it on the /pol/
My little secret unexplained,
Closet-gay I have became
...Mom came back
Bought no tendies, the day is black
Snow might fall but my mind is dark,
I'll kill that bitch, no dog will bark
No one will know it was me,
No one knows that I exist
For I live like Smeagol,
Amidst smegma and cheeto
Raskolnikov, I feel like
Know about him from 4chan
Never read CaP,
Literature tastes like pee
Siberia is off the map,
But suicide I recommend,
For myself and the likes of me,
By midnight I'll hang from a tree
Simple I am, simple I die,
Posting on pol, saying bye
"I am gay and jerked to traps"
"So did we, welcome back"
>>8694977
1 for $5
2 for $10
Let's Make America Great Again
>>8694982
I know the first three numbers
>>8694977
A step, soundless
Not mine, hers
Yet I follow
>>8696666
Checked famalam
Into the girls bathroom
To watch them squat
And reach up my hand
And take their drops
Not yet a day since I first met her,
Have I not connived to get her,
In black of night I read her poem,
toward her house I now must roam,
address acquired from computer,
no line of thought lets me refute her,
down the road and through the gate,
by her window now I wait,
when lights are out and all is calm,
I'll use her essence as my balm.
Oh how I wish I had forgotten you. Your warm smile, your innocent face, your everlasting joy. How you made pancakes on the weekend when you woke up before me (you always did). The way I could press your head against my chest when we were in our bubble on the crowded tram, threatened by the masses around us, yet so protected by each other. I still remember how we met, dragged to a club by our friends, quietly sitting around where the music wasn't as loud. You looking at me with your timid smile, me staring back with my shit eating saturday night grin. We met again a week later on campus andI think we might have already been in love back then. Strange, right? I loved everything about you. I still do. I couldn't forget you. Not even after you cheated. Not even after you refused me when I begged your forgiveness for making you do it.
You know I always loved your cute smile. Your perfect teeth shining white through a gap between your beautiful lips. Your whole fae lighting up, your eyes so soft, glossy with joy, almost looking teary from happiness whenever you saw me. They seem a bit teary now, even. Please hold still while I draw a smile on the duct tape.
Labrynthitis:
There was something human like in the filmic mirage of that parkway image. Something embryonic or larval in those large sculptures of semi-truck slinking across the freeway floor. There must have been eighteen or twenty-five of them, all in a row. I was coming back from the “Distributor’s” motel room when I saw it and felt it, that odd vertigo of living a distant dream.
>>8695166
>chivalry
Chivalry is knight's battle code you fuck. Bring back chivalry, challenge women to duels.
Yes the autumn wind did blow
Yes there was a ghastly moon
Yes the stormwind clouds hanged low
Over bloody Road Verdune
Where the screaming rivers enter
On the reign of deepest night
From the hollow city center,
Where she vanished out of sight.
"Err'st that in thy troubled vot
Near comes shallov later wote":
Icy sheet and pinky note
Down on bloody Verdune Road