Also known as “Cave System”, Level 8 of the Backrooms is a cave system with almost no natural light and many venomous spiders.
by MaybeARealWord January 13, 2022
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by Chihuahua44 May 18, 2023
An extreme or "advanced" degree of "Silent Cal" tutoring in the art of keepin' yer trap shut and/or using as few words as possible to get your point across. 'Nuff said.
I am so glad that international phoning-rates have been drastically reduced over the past decades... if you were still charged several dollars per word, you'd practically need Coolidge-level training to be able to afford one of those beastly calls!
by QuacksO December 06, 2017
Chris level is a production music artist and sync artist who was named the most popular sync artist of gen z after setting a world record within the production music industry/sync licensing industry as the most talked-about person on social media and probably in the world as well
by Adalinefacts August 10, 2024
by Kringle_ May 28, 2022
The gayest furry you shall ever encounter in your lifespan. In the end, the truth about Luke Level has been revealed, this man is the epitomy of a drug lord and a male stripper, he flashes his nipples to 3 year old girls in the street, and milks his ball sack every day. Luke Level's dad's bald head is shiny and I was able to see the reflection of him in a furry suit on there. What a bitch nigga! Luke has voted for hillary in the 2018 election and is jacking off to his mother's pube hair and period blood! EWW ! what an indian essay write im gonna write an essay on this, so basically lets get started.
for Greg Greger
I
Where were the neighbors? Out of town?
In my pajamas, I sat at my father's feet
in front of their squat, myopic television,
the first in our neighborhood.
On a screen the size of a salad plate,
toy airplanes droned over quilted fields.
Bouquets of jellyfish fell: parachutes abloom,
gray toy soldiers drifting together, drifting apart—
the way families do, but I didn't know that yet.
I was six or seven. The tv was an aquarium:
steely fish fell from the belly of a plane,
then burst into flame when they hit bottom.
A dollhouse surrendered a wall, the way such houses do.
Furniture hung onto wallpaper for dear life.
Down in the crumble of what had been a street,
women tore brick from brick, filling a baby carriage.
II
What was my young father,
just a few years back from that war,
looking for? The farm boy from Nebraska
for Greg Greger
I
Where were the neighbors? Out of town?
In my pajamas, I sat at my father's feet
in front of their squat, myopic television,
the first in our neighborhood.
On a screen the size of a salad plate,
toy airplanes droned over quilted fields.
Bouquets of jellyfish fell: parachutes abloom,
gray toy soldiers drifting together, drifting apart—
the way families do, but I didn't know that yet.
I was six or seven. The tv was an aquarium:
steely fish fell from the belly of a plane,
then burst into flame when they hit bottom.
A dollhouse surrendered a wall, the way such houses do.
Furniture hung onto wallpaper for dear life.
Down in the crumble of what had been a street,
women tore brick from brick, filling a baby carriage.
II
What was my young father,
just a few years back from that war,
looking for? The farm boy from Nebraska
Sydney: Omg! I love Luke! I want to fuck the shit out of luke until he pukes in my blue waffle vagina!
Luke Level: No need to worry I will fuck you with my long fox cock! on fox news!
Luke Level: No need to worry I will fuck you with my long fox cock! on fox news!
by Kian Sucka February 24, 2020