livejournal
A contradiction in terms. A journal that really isn't a journal, created in a place that really doesn't exist, written by people that shouldn't be allowed to write, and written about things nobody important (or sane) really cares about.
A stinking dung heap of adolescent attention whores and their respective attention pimps.
A diseased conglomeration of ignorant savages resembling in some twisted way a society.
The Warsaw Ghetto of online communities. Thousands of innocent minds find their way here to waste away into degenerate lumps of fecal matter. Spelling, grammar, or anything remotely resembling intelligence is extinguished before it infects the rest of the rotting hive of parasitic subhumans.
Dreams, aspirations, plans, goals, happiness, optimism, and religion are also prohibited. Only suicide, depression, and bitterness reside therein.
A morbidly fascinating collection of dysfunctional relationships, disappointing underachievers, antisocial xenophobes, and well… total failures.
A place where creativity fountains forth like a glorious plume of Technicolor vomit, drowning originality in a sea of sickness and depravity.
Home for those who have no right to damage the human gene pool with their inability to control their wanton desires. The subject of procreation, or at least half of the process, is so rampantly available here that nearly 90% of all entries are in some way related to it. A male dog in a room full of neutered bitches would have less to say on the subject.
A place were light is swallowed entirely by the overwhelming darkness.
A stinking dung heap of adolescent attention whores and their respective attention pimps.
A diseased conglomeration of ignorant savages resembling in some twisted way a society.
The Warsaw Ghetto of online communities. Thousands of innocent minds find their way here to waste away into degenerate lumps of fecal matter. Spelling, grammar, or anything remotely resembling intelligence is extinguished before it infects the rest of the rotting hive of parasitic subhumans.
Dreams, aspirations, plans, goals, happiness, optimism, and religion are also prohibited. Only suicide, depression, and bitterness reside therein.
A morbidly fascinating collection of dysfunctional relationships, disappointing underachievers, antisocial xenophobes, and well… total failures.
A place where creativity fountains forth like a glorious plume of Technicolor vomit, drowning originality in a sea of sickness and depravity.
Home for those who have no right to damage the human gene pool with their inability to control their wanton desires. The subject of procreation, or at least half of the process, is so rampantly available here that nearly 90% of all entries are in some way related to it. A male dog in a room full of neutered bitches would have less to say on the subject.
A place were light is swallowed entirely by the overwhelming darkness.
damn it la.. updating here coz i dun wan outsiders to see le den go COMPLAIN again!!!! fuck her la.. oopss.. shouldnt scold her fuck rite.. coz she tis type go geylang oso no one wanna fuck la.. even she give them money oso no one ones rite... arghh.. tot she wad.. ms universe arh.. oh my loh.. stoping being so cheap, bhb, lan and er xing! keep on dreaming tt those 2 will fall for ya... **PUKESSS** u sux!!!!!!!! if u wanna see who is better and who will win, challenge me la.. and i mean onli 1-1.. wad for make until adults oso noe.. great loh.. now they think tt its my fault.. luckily there are still ppl are nort being brain wash for ya.. onli noe how to complain abt my bad things.. den u leh.. shld do some reflections on urself rite.. ai yo.. er ren xian gao zhuang.. wad the shit is tis ok.. bloody la.. ur mum din even noe wad "GREAT" thyings u had done man.. if she noe arh, she will faint la.. ah neo oso.. huh.. keep siding u ytd.. very shuang hoh.. still say wad u very quiet.. shit la!!! quiet my foot!! fa chu so many unwanted noise.. noise pollution ah!!!!!! arghh.. i scold u on my blog u reply me back.. somemore scold me back through email!!! me da ren bu ji xiao ren guo.. dun wish to reply someone like tis through email.. let u be la.. XIAO REN.. see u small let u go loh... pui pui pui!!!! (exclaimation points truncated. They were almost 100 characters long) and la!!!
livejournal by Relyas January 19, 2005