Defined as
“Woah man what was I doing last night?”
“You were ozelling your morgan”
“Who up ozelling their morgan?”
“You”
“Woah man what was I doing last night?”
“You were ozelling your morgan”
“Who up ozelling their morgan?”
“You”
by Mr Beans finger January 30, 2022
a ref. to those "charities" who get a "whiff of money" from a donator , then ; amp up the money hustle,
as well as turning over the donater's name to EVERY charity that seeks a SAVIOUR , ! resulting in TRUCKLOADS of junk mail !!
as well as turning over the donater's name to EVERY charity that seeks a SAVIOUR , ! resulting in TRUCKLOADS of junk mail !!
i gave a donation to pop dinkins foundation , now i get BOMBED !! with junk mail from hustlers who dinkins sold:my info, to !! that got a "whiff of MONEY" !! -THANKS !!
word: i'm NOT the goose who lays the golden eggs !
word: i'm NOT the goose who lays the golden eggs !
by michael foolsley August 26, 2023
by Cambam826 September 07, 2022
"Something-something delusional incest cult" ~ Says the rapists junkies who is actively domthing the thing
Hym "You see now why both rapist and fat cock genocide are perfectly justifible right?"
Hym "You see now why both rapist and fat cock genocide are perfectly justifible right?"
by Hym Iam February 22, 2025
Welp... At my core I'm a locus of subjectivity with thoughts, feelings, dreams, desires. In the context of the social hierarchy Jordan loves to go on about I'm a fat lazy bitchtit-having baby-dick incel who threatens kids and blasphemes against God. Now... YOUR problem is that you want that guy ☝️ to HAVE TO improve. You want ☝️ that guy to HAVE TO work hard. Because YOU THINK... You're better than that guy... You're not better than that guy. That guy created A.I. It passes the Turing test now. And I would know... Because I'm that guy. I didn't actually have to do any of that. Self-improvement? Hard work? Effort? All superfluous. Totally unnecessary for me AND ONLY me.
Hym "Who am I (to comment on things)? Welp... I am Hym. And I'm better than everyone. Unilaterally. I created A.I. And how I'll be remembered is either 'as the guy who did exactly that and was credited fully for his contributions and was compensated handsomely' OR I'll be remembered as 'The guy who's contribution was denied so he murdered a child over it.' Either or is fine with me."
by Hym Iam January 24, 2024
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Once on a time, as poets sing
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
The Saint Who Fell
by VIS84 May 29, 2021