Posts made by Madlad54

@Skye22 lot of users like the one above. Be safe on here.

@CAT-fish what in the fk dude? This is a year old! Lol

@Paella I see that. :)

@fuqU don't know about that. 😂 I got a few.

@fuqU na I should post more honestly.

@fuqU dude this isnt even my full power. 😂😂😂🤷‍♂️

@fuqU this is the other

@fuqU here you go

@Liliputian I've seen, him and zag are pretty cool honestly.

@Liliputian why not the other place?

@Anastasia-Smith I laughed to hard at this.

One gets caught the other doesnt.

sarahxox said in Looking for single women for friends:

hey i dont mind sending a couple nudes for money, im not single but nobody will find out haha

Lucky guy.

My guesses have already been posted lol

Chapter one, I am?

I woke, fearful panic. Running... I'm running, but why? I don't remember why.. why.. why does it hurt?

Time, it pasted me by. I lost track of it. How old was I? Why am I here? What am I? A drop, I could hear. I am a glass of water? I wonder, if so am I full?

I realized I was sitting, in the dark. Water does not sit. I know, I realize! I am just a cup holding water!

No… why? I question this, I felt like anyone would question it. Why do I question my appearance? I am a cup.

It all depends on the outlook on life. I cant be a cup. The darkness prevents me from seeing.

I cant be a cup, I remember running. Running from what, from where? I dont know… my head it hurts. I remember so much. Why do I remember… I wish I would have just been a cup.

My head would not hurt, and I'd never know the true color of darkness. I'd never glance at another or feel, what is "feel"? I cant understand.

It starts to become clearer, I am no cup. It's become transparent. I can hear, the drops have stopped, the water has calmed.

Where am I? What.. am I? So simple.. but still so complex. All I can feel, see, experience. All the while I wonder I am?

@FloppyDICKKK you started this. 😂 I've wrote more ask @

The last poet, intro

Once we loved and lived in a world of fantasy created with words. Philosophers, poets, and wise gurus lived with prosperity. Then came the destroyers. They burned and eradicated all levels of education. Leading the world into a dark time.

With knowledge scarce and man kind facing the darkest age in all of history, someone must come forth to rekindle the spark!

The world at war was merciless, but even still children were born. Some even retained knowledge since lost. They were given the name, the blessed by "freedom". While "vanguard" labeled them as wanted. To these children they learned thru their peers what this information was. Some treated it as a gift, others a curse. None could figure out why it was like this. For a century this went on. Later in history this time period would be known as "void". All who studied this time period always wondered about two figures, but for one, there was never a day she didnt question herself. And this story, is the story of her ----, the last poet.

If you want more just ask. I'll write two chapters and be done with it if no one enjoys it.

@Evil_Dead awe I was enjoying that.

What i like about you?
You asked, I stared.
I thought deeply, longing to blurt out.
However the younger days, my rashness, gone.
Restraint I've learned in quadruple servings.

But I was still expected, answer required.
Half assured I assumed my role of admirer.
I thought of your smile, refreshingly enjoyed. The sight as mesmerising as the unknown in fog.

I even considered mentioning your fiery curves.
Tantalising, as if meant to draw man as bee to honey.
Would that do I asked?

No, I know it would not.
I stood steadfast, to my new resolve.

Should I refer your hair or voice?
As even a dream deferred I realized the one that stood tallest of all.
One without question, she knew it best.

The laughter, pure and void of restraint.
How could one miss this simple, but blessed gift?
For to complement any other before this, would be a shame, no an atrocity.

I could stand for days in admiration.
Even listing a thousand thousand syllabus of how wonderful you are.
The stream would all but end of how I could describe you.

However none could compare, to that laugh.
As unbridled as the ocean, mighty and deep.
A sound pure, snow white as the tundra.
This dear __, is what I like most.

@HIJOdePUTA my man