hai. bai.
Sometimes I sleep with the light on I also had to hug a pillow while I played condemned.
You're right, I could. okey doke.
I was bored.
.. oh ._.
.. 'kay I like beans.
Hoylshit vivi when did you stop being staff? O_o
..Thanks for the insight?
also penis
It would look like this.
because you're an emo flower?
Scientifically, the sponge is an animal, branches higher than plants on the gnarled tree of life, and must capture its own food rather than make lunch inside itself, like carnations or yams, and yet when, for your birthday, I brought you a dozen sponges, instead of the romantically-challenged roses, and told you the bit about sponges and also how we each build our own ideas of what is and is not romantic, you were not amused at all and ran off with a husky florist, for 6 days and 700 nights, until he bored you twice to tears-- (his gloves and clippers scared you too)-- and spurning vegetation and good sense, you returned to me, and we bathed together with the colorful sponges, and you said, Animals sopping each other with other animals is very romantic, more romantic than decaying plant flesh, wouldn’t you agree? And I did agree. I did.
None of us understands our story better than this nonentity, unconscious slip of nature, nonetheless our common parent dilating at the bottom of the sea. The parent, too, of octopus and pony, of reefs and villages, once it was strange simply for being not a rock itself— not rock, but a blank sleep on a rock shelf. And, deeply sympathetic to the rock, to sea and sea-dust washing through its skin, it knows, although it doesn’t know it knows, that minds and their milieux are all one thing. Some see its way of thinking; most, not yet. Still, one day, just by living, all will find reason enough within themselves to think the single thought forever in its mind. Don't mind me, just dumping poems about sponges
On the bottom of the ocean floor there lives a sponge. He is a wide mouthed bowl with a bright green sheen. His species – a narrow one – no known friends are to be seen. Tasty bacteria he sucks right on in – filtering the ocean – now it’s clean. By asexual and sexual means multiply he can Swimming sperm cells released like smoke Only fertilizing eggs but others to provoke. Cut-up a sponge – it makes 2 – no joke. Making glassy needles he himself defends. Few dare to eat a not so squishy him. The parrot fish though enjoys his rim. But when you touch your outlook could be grim. Don’t go too deep when you go and seek. Sub-zero to tropics you’ll find him there; Climate change to him is not a care. Deep cleaning the ocean from his fair lair.
lolwat ?
VARY WELL. Once upon a time in the airy fairy land of ******sville, a wild risk was pruning his oranges
No-one asked.
Members posted funny threads and posts. then they stopped. The end.
Oh look it's this thread again.
Holy **** that is awesome, I want a pair D:
