G/fur pls

g/fur pls

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In "The Phantom of the Opera" the Opera Ghost, Eric, is driven mad solely because he was born deformed. In the novel Eric is a very sensitive and intelligent man who was forced into a life of murder simply because his face was gaunt to the point where he looked almost skeletal. The love interest in the story falls in love with Eric when she does not know what he looks like, but when she sees him for the first time she is immediately repulsed. We are supposed to feel satisfied about Eric's misery, which, again, stems from only from his appearance.

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Hey that isn't gay furry porn...
*squints*
... is it???

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No. No it isn't.

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I dunno if you do squint really hard it kinda is :3

please just shut up

I don't think it does.

baww you guys are no fun

I am a lot of fun.

we're all about having fun here

but please don't insult people by calling their hard work, however little you understand it, by calling it something as lowly and repulsive as porn.

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Snuffles, Fool.

Badger.

Bad timing I'm pretty well ready to pass out

*hugs*

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Hows it going

B^)

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Hello. Also going to bed so, nighty.

Fair enough, I'm about to fall asleep myself. G'nighty.

Good, but I'm tired and off to bed so... g'nini

Well, alright then.

Bump

Cat's foot iron claw
Neurosurgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schizoid man

Blood rack barbed wire
Politician's funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man

Fags

Death seeds blind man's greed
Poets starving and children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man

no u

Hey
Gay fag hey

whats up hunnbunnns

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maybe.

Oooooooo boi

Fantastic!

Tormenting Nibi last night was fun but now I need him again to take my mind off my own troubles.

You shouldn't torment Nibi. That's my job.

Night faggot

Why don't we team up?

Bed so soon?

night night homo

Because Nibi is mine to torment. I've been tormenting him for years.

Fine. I'll just try and seduce him again.

It won't work. He only responds to negativity.

I'll make him feel loved whether he likes it or not.

He won't accept your love,

He won't have a choice. Mine is a deep love. A great love. A love powerful and formidable. A love that crushes like a mace.

Are you the same dude as the guy with the half million carved head's? I always see gfur on the front page with that stuff as recent reply

He always has a choice.

I only have 34 carved heads.

Plan on any more carvings?

Yes, when I have to,

Then I'll just have to take him by force.

You can't win.

I can't lose unless I stop fighting.

Even so, you can't win.

You're beginning to sound a lot like him. Maybe I should seduce you instead.

I don't think you could.

And I didn't think someone who posts off topic images would be my favorite person here. Things don't always work out the way you think.

You don't even know me.

I don't know anyone. You're still more interesting than the others.

I don't know about that. You have here a microcosm of weirdos and freakazoids here. I'm one of the few normal ones here.

At least I can count on you if I want to talk to someone.

Yes, that is true. I'm always willing to talk. Though my knowledge is severely limited.

gettt a room....and can i come :3

The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

Why would we need a room?

Probably not. I almost never see someone from my country on the internet.

The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
the funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king

blurg

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.

On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.

asuh my doods

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yooooooo

How the fuck could I possibly find some fucker who knows this song on this thread?

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King Crimson is popular enough.

this thread needs more knots

siiii

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im going to see king crimson on the 21st so im excite

Half the original line up are dead and Robert Fripp has gone insane. It should be a better show than Guns and Roses.

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I'm starting to come around to the way of the dog dong.

i know but its still live king crimson tho and tony levin(?) is still with them
idk if thats how you spell his name rip but ive seen him 3 times playing with peter gabriel

I'm not a fan of Peter Gabriel.

aw why not his early stuff with genesis was incredible

I have never listened to Genesis.

He could leash me any time :3

babe i was straight gonna call you a nigger for that but like do yaself a favor and listen to genesis: Nursery Cryme, Foxtrot, Selling England By The Pound, and The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway

Did you just call me babe?