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This place has died.
One wonders how admin who allowed the morons to rule for so long with no action taken then went over the top and banned many now feel.
I think this could be taken as a lesson for all. Either allow free rein for all or moderate, you can't do both it seems.
In the meantime, RIP.

By sstefanie

There's ol'yelper...sshe died with no helper and it makes us cry...but did ever it occurred to a cranky mind, that the forum was so kind and then it died, for her and many a sir to be fried, and now when sshe says that it has been killed, sshe never did write a letter to it when it was terminally ill....

C'mon fellatio's, Ssteffie's right!
Where did ye leave yer tongues besides the usual location between someone else's upper thighs.

Listen mukkers, if ye have nothing else to say, then why don't ye just scan yer artie textbooks in or a few pages of yer first year art school syllabi and post them as if ye have said all that about mainstream cloned and droned portmortemism, well waddayasay?

By owhereman

'One wonders'
says it all really.....

By imbecile

Well true enough to say the ol forum has lost a bit o colour,but when you have O, and moi here wot more do ye want. !!!

By santana

i want some free poker chips i lost over at the facebook

By harrypotter

wonder ones.

By inxtc

When there's nothing left to hate, so there only love remains...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LQCQ6LhH9w

By owhereman

je suis triste dans le tropiques. Pourquoi le mort?

By mendicant

Pu le tojer et jerc ton bellend pendant ton butfukker

Sighduhr wif Waitrosie?

By imbecile

suite!

By inxtc

If ye fellatios are ready to wanna exchange French kisses, I'll just turn away discretely.

By owhereman

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TINbm_I90k8'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHiMDB19Dyc

By owhereman

the trouble with a forum is that one needs personalities, sadly not all with a cherubic smile but on the other something or other something of a clash does make things a bit more interesting. It has to be said that at the minute personality is not much in evidence. There seem to be some new contributers but precious little continuance and absolutely no passion.
In that vein: A copy of the saaatchi gallery mag came into my possession, thin.
On the last page was a referance to some american skateboardy type of chap, so old hat really. Quote, some of the most interesting contemporary american photography around. unquote and jesus christ, snaps with no art to them at all, not a nan goldin just some bloke that you could find all over flicka, and a sex toy, that's just to attract attention and to understand why anyone in possession of such an article should immediately be executed.

toymachine.com/ed/

apparently he's a hugely influential painter too, frankly the will to live had deserted me by this time so I can't comment.

photography needs a little more that a spurious reputation to make it special, might say the same about painting I suppose.

jx10

By inxtc

Queene of faeries had a fever
one knight of the woods had it seen
and the tears for the queene were abondant
hearing the music of deep whispers
there at the bed of grass
and him in the smoking window
given in a crowd of castles and hard temples.

Nothing was deadly this time
cleaned by tears the moon was giving a cut of sun
greater portraits promising to night
so the knight was in contemplation of queene's sleep.

Travelling to the tropics of triolism
even by head
made them queene and servant
loose all force not strong enough to break the chains of this new monster
wich is announced by an innocent fever
and whose face is void.

His helmet was a masterpiece
of dancing hammers of devil.
His name was Useful, and the servant prefered nudity without target.

Awake adored queene and restored
in coolness of mind by the travel on the moon
be careful of this monster dishaped
and cloudy, put your golden helmet and take your arrow.
Prepared to attain remote hearts this wheapon of female
goddesses is given to your fight, wich is prompt to come from fever.

You are no more in the land of southern, to believe in sirens,
be yourself supernatural in the appropriate battle.
This strange destiny of taking part in the supper of giants and cyclops,
scared by their panther speaking, this destiny who has made you my queene.
This night where every servant has disappeared like melting snow.
Wich battle is this that hurts as tough as madness ?

Seemingly this giants are linked by panthereness to the enemy.
Seemingly travel to tropics has made you
desired by sun and sun is in its tropic an unshaped monster.

By Manuel M.

Well, you miserable wittering dweebs out there, I have noticed that there have been attempts to introduce art topics on here, thanks chris, and have any of you made a real attempt, like fuck you have.
This forum deserves to decease.


aha, swinging or plain perversion depending on your stance.

By inxtc

Le falta poco. Yo no hago acabados relamidos y alambicados. Todavia no estoy contento de la mirada, demasiado neutra, ni del seno impreciso.

myth of silk

A King of spirits knew a mortal in Filipines and earned the misery of loving by its only prestige on seweing and embroiding a veil given to his nights. The crowned head loved delicate objects, and used to caress existence with soft hand. Full of desire the god was washed cold by despise in discovering the wrong sex. So called to him the musicians and inspirers set on the stars, and skill from the mortals and applied to worke by a ravishing veil to mist over the imparfection of human.

In reading these male loves the countess
the fairie countess healed the frozen spirits of her court
ambassadors came every sunrise and each time she was in sorrow
to transmit the compliments of all counts and princes
and happened that theater in Manila
in order to charm the tongue
asked for her presence and teachings
promising the circunstance of fair.

A very important fair that ruled Manila gypsies
by her beauty and wisdom, seemingly, because we are not told
of punishment or curse, we are told of travelling painters and poetry,
Estrella was called, received fair Elvira in a mood of pain and fever
troubled dreams had too hard enivrate her inteligence
and wisdom had no hands to offer its natural gifts.

By providence of faerie queene this was the occassion renewed to fair Elvira
to realize compassion and self-giving in the green golden and silver paradise.

Coming from the chamber of illness a fishape dragon
declared to be possesor of the sweetness and blood of fair Estrella
and there were fight between the spirit and dust
which fair Elvira prepared late in the air by oxidating her arrow

They did not know a knight was spying curious the beginning of fight
and prepared a human sword to take part
in the distance
and in silence of peaceful music

By Manuel M.

NO MONEY NOT FUNNY
who do you expect to forum here unless it pay out at least

By nicholas666

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