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curtsibling — Depressed Emo Vamp
Published: 2017-06-15 13:53:47 +0000 UTC; Views: 3318; Favourites: 110; Downloads: 0
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Main reason I don't even own a TV these days.
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I am only enough to remember why MTV was named MTV, that fact alone can cause tears.
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I know the reason as well, dude.
*music for the feelz*: www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2WH8m…
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Same here, man! I recall before Beavis and Butthead!
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Same i though tonight: i wanna get back in ending of 1999 begining 2000th, where games without fucking donations & wasting moneys at reskins with these bloody fanatics gamers lot around who buy not important crap for games & me now being one of them, plus these cancer memes much more than half i never understand likely i not had humour or just undestanding any stupidity of it, time where people looks more friendly & not like a now political biggots possesed by stereotypes against what then i defend my self & totaly not saw how i being one of them brainwashed zombies - “Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.”
I just forgot how to understand that that happiness was in the small things, from which I ran in the hope of the best, I simply stopped appreciating everything that I so cherished, When we young - we thirst change the world, when we old - the world changed us ... And by no means for the better - i was nicely but at only shortly time, through years i became embittered paranoidal greedy & envy coward, all what i hate in anothers now i am, my head full of lie & cynicism, meanness, perfidy, unfortunately knowing the bitterness of the truth "no matter who won - the main thing who survived - dictatorship of "Project Universe 25 aka Rat King" in action, kill or be killed - there is no third, as natural selection, & nothing personaly .
Living by dead past are useless, i never choise dat destiny, tbh: www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzeNAU… only now then i undestand these lyrics .
"Nobody dies as virgin, We are ALL get RAPED BY LIFE" .
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Nick couldn't be more relieved to reach the safe house. Every inch of his body ached from fighting zombies all day. He just wanted to find a bed and go to sleep.
“I'll check the rooms,” Rochelle said. She headed upstairs. Her footsteps creaked on the old dusty wooden flooring.
Ellis sat on a torn armchair, blabbering on about Keith. No one was listening of course. Nick was too busy bitching to himself how being in a zombie apocalypse sucked. And Coach, he was raiding the cupboards searching for something edible to eat.
“Bad news guys,” Rochelle said as she came downstairs.
“What is it now?” Nick grumbled.
“There's only two beds.”
“So? I'll have one and you three can share.” Nick was already heading upstairs, but Coach grabbed his arm to stop him.
“Nick, don't be a prick,” Rochelle said, rubbing her temples at how self-centred Nick could be.
“Fine. We'll split then. Ro can come with me,” Nick said, “Ellis and Coach in the other.”
“Oh no,” Rochelle protested. “I'm not sharing a bed with you.”
Nick snorted. “Why not? Afraid I'll bite?”
“Ellis,” Rochelle said, ignoring Nick. “You can sleep with me sweetie, and Coach,” Rochelle smirked. “You get to share with Nick.”
“Ah hell,” Coach grumbled. “Come on Nick. Let's go get some shut eye.”
Nick stepped back. “Me share a bed with Coach? No way!” Nick's eyes narrowed. Clearly, he wasn't happy with the arrangement.
“Ah, shut up Nick. You think I wanna share a bed with you?” Coach said. “This just how things got to be.” Coach grabbed a tight hold of Nick's arm. “Now get your ass movin' Nick.”
Nick snorted and jerked his arm away from Coach's grip. “Fine. I'll sleep with Coach, but that don't mean I gotta like it.” Nick grumbled curse words as he walked upstairs. The gang followed behind him.
There was a long hallway with two doors. Each room had a mattress on the floor with tattered sheets. Nick picked the left door. He grumbled all the way to the bed, sat down, and removed his shoes.
“Good night Nick!” Ellis said. Rochelle laughed. Nick rolled his eyes.
“Screw you....” he muttered.
Coach said goodnight to Ellis and Rochelle and closed the door behind him. “Look Nick, I don't like this anymore then you do, but we gotta make do with what we got.”
Nick removed his stained white jacket, tossing it onto the floor. “Whatever.”
Coach joined Nick on the mattress. It was small, barely fitting them both. The sheets smelled of piss and blood. Nick didn't know what was worse, sharing a bed with Coach- or sleeping on this mattress with these pissy smelling sheets? Fuck the sheets, Nick thought. Nothing that smelled like piss was going to touch his body.
Coach removed his shoes and tossed them beside Nick. “I could really go for a cheeseburger right about now.”
“Yeah?” Nick laid back on the bed and stared at the wall. “I could go for a drink, a nice comfortable bed, and a woman. Yeah. Some bimbo blonde with big tits...”
“Nick, you really are something,” Coach muttered thinking Nick was a big asshole.
“I never asked for your opinion of what you thought of me.” Nick turned and faced his back to Coach. “In fact. I don't give three shits what any of you think of me.”
“You a real asshole, Nick,” Coach grumbled.
“SOB. I'm a SOB.” Nick closed his eyes.
Coach rolled over and faced his back to Nick. Nick shuttered feeling Coach's wide ass pressing against his own. “Move over.” He gave a shove with his butt. Coach didn't move though. Nick sighed loudly and cursed. He was really tempted to just sleep on the hard floor.
Nick laid there in silent for a long time before he said, “Coach...?” Nick shifted and looked over his shoulder. Coach snored loudly. Nick slowly pressed his hand against Coach's back, trying his hardest to move the big guy. Coach rolled over and slipped his arm around Nick. Nick's eyes bugged out. He sat frozen still.
“Mmmm....Yeah, baby... You like when Daddy holds ya...” Coach was grinning in his sleep.
Nick felt absolutely disgusted. He felt Coach's hot breath against the back of his neck as the older man held him tight. Nick bumped his ass hard against Coach feeling Coach's hard on through his pants. “UGH. Coach, what the hell.” Nick gave another hard bump of his ass, trying hard to get Coach to roll over. Coach though only held him tighter. Nick was really feeling out of his comfort zone now. “Coach, for fuck sakes.” Nick swung his arm behind Coach. Coach rolled over all right. But he rolled over in the wrong direction. Nick gasped and found himself shifting with Coach on top of him, snoring loudly and mumbling stuff about being a sugar daddy.
“COACH!” Nick screamed at the top of his lungs.
Coach woke up but only for a second. “N-Nick?” he said in a sleepy voice.
“Get the hell off me!” Nick was really freaking out now.
“Uh—Yeah...” Coach mumbled. He didn't move though. Nick laid pinned under Coach. Coach's beard was rubbing against his neck as the big guy chuckled in his sleep about still being someone's sugar daddy.
Nick knew Coach was a heavy sleeping, sometimes it takes all three of them to wake the big guy, but this was just absolutely ridiculous.
“Coach.” Nick pressed his hands hard against Coach's strong chest. Nick was not a small guy, standing over 6'0. But Coach was thick and a bit taller and he weighed a ton. It made Nick feel small and almost helpless under Coach.
Coach finally rolled over. Nick grumbled and was about to get up and sleep on the floor when Coach snaked his arm around Nick once again. Nick frowned and swore like a sailor. He was stuck like this but at least Coach wasn't lying on top of him. Nick decided to make the best of a horrible situation by just going to sleep.
He closed his eyes. Coach snuggled up to him. Nick cringed feeling Coach's hard cock pressing against his ass. What a damn nightmare, Nick thought.
Never ever again would he share a bed with Coach.
He started to drift to sleep when he heard the most horrible thing come from Coach's mouth.
“Want Daddy to give you a good time...?” Coach chuckled.
Nick's eyes widened. Oh, God... NO!
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Feeling better now, Cossack-Bro?
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A bit, anyway told you much better than to pope .
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Best pope of all!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyYA8F…
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I remember him from ur arts .
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Meh, I wanna go back to the 1400 BC - the life was simpler back then (just plow the fields and plow the pussy), I could easily retire in my 23 years of age, and the music was more dope, too: www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpxN2V…
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Dude, if you wanna get primal, there is only ONE band to listen to!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouW-jl…
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Yaa-hoo, more motivating tunes!
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Slough Feg are among NYC's finest old-school metal bands, bro!
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The year of the glam bitch!
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...Huh, Never expect her to be a "Republican Vampire".
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Ronnie was too cool to be a Rebugnican!
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I don't think no one got that "Mission Hill" reference
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and i never expect to find YOU here.
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Me too! With some winning lotto numbers too
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I'd go back to 1200AD and join the Mongol Empire!
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I'd love to give her a hug and comfort her. I'll play some Flashdance from the 80's to put her in a happy mood again!
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You got the right idea! And some Poison too!
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Netflix and chill, while watching the (ORIGINAL!) Twin Peaks together!
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Too intellectual for her!
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Well then, perhaps just some nice, hot vampire sex!
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Well, as hot as it gets with a walking corpse chick!
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I WANNA comfort her, but at the same time I might get killed or something.... How many people tried to comfort her but got mutilated?
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You just have to not use any buzzwords she doesn't like!
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And those would be?
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Any mention of the PMRC and Not showing love for glam rock!
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Okay, follow these two things and she won't brutally kill me? Good! Should I be loud or calm though?
(I wanna draw gift for you but I have a question?)
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i dont wanna sound strange but she looks cute when she cries
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