What is on your paste right now?

[JMV]

http://valentrinne.com/boyah/index.php?topic=145.msg326994#msg326994

idk why

What the hell?

Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom and socialist democracy is usually unfortunately beyond their rationale. They don't realize that America can't exist without separating them from their identity, because if we had some sense of who we really are, there's no way in hell we'd allow this country to push it's genocidal consensus on our homelands. This ignorance exists, but it can be destroyed.

Niggas talk about change and working within the system to achieve that. The problem with always being a conformist is that when you try to change the system from within, it's not you who changes the system; it's the system that will eventually change you. There is usually nothing wrong with compromise in a situation, but compromising yourself in a situation is another story completely, and I have seen this happen long enough in the few years that I've been alive to know that it's a serious problem. Latino America is a huge colony of countries whose presidents are cowards in the face of economic imperialism. You see, third world countries are rich places, abundant in resources, and many of these countries have the capacity to feed their starving people and the children we always see digging for food in trash on commercials. But plutocracies, in other words a government run by the rich such as this one and traditionally oppressive European states, force the third world into buying overpriced, unnecessary goods while exporting huge portions of their natural resources.

I'm quite sure that people will look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my words. My revolution is born out of love for my people, not hatred for others.

You see, most of Latinos are here because of the great inflation that was caused by American companies in Latin America. Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from the puppet democracies that were funded by the United States; places like El Salvador, Guatemala, Peru, Colombia, Nicaragua, Ecuador and Republica Dominicana, and not just Spanish-speaking countries either, but Haiti and Jamaica as well.

As different as we have been taught to look at each other by colonial society, we are in the same struggle and until we realize that, we'll be fighting for scraps from the table of a system that has kept us subservient instead of being self-determined. And that's why we have no control over when the embargo will stop in Cuba, or when the bombs will stop dropping in Vieques.

But you see, here in America the attitude that is fed to us is that outside of America there live lesser people. "Fuck them, let them fend for themselves." No, Fuck you, they are you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us.

I want a better life for my family and for my children, but it doesn't have to be at the expense of millions of lives in my homeland. We're given the idea that if we didn't have these people to exploit then America wouldn't be rich enough to let us have these little petty material things in our lives and basic standards of living. No, that's wrong. It's the business giants and the government officials who make all the real money. We have whatever they kick down to us. My enemy is not the average white man, it's not the kid down the block or the kids I see on the street; my enemy is the white man I don't see: the people in the white house, the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that are mostly conservatives those are the real Mother-Fuckers that I need to bring it to, not the poor, broke country-ass soldier that's too stupid to know poop about the way things are set up.

In fact, I have more in common with most working and middle-class white people than I do with most rich black and Latino people. As much as racism bleeds America, we need to understand that classism is the real issue. Many of us are in the same boat and it's sinking, while these bougie Mother-Fuckers ride on a luxury liner, and as long as we keep fighting over kicking people out of the little boat we're all in, we're gonna miss an opportunity to gain a better standard of living as a whole.

In other words, I don't want to escape the plantation I want to come back, free all my people, hang the Mother-Fucker that kept me there and burn the house to the god darn ground. I want to take over the encomienda and give it back to the people who work the land.

You cannot change the past but you can make the future, and anyone who tells you different is a Fucking lethargic devil. I don't look at a few token Latinos and black people in the public eye as some type of achievement for my people as a whole. Most of those successful individuals are sell-outs and house Negros.

But, I don't consider brothers a sell-out if they move out of the ghetto. Poverty has nothing to do with our people. It's not in our culture to be poor. That's only been the last 500 years of our history; look at the last 2000 years of our existence and what we brought to the world in terms of science, mathematics, agriculture and forms of government. You know the idea of a confederation of provinces where one federal government controls the states? The Europeans who came to this country stole that idea from the Iroquois lead. The idea of impeaching a ruler comes from an Aztec tradition. That's why Montezuma was stoned to death by his own people 'cause he represented the agenda of white Spaniards once he was captured, not the Aztec people who would become Mexicans.

So in conclusion, I'm not gonna vote for anybody just 'cause they black or Latino they have to truly represent the community and represent what's good for all of us proletariat.

Porque sino entonces te mando por el carajo cabron gusano hijo de puta, seramos libre pronto, viva la revolucion, VIVA LA REVOLUCION!

[えっちーせんぱい]

tl;dr

[Miiman56]

maburaho

IDK

[Smashin]

*takes off your pants*

Don't tell, alright? =(=(=(

[Miiman56]

o_O

[Hi]

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[Jono2]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yp6mDnylgDI

[Gwen Khan]

"The world is a circus if you look at it the right way. Every time you pick up a handful of dust, and see not the dust but mystery, a marvel, there in your hand. Every time you stop and think, 'I'm alive. And being alive is fantastic.' Every time such a thing happens, you are part of the circus of Dr. Lao."

Don't ask

[Friendly Hostile]

I have some delicious copy pasta:

[spoiler=This poop is NSFW]

As I walked into the Barnes & Noble I noticed a girl standing behind the counter. She was giving directions to a young boy who wished to know where he could find comic books.

I was stunned...never before had I beheld such beauty. Calmly walking up to her I began to breathe deeply to calm myself down a bit. As I approached the counter she made eye contact with me and something brief but powerful passed between us.

It was the unmistakable glint of mutual lust.

She looked around quickly, grabbed a coworker and whispered into her ear. The coworker's eyes widened instantly and she smiled, then quickly took the girl's place behind the counter unassumingly.

The girl who then walked up to me, put her index finger to my lips and took my hand, leading me down the aisle.

We exited the bookstore itself into an employee area. I was actually trembling at this point at the sheer possibilities that such an even held but managed to remain calm nonetheless.

We reached a back area that seemed to serve as a storage room and walked inside. She gently closed the door, turned to look at me coyly and then proceeded to lock it.

It was at this point I noticed she was wearing enormous cargo pants that seemed to contain quite a few items just judging by the bulky appearance they presented. From one of these pockets she withdrew a metal rod. She began to lick it and then approached me. I could not have been more excited than at that moment.

She ran the rod over my lips while simultaneously wrapping her delicate little hand around my groin area. She then took that same hand and tugged at the side of my jeans urging me to turn around.

I complied without question.

She gently unbuckled my belt and began to draw my pants down. When they were around my ankles she began rustling in her pants for something else. I heard the unmistakable switch-flip of a butterfly knife being snapped into place and got quite startled.

She took the knife and proceeded to slice my boxers off. I did nothing...merely remained bent over the table and accepted it.

Until the knife began to slide into my anus.

Amazingly enough I didn't flinch at all. I know it sounds utterly bizarre but I did nothing...just let her continue to slide it into me. Her other hand holding the metal rod came around and she forcibly shoved the it into my mouth.

I accepted the it gratefully and began moaning as intercourse ed my mouth with the strange phallus . My level of excitement/fear had increased tenfold.

The knife in my anus began to slice flesh, the pain was there but my mind was in such a state that I simply didn't care. I could then feel blood trickling down my leg and began to breath harder...all the while my mouth full of this metal object.

It was at that moment she spoke to me for the first time. Time had slowed to a crawl and I could actually hear her delicate pink lips part so as to speak.

"I want you to cut my finger off"

I was stunned...I mean utterly stunned because I believed that she actually wanted me to do it. It may sound bizarre how all this could unfold and I hadn't yet run screaming from the building but a sense of surreality had washed over me and I just decided to run with it...consequences be darned.

She withdrew the knife from my bleeding poop hole and placed it on the table next to my hands. She pulled the rod out of my mouth and then moved beside me and placed her hand in front of me.

It was at that moment I felt it was time to become an active participant in this.

It was at that moment I felt the need to take control.

I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her facedown into the table. She didn't resist...but instead began moaning in ecstacy. I took the knife covered in my own blood and sliced up the back of her tank top forcefully. It parted and her pure alabaster skin greeted me in all it's splendor.

I took the knife and drew it down her spine...gently at first but then firmly enough to draw blood. Her moaning took on an urgent tone and it was at that moment I knew what must be done. I quickly flipped her over and her tiny breasts were suddenly before me. Her gleaming eyes pleaded with me and so I hesitated no longer.

Taking the tip of the knife I began to slice off her right nipple ever so slowly. She yelped but that tapered off to a gasping moan as my knife went through the nipple and came out cleanly on the other side.

Here I am standing with my pants around my ankles, blood flowing from my ass down my legs and drawing the blade finally through some strange girl's nipple as she writhes in delight before me.

I took the nipple and dangled it in front of her. It was then that I spoke to her for the first time.

"You're going to eat this...and you're going to enjoy it"

She opened her mouth and accepted the ragged circle of flesh onto her tongue as if it was holy communion. Closing her eyes softly she began to chew it and then swallowed it with an exhalation.

My work was not yet finished.

I then shoved her down on her knees and withdrew my cock (which by now was fully erect) and placed it before her. I told her simply:

"Feed"

She took my firm cock into her mouth and began to suck, then to drag her teeth over it gently but then with more vigor. I knew what she was about to do but did not stop her.

As the teeth dragging became more beautifully painful I carved my initials into her forehead ever so delicately. I wanted to mark the occassion properly.

When my cock was fully in her mouth, down her throat and her nose against my belly she bit down firmly upon my cock. It hurt fiercely at first but the surrreal elation I felt quickly dispelled any discomfort or pain. She bit down harder and began gnashing her teeth, severing my cock from my body.

With a brutal rip she pulled it from me and grinned up at me. I could see the severed end between her lips as blood poured in torrents from my gaping wound and trickled down her chin.

She stood up and pulled it out of her mouth. Placing it on the table she used the knife to slice it in two and placed one half before my lips. I accepted it hungrily. We both began to chew on the ragged remains of my penis with unbridled avarice.

Having experienced the height of pleasure the depth of pain we both knew what we had to do now.

When we had both finished chewing up the rest of my wasted phallus we locked eyes intensely and I drew her toward me. I kissed her bloody mouth gently but then more firmly. We kissed like this for some time both covered in blood and gore but nevertheless realizing that we were the only two people on the face of the planet.

She withdrew from me and picked up the knife and placed it into my hand. She looked at me and then closed her eyes.

I took the knife and dragged it deliberately across her throat, severing her vital flow of blood as well as her windpipe. She did not gasp nor flinch. Blood flowed in copious amounts from her and she grew even paler. She then sunk to her knees and fell dead to the floor.

I knelt before her and buried the knife into her heart with a forceful jab.

Looking around I saw my own fate hanging on the wall of the storeroom. It was a vicious looking claw hammer and I reached for it. Drawing it away from my head and preparing with all of my might I slammed the claw end of it into my forehead.

The last thought that went through my ruined brain was this:

Purity.

[/spoiler]

[Cardinal]

I have some delicious copy pasta:

[spoiler=This poop is NSFW]

As I walked into the Barnes & Noble I noticed a girl standing behind the counter. She was giving directions to a young boy who wished to know where he could find comic books.

I was stunned...never before had I beheld such beauty. Calmly walking up to her I began to breathe deeply to calm myself down a bit. As I approached the counter she made eye contact with me and something brief but powerful passed between us.

It was the unmistakable glint of mutual lust.

She looked around quickly, grabbed a coworker and whispered into her ear. The coworker's eyes widened instantly and she smiled, then quickly took the girl's place behind the counter unassumingly.

The girl who then walked up to me, put her index finger to my lips and took my hand, leading me down the aisle.

We exited the bookstore itself into an employee area. I was actually trembling at this point at the sheer possibilities that such an even held but managed to remain calm nonetheless.

We reached a back area that seemed to serve as a storage room and walked inside. She gently closed the door, turned to look at me coyly and then proceeded to lock it.

It was at this point I noticed she was wearing enormous cargo pants that seemed to contain quite a few items just judging by the bulky appearance they presented. From one of these pockets she withdrew a metal rod. She began to lick it and then approached me. I could not have been more excited than at that moment.

She ran the rod over my lips while simultaneously wrapping her delicate little hand around my groin area. She then took that same hand and tugged at the side of my jeans urging me to turn around.

I complied without question.

She gently unbuckled my belt and began to draw my pants down. When they were around my ankles she began rustling in her pants for something else. I heard the unmistakable switch-flip of a butterfly knife being snapped into place and got quite startled.

She took the knife and proceeded to slice my boxers off. I did nothing...merely remained bent over the table and accepted it.

Until the knife began to slide into my anus.

Amazingly enough I didn't flinch at all. I know it sounds utterly bizarre but I did nothing...just let her continue to slide it into me. Her other hand holding the metal rod came around and she forcibly shoved the it into my mouth.

I accepted the it gratefully and began moaning as intercourse ed my mouth with the strange phallus . My level of excitement/fear had increased tenfold.

The knife in my anus began to slice flesh, the pain was there but my mind was in such a state that I simply didn't care. I could then feel blood trickling down my leg and began to breath harder...all the while my mouth full of this metal object.

It was at that moment she spoke to me for the first time. Time had slowed to a crawl and I could actually hear her delicate pink lips part so as to speak.

"I want you to cut my finger off"

I was stunned...I mean utterly stunned because I believed that she actually wanted me to do it. It may sound bizarre how all this could unfold and I hadn't yet run screaming from the building but a sense of surreality had washed over me and I just decided to run with it...consequences be darned.

She withdrew the knife from my bleeding poop hole and placed it on the table next to my hands. She pulled the rod out of my mouth and then moved beside me and placed her hand in front of me.

It was at that moment I felt it was time to become an active participant in this.

It was at that moment I felt the need to take control.

I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her facedown into the table. She didn't resist...but instead began moaning in ecstacy. I took the knife covered in my own blood and sliced up the back of her tank top forcefully. It parted and her pure alabaster skin greeted me in all it's splendor.

I took the knife and drew it down her spine...gently at first but then firmly enough to draw blood. Her moaning took on an urgent tone and it was at that moment I knew what must be done. I quickly flipped her over and her tiny breasts were suddenly before me. Her gleaming eyes pleaded with me and so I hesitated no longer.

Taking the tip of the knife I began to slice off her right nipple ever so slowly. She yelped but that tapered off to a gasping moan as my knife went through the nipple and came out cleanly on the other side.

Here I am standing with my pants around my ankles, blood flowing from my ass down my legs and drawing the blade finally through some strange girl's nipple as she writhes in delight before me.

I took the nipple and dangled it in front of her. It was then that I spoke to her for the first time.

"You're going to eat this...and you're going to enjoy it"

She opened her mouth and accepted the ragged circle of flesh onto her tongue as if it was holy communion. Closing her eyes softly she began to chew it and then swallowed it with an exhalation.

My work was not yet finished.

I then shoved her down on her knees and withdrew my cock (which by now was fully erect) and placed it before her. I told her simply:

"Feed"

She took my firm cock into her mouth and began to suck, then to drag her teeth over it gently but then with more vigor. I knew what she was about to do but did not stop her.

As the teeth dragging became more beautifully painful I carved my initials into her forehead ever so delicately. I wanted to mark the occassion properly.

When my cock was fully in her mouth, down her throat and her nose against my belly she bit down firmly upon my cock. It hurt fiercely at first but the surrreal elation I felt quickly dispelled any discomfort or pain. She bit down harder and began gnashing her teeth, severing my cock from my body.

With a brutal rip she pulled it from me and grinned up at me. I could see the severed end between her lips as blood poured in torrents from my gaping wound and trickled down her chin.

She stood up and pulled it out of her mouth. Placing it on the table she used the knife to slice it in two and placed one half before my lips. I accepted it hungrily. We both began to chew on the ragged remains of my penis with unbridled avarice.

Having experienced the height of pleasure the depth of pain we both knew what we had to do now.

When we had both finished chewing up the rest of my wasted phallus we locked eyes intensely and I drew her toward me. I kissed her bloody mouth gently but then more firmly. We kissed like this for some time both covered in blood and gore but nevertheless realizing that we were the only two people on the face of the planet.

She withdrew from me and picked up the knife and placed it into my hand. She looked at me and then closed her eyes.

I took the knife and dragged it deliberately across her throat, severing her vital flow of blood as well as her windpipe. She did not gasp nor flinch. Blood flowed in copious amounts from her and she grew even paler. She then sunk to her knees and fell dead to the floor.

I knelt before her and buried the knife into her heart with a forceful jab.

Looking around I saw my own fate hanging on the wall of the storeroom. It was a vicious looking claw hammer and I reached for it. Drawing it away from my head and preparing with all of my might I slammed the claw end of it into my forehead.

The last thought that went through my ruined brain was this:

Purity.

[/spoiler]

...
Yes.
Absolutely yes.

[Matt]

Nothing, its Was SPAM SPAM SPAM. I was bugging someone in the chat. :s

[Silverhawk79]

http://youtube.com/watch?v=erc40wCxRZo

Also, F_H, that was some weird poop.

[Macawmoses]

Umm, someones IP I looked up to see what time zone they were in :)

[Mystic]

I have some delicious copy pasta:

[spoiler=This poop is NSFW]

As I walked into the Barnes & Noble I noticed a girl standing behind the counter. She was giving directions to a young boy who wished to know where he could find comic books.

I was stunned...never before had I beheld such beauty. Calmly walking up to her I began to breathe deeply to calm myself down a bit. As I approached the counter she made eye contact with me and something brief but powerful passed between us.

It was the unmistakable glint of mutual lust.

She looked around quickly, grabbed a coworker and whispered into her ear. The coworker's eyes widened instantly and she smiled, then quickly took the girl's place behind the counter unassumingly.

The girl who then walked up to me, put her index finger to my lips and took my hand, leading me down the aisle.

We exited the bookstore itself into an employee area. I was actually trembling at this point at the sheer possibilities that such an even held but managed to remain calm nonetheless.

We reached a back area that seemed to serve as a storage room and walked inside. She gently closed the door, turned to look at me coyly and then proceeded to lock it.

It was at this point I noticed she was wearing enormous cargo pants that seemed to contain quite a few items just judging by the bulky appearance they presented. From one of these pockets she withdrew a metal rod. She began to lick it and then approached me. I could not have been more excited than at that moment.

She ran the rod over my lips while simultaneously wrapping her delicate little hand around my groin area. She then took that same hand and tugged at the side of my jeans urging me to turn around.

I complied without question.

She gently unbuckled my belt and began to draw my pants down. When they were around my ankles she began rustling in her pants for something else. I heard the unmistakable switch-flip of a butterfly knife being snapped into place and got quite startled.

She took the knife and proceeded to slice my boxers off. I did nothing...merely remained bent over the table and accepted it.

Until the knife began to slide into my anus.

Amazingly enough I didn't flinch at all. I know it sounds utterly bizarre but I did nothing...just let her continue to slide it into me. Her other hand holding the metal rod came around and she forcibly shoved the it into my mouth.

I accepted the it gratefully and began moaning as intercourse ed my mouth with the strange phallus . My level of excitement/fear had increased tenfold.

The knife in my anus began to slice flesh, the pain was there but my mind was in such a state that I simply didn't care. I could then feel blood trickling down my leg and began to breath harder...all the while my mouth full of this metal object.

It was at that moment she spoke to me for the first time. Time had slowed to a crawl and I could actually hear her delicate pink lips part so as to speak.

"I want you to cut my finger off"

I was stunned...I mean utterly stunned because I believed that she actually wanted me to do it. It may sound bizarre how all this could unfold and I hadn't yet run screaming from the building but a sense of surreality had washed over me and I just decided to run with it...consequences be darned.

She withdrew the knife from my bleeding poop hole and placed it on the table next to my hands. She pulled the rod out of my mouth and then moved beside me and placed her hand in front of me.

It was at that moment I felt it was time to become an active participant in this.

It was at that moment I felt the need to take control.

I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her facedown into the table. She didn't resist...but instead began moaning in ecstacy. I took the knife covered in my own blood and sliced up the back of her tank top forcefully. It parted and her pure alabaster skin greeted me in all it's splendor.

I took the knife and drew it down her spine...gently at first but then firmly enough to draw blood. Her moaning took on an urgent tone and it was at that moment I knew what must be done. I quickly flipped her over and her tiny breasts were suddenly before me. Her gleaming eyes pleaded with me and so I hesitated no longer.

Taking the tip of the knife I began to slice off her right nipple ever so slowly. She yelped but that tapered off to a gasping moan as my knife went through the nipple and came out cleanly on the other side.

Here I am standing with my pants around my ankles, blood flowing from my ass down my legs and drawing the blade finally through some strange girl's nipple as she writhes in delight before me.

I took the nipple and dangled it in front of her. It was then that I spoke to her for the first time.

"You're going to eat this...and you're going to enjoy it"

She opened her mouth and accepted the ragged circle of flesh onto her tongue as if it was holy communion. Closing her eyes softly she began to chew it and then swallowed it with an exhalation.

My work was not yet finished.

I then shoved her down on her knees and withdrew my cock (which by now was fully erect) and placed it before her. I told her simply:

"Feed"

She took my firm cock into her mouth and began to suck, then to drag her teeth over it gently but then with more vigor. I knew what she was about to do but did not stop her.

As the teeth dragging became more beautifully painful I carved my initials into her forehead ever so delicately. I wanted to mark the occassion properly.

When my cock was fully in her mouth, down her throat and her nose against my belly she bit down firmly upon my cock. It hurt fiercely at first but the surrreal elation I felt quickly dispelled any discomfort or pain. She bit down harder and began gnashing her teeth, severing my cock from my body.

With a brutal rip she pulled it from me and grinned up at me. I could see the severed end between her lips as blood poured in torrents from my gaping wound and trickled down her chin.

She stood up and pulled it out of her mouth. Placing it on the table she used the knife to slice it in two and placed one half before my lips. I accepted it hungrily. We both began to chew on the ragged remains of my penis with unbridled avarice.

Having experienced the height of pleasure the depth of pain we both knew what we had to do now.

When we had both finished chewing up the rest of my wasted phallus we locked eyes intensely and I drew her toward me. I kissed her bloody mouth gently but then more firmly. We kissed like this for some time both covered in blood and gore but nevertheless realizing that we were the only two people on the face of the planet.

She withdrew from me and picked up the knife and placed it into my hand. She looked at me and then closed her eyes.

I took the knife and dragged it deliberately across her throat, severing her vital flow of blood as well as her windpipe. She did not gasp nor flinch. Blood flowed in copious amounts from her and she grew even paler. She then sunk to her knees and fell dead to the floor.

I knelt before her and buried the knife into her heart with a forceful jab.

Looking around I saw my own fate hanging on the wall of the storeroom. It was a vicious looking claw hammer and I reached for it. Drawing it away from my head and preparing with all of my might I slammed the claw end of it into my forehead.

The last thought that went through my ruined brain was this:

Purity.

[/spoiler]

Damn

[britneymahboy]

Umm, someones IP I looked up to see what time zone they were in :)

Stalker!!

Also, this: http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii229/Supa_cool_tangerinee/l_26edc0640ad51255cf077d16f11605c4.jpg