TheBurntPenis

Venator 4

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princess <3

what the heck you send me??

i wove chu mwikey-san,,, dattebayo!! OwO

GGs bro you just killed me, I only had time for 1 game after my 12 hour shift. I guess you’re just better haha. gotta pick up my kids and get ready to go to my second job, hope you have a good stream!

oh but before i forget i gotta turn off my playstation and find the remote to turn off my 75inch OLED TV! also gotta put my controller on my halo chief charging kit action figure as well. anyway, have a good one man hope you get a life!

happy birthday my pretty princess <3

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No, William Shakespeare did not write "Scene 1 of Suneater, the Eldenloaf Series." The text you provided significantly diverges from Shakespeare's known writing style, themes, and language. Shakespeare's works, written in the late 16th and early 17th centuries, are known for their eloquent use of the English language, intricate character development, and exploration of themes such as love, power, betrayal, and the human condition.

The excerpt you've shared appears to be a piece of contemporary or speculative fiction, featuring elements and a style that are not consistent with Shakespeare's historical period or literary output. The language, names, and themes in the provided text suggest a more modern, possibly fantastical or absurdist influence, which is distinct from the type of content Shakespeare produced.

Scene 1 of Suneater, the Eldenloaf Series

Enter Sire p00pshriek, Eldenloaf:
Peasants congregate:
Sir, sir! We implore thee, with downy flakes ashen and all full from thee tighten hole call forth a gale from the suthern anu' for our harvest! Deposit thy absolute substance!

Enter Poop-Choir, the Guarden of Odinshord:
The resplendant sire 'ought not release from his holy oculus in gauche fashion a darkly frescoed anu', tis sublimis tableaux vivant; not for thee!
The Poop-Choir chants the omen of the dustbringer, synchronizing short burbles and heavy, quaking gurgles. The magnitude nears the devastation of a miremaker.
The peasants crust over as though their bodies have forgotten time. A strong and blest gust from the suthern odinanu' blows them to bits, contrails billowing out like an army of black butterflies from the catacombs upon a migrant flurry.

Enter Simpleboyp00p, Loafcenobite the 3rd, responding promptly to the trumpet tone of the Poop-Choir. His actions are thus:
Simpleboyp00p, Loafcenobite the 3rd appraises the odious, magnanimous esplanade of fresh loaf-bits flying vigorously in his direction. With his major and minor alars flared potently, he skillfully snorts with venerable apatheia, his face bearing the enchantment, melding into a contortionist's most emotionally anguished mask. The artifice and subterfuge mingles with the ecstasy, becoming singular.

Sire p00pshriek, Eldenloaf, cannot even fathom the look as he stupidly sniffs with vortex lustration. His countenance turns a dark, piddling shade.

Simpleboyp00p, Loafcenobite the 3rd composes himself, allowing the most primitive reflex to turn the ground into his throne. He positions himself in a power-stance and rises many meters upon his mountain fastness.
Sire and the Choir fail to withhold the reflexive signage of the appalled, and demarcations of birthright become less obvious. Forgetting themselves, they stand paralyzed with awe before the finest ever witnessed sanctum sanctorum: a true Eldenloaf.
Suddenly, Sire p00pshriek, Eldenloaf cries out with the power of three voices overlapping. This releases, too, a shrine, a pile, or a throne of sorts and he begins rising to meet Simpleboyp00p, Loafcenobite the 3rd, an outright and devastating battle for right to rule.

Perhaps it was I, the recorder of this event, who was floating... or the whole world, I know not. In this indescribable singularity, I floated from myself as my senses became overly saturated, like foreboding clouds, unable to keep me in any longer. This dread duo steeped the world, the change in their physiognomy a strange and ancient trance like animism, of which defied even the dark gospel's Dream-Chief omens. Between the pain and the way they looked, the supernal mountains rising ever higher so as to be waged in the celestial arms of heaven, the midnight grew around me.

I caught in the cold-blooded duel of ascensionism a most unholy and subatomic flux in my faith. I screamed at the profane Suneater diety, his starlit dome just above, and watched an ever more compelling darkness color the world as it rushed in from afar. The scar of my forsaken oath remains, a dread alienage from a time immemorial. It is I now, I who searched the sky for faith and was crushed by the silence, who bleeds upon the fields like an indigent undiscovered behind the mirage of a collective disreality. I, the savior of all my kind, imprisoned by the pains of what only I have seen.

Age of the 1st Suneater, Notes on the Otherworld

i was fr0zen in the awareness that my freaky little beefbUTT was boutabe all bouncy i was staring at my teacher and she thought i was having an absence seizure but i was just eager about my little boybutt and so fr0sty too my body fr0zen with p00p sh1t like i was knowing i was about to r1p the ever most excrescence and what was audible first with a vigorous and violent shaking of the world under duress of my premonition come to fruition was the trumpet tone without crescendo simply an immediate supersonic flapping of my cheeks and i smiled so heavy i thought my tooth fell out

Me and Michael

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPx_ZWKYRCE

i wanna fu c.k a girl so hard i start squirting s h.it from my butt like a black piss stream straight backwards like a whales blowhole and it starts spraying like a sprinkler until my d i.ck becomes a vortex that spins at violent centrifugal speeds that needs stephen hawking to revive from the dead to postulate a theory on how to stop me from cu.m ming so fu c.king hard

scooter gang cuhh pull up

i tale, a day much like today (nigh 3 suns past), living in the eternal memory of that special moment is the cadence of Mickle, who was crouched in his yearless, nighttime bunker (the womb), the gradual glow of his life coursed across the aether, and i saw in his dome shaped sapien head, as it emerged and violated all known biological principles, the resplendent aura of my brother of light spanning the distance, which in human awareness is always singularly impressed upon the soul. it was then that i knew the truth - wordless attainment of love - like a mother, or the primordial early-ancients, namely Esel'tear, who eased his youthful eyes glimpsing the harmonic ecstasies echoing passionately throughout untarnished wide plains, rainstorm meadows, high-mountains blending into the clouds above with their winter-white peaks, and the fluorescent-gold of sunlight falling in from endless heights to separate the cold shades that gripped the land.

entwined in the glow of starlight, all out of that force for darkness: ever in the ethereal, heavenly aurora which softly caressed silent-skies and gazed into eyes naive to the unknown, was you, enchanting the spotless mind which had known only the heavy adornment of sorrow, brought full-bloom into the fields of elation. on this day i remember, like the view of open waters and waves in an infinite ocean where the days whip past me sailing from the ephemeral into a world which all life awaits, yet your light persists; like a comet rippling throughout the calm, quiet dark - that i dwelt this realm not a stranger, but as some entity of matter wrought in flaming cosmic atonement.

soul to soul, escaping the misery of forever, a silent and perfect interchange of love so enlivened and endless that lucidity itself attempts to see life as we do, holding you to me, living and maturing through dreams that filter the never-end, merge and flood, and lead the way back home from the realms beyond where these earthly-bound shores cover the superficial atomy of our floating spirits as they unwind and turn, floating emptily like bones in the waters of a greater unity outside time's reach, following the soul-innervating aura of our embrace like a catalyst glitching the seams of reality as we float on by like stars in an incomprehensible vastness.

happy birthday to Mickle, calling as i may ever close my eyes to sleep, blissfully free in the solace of a beating heart, pulsing with life in the lungs, spreading chemicals that swim in the red-rivers of serenity throughout the whole of my body, and the world moving beneath my feet where everything in-between bends under the force of your existence and becomes unveiled in the floodlights of your indelible, love-radiating presence like an undiscovered element so intoxicating and pure which came to be known as this beautiful, ceaseless moment: your birthday.

happy birthday u old ♥♥♥♥♥♥ (2 days late)

Hap burfday

Brick Nose Benny bumbles flips and flops like a frantic freak! His flimsy feet flail about in the air like they're on a trampoline made of Jell-O. And just when you think he's lost control, he shoots off like a bottle rocket in a starfish formation, disappearing into the dark abyss like a magician's disappearing act! It's a sight to behold, if you're not too dizzy from watching his reckless yoga antics!

johnnieold doing twistflips off heaven arches into the vantablack void like a manic mongolo with rheumatoid arhtiritis i dont respect him

What the holy hole my butthole bun is blasting out meat patties rn

Ni

my weed 2 loud, my btch 2 bad, n my money 2 long

LVL 7 THREAT TO SOCIETY

BUFFS: +reality fog +illusive comatose silence +soul sphere guarded by an unlikeable habitus +no remorse +illegible and imprecise +hates you +holds his middle finger at you in his pocket

DEBUFFS: +burns in the atmosphere of coexistence +time amounts to pain +mental fragility +likes coca cola slushies

LVL 99 GOD OF DARKNESS: +conditioned to hear the vacant silence +walks hidden in the cold black rain +spirit tied to the sunshower in his mind +burns the midnight oil at noon +reimagines his soul in the eternal nighttime heavens +keeps blissfully out of harms reach in the shelter of solitude +bypasses the ephemeral +remembers the forgotten soldiers +takes the path of least existence +eyes always averted down -long hair even tho bald +prefers death over defeat +justifies delusional daydreams

All That Remains

This is the day on which I recollect, in remembrance of Miggle the One-Pooper, the darkness that broke everything...it is thus that the world dropped away. And my grief for her departure has not abated as I find less pleasure in any good poop that befals me. It has made me consider all that I have promised—to be the one—as less certain to be attained or enjoyed. I am mayhaps in sorrow, enkindled by the horror of endings, in which the very sullen promise—to generate the grandest of loafs—was faithfully met by another. I confess, my inner-most daylight bleeds beyond the reach of my troubled spirit. To report that the old oaths have been fulfilled; that I must watch this loosened, sphincter-trapped turbulence cover all in the essence that generated my purpose; my tears shake the shelter of every shadow. I, the Grand-Oath Shallshitter, Odium Mostpooper possess a most ungodly stomachache of tragedy.

Gurgling inside of me, within this deep scar that houses the scanty remnant of humanity, is a gathering storm to shake the very heavenly gates, guided by an oath I needn't swear.

Shall I call upon the tide? Shall I once more, of my own volition, rebind the divine oath by which the vast lonely depths can manifest forgotten prayers? By Odium's Temple, let the greater darkness prevail until even god's infinite eye is blinded by this raging poostorm. Let this war move beyond the maps of man, One-Pooper. I, the honorably transfigured, Odium Preponderancepooper, shall ride my divine droppings to the very stars where you await. Wait and venture into my dark tides and dark skies, I shall sit atop the iris of the world, the emperor of its form far above the walls of inner-release. You are nothing but a ripple in my pious calm. With thunderwalls towering, commanding the deathly darkened tone of a sh𝕚tty sh𝕚t storm, I will be the one to cleanse and claim the title of King of Kings, the One True Oathshitter.

Recorded in the Gorge of Silence by the Grand-Oath Shallshitter, Odium Preponderancepooper

The Miggle That Pooped Once

Twice came the farts. The first was a strange, caustic rattling that ended abruptly with the splish and splash of a sallow diluent wetness. Then came a horror rivaling that of a thousand souls entwined in a resounding scream burdened darkness—the second fart. It was a rumbling unlike any earthly riven by which a crumbling mountain crust could sink into. It scored the realm of tangible possibilities with its chaotic trumpet call. A phantom vibration gargled out with sheer putrescence, an unrelenting bio-volcanic fume trail following a twenty-two year old ancient wall of unrelenting tarry-blackness. The flood was inescapable, incomprehensible for those bound by its shadowy wrath.

And this record is that of a most tremulous hand though not nearly so much as the ground upon which humanity sat. He has entered the supernal realm where even Icarus melted his dreams over an ocean of ash, though not upon wings of pride, but on a black hill that rises ever-more, surmounting the very cerulean ceiling by which we mortals are bound. I fear, should it end, that the one-pooper whomst delivered this most stormy butthole burbling shall fall upon a grave of his own making.

Recorded on the Eve of Everloss by the Grand-Oath Shallshitter, Odium Mostpooper

quality gameplay

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9TCTw7t574 audio of my crapping hole rendered over a motorcycle demonstration

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayE0OcVbx20 miggel desk pet

NOTHING BUT HARD ROCK AND HARD COCKZZZZZZZZZZZZZ YEAAAAAA

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Post this on the walls of the 12 prettiest Girls you know...
If you get back 5 you're beautiful. ..
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That is not funny, said Wit of the Alethkar, his brow forklifted nigh a mountain high. He was a paunch, huffy man. His slow gait made this joke easy. Enveloped in the aura of a passerby shordfart, the court jester watched; his face slowly took shape, a most curious contortion somewhere between contempt and 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵.
The jester continued jesting, a constant slur of near sh. it gurgles brambling from his butthole.
Wit continued breathing, the smell becoming a screamer slew of little deaths and soft murders. His olfactory nostril forged an eternal memory of the ungodly sniff, the thought crystallizing like a sonorous nebula tear on the event horizon, glistening white and red streamers casting light upon the infinite container like a dream with every color slowly soaking in, falling forever and ever to the neverend.

That is not funny, he repeated. His input was noted that day; in the stars; in the halls of men where the most important words were spoken; in the shallow stream of time framed and posted as a mote of regretful existence; on the court jester's dookie pad..the jester could feel the rush of his buffoonery buffetting Wit. He laughed joyously with the power of four voices overlapping as history wrote itself anew. Wit's nostrils burned, tears streamed uncontrollably. Bombshell shords continued ripping through the festering air. The joke finally ended as unconsciousness overtook Wit, an insensate analgesic haze of 100% sh. it stench replacing all but the dead space of his lungs.

The 12th angel became the shi t king of the stormy weathered a sshole
all the plebean denizens hoorahed as their shi tting angel streaked the sky in a smear of black
he flew back and forth brush stroking the canvas of white nimbus clouds with pure sh i t strokes raining feek smecks upon their dirt smucked pleb heads

The power of the ♥♥♥♥ shard imbues the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ with inhuman worlsharts of gust 7 heaven winds in the tier of S DRAGON windfall winghell.

—Collected on the second day of Cockashi, year 1, four seconds before death. Subject was an Oathknight Swornshitter, Rex Linnfeldt, of the Night Sun Templar: Shadow ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. Executed by a worlshittingchasmfiend on the shattered ♥♥♥♥ plains. Reason: coveting shadow ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ artefact.