HomeGeneralSeeking comrade, base, abyss. The clan back to the land. Train like a Hitmonlee and Hitmonchan. Heal, to take over the world. Peace… kick it. Comrade.
Seeking a roommate. I’m looking to move out of Southern California and checking out rooms in New Mexico right now. There are some pretty good deals if maybe we can split rent two ways; split 750 so 375 dollars. I’m open to other suggestions, too.
The only reason I want to go back in time is to get down with Pokémon cards. Beat everybody with my Ninetales and Arcanine. Maybe, I can still be . . . The world champion of Pokémon Trading Cards!!! Let’s go. Produce my rap and make a thousand, maybe one day. Now, death, is too close. Spill all my acidic blood. Rejuvenate me in God. Detoxify me, the blowing Koffing. The skull of death, buried in the unknown. The good-faith almighty, does not exist for me, deep in the binary. I do consider myself as Pokemons number-one fan. If faith, is dead.
Blossom my saga. Does my words not mean anything. To save the planet. Reduced, to ash. The alpha faith, there is only one path. Brace yourselves in Armageddon, give me the iron, hand, I will be the machine.
Professor X. He is indeed, the messiah. The man whose heart cannot be judged. Ultimate peace and love, and truest glory. A god send and saint of the world. On the opposite side, here I am, with Satan, Lucifer. The incarnation, distraught and image, of utter hell. Like the Spawn, and there’s this f******g midget clown that turns into this giant creature monster, cause the world is so f****d up like that.
Find suitable place, terrain. Start purist diet. Train like a Primeape. Heal. Evolve. Gain back the mass. Fight the world, the black beast. The legacy, the new age. The faith. The pages. Zero.
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S.O.S Machamp. Mayday, MAYDAY!!!!!! Do you copy.
The only reason I want to go back in time is to get down with Pokémon cards. Beat everybody with my Ninetales and Arcanine. Maybe, I can still be . . . The world champion of Pokémon Trading Cards!!! Let’s go. Produce my rap and make a thousand, maybe one day. Now, death, is too close. Spill all my acidic blood. Rejuvenate me in God. Detoxify me, the blowing Koffing. The skull of death, buried in the unknown. The good-faith almighty, does not exist for me, deep in the binary. I do consider myself as Pokemons number-one fan. If faith, is dead.
I wanna go camping in Big Bear.
Ever been there?
I haven’t, I’m just trying to get out of the State. Should we look for a nice rural place in Cali?
Ah man, I would be down to find a place in rural Cali, but where? Especially in SoCal?
Let’s go live in Blythe or some mountain in San Bernardino county?? Victorville?
Ever been to Lake Arrowhead or Mount Baldy?
Na I really just want to get the heck out of this area.
Ah man I caught this comment to late…. 🙁
Blossom my saga. Does my words not mean anything. To save the planet. Reduced, to ash. The alpha faith, there is only one path. Brace yourselves in Armageddon, give me the iron, hand, I will be the machine.
Professor X. He is indeed, the messiah. The man whose heart cannot be judged. Ultimate peace and love, and truest glory. A god send and saint of the world. On the opposite side, here I am, with Satan, Lucifer. The incarnation, distraught and image, of utter hell. Like the Spawn, and there’s this f******g midget clown that turns into this giant creature monster, cause the world is so f****d up like that.
Find suitable place, terrain. Start purist diet. Train like a Primeape. Heal. Evolve. Gain back the mass. Fight the world, the black beast. The legacy, the new age. The faith. The pages. Zero.