Some of y'all run some innocent ass blogs, but I see through your veils, your secret’s safe with me!
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day. Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town, waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking, racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older, shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines. Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way. The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say.
Home, home again. I like to be here when I can. When I come home cold and tired, it’s good to warm my bones beside the fire. Far away, across the field, the tolling of the iron bell, calls the faithful to their knees, to hear the softly spoken magic spell.
I may noy be a gamer but I can still watch 6+ hours of jacksepticeye when I have nothing to do.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
I’m looking for car and I’ve set my sights on a classic fiat 500, an old fiat 126, a fiat 124 spider, a triumph spitfire mkiv, or a Lotus Europa.
Because I’m lazy as shit.
I don'tdo requests, just for the 5,000th follower
Yo, so who’s going to Tampa Bay Comic Con?
You don’t have to be horny, to enjoy x-fox.tumblr.com!
4,821 followers, I’m gonna message my 5,000th follower and answer a request for them, let’s see what they request.
Maybe, it depends on the guy, I want to at least once, just to see what it’s like, but I’m pickey enough with girls, let alone guys, so I probrobly won’t, at least not any time soon.
My phone thinks the External SD card is part of the USB storage. There is 0b of stuff on the USB storage, but my phone thinks it has 1.4GB, as it thinks the 4.42GB from my 32GB SD card is on it, I have a Samsung Galaxy S Blaze, does anyone know how to fix this? I already restarted my phone 4 times.
Nope.
Someone sent a fanmail to the other blog, asking how I fight someone who can easily kick my ass, the answer is copper pipe and/or pepperspray and/or normal punching and kicking.
Yo, I made a second blog, sfwx-fox
check it out, I’m gonna post the SFW stuff you y'all don’t have to deal with it as much when you come to this blog, even though it WILL stay here on this blog, and I will still make non yiff posts on this blog, but less
Bangkok, Oriental Setting
But the city don’t know what the city is getting
The crème de la crème of the chess worldIn a show with everything but Yul Brynner
Time flies – doesn’t seem a minute
Since the Tyrolean spa had the chess boards in it
All changed, don’t you know that when you
Play at this level there’s no ordinary venue
It’s Iceland, or the Philippines, or Hastings
Or
Or this place!
One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but their pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you’re lucky, then the god’s a she I can feel an angel slidin’ up to me
One town’s very like another
When your head’s down over your pieces, brother
It’s a drag, it’s a bore, it’s really such a pity
To be looking at the board not looking at the city
Whattaya mean?!
You’ve seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town
T-girls1, warm and sweet (sweet)
Some are set up
In the Somerset Maugham suite
Get Thai’d, you’re talking to a tourist
Whose every move’s among the purest:“I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine”
One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me
Siam’s gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would a muddy old river
Or reclining Buddha
But thank God I’m only watching the game
Controlling it
I don’t see you guys rating
The kind of mate I’m contemplating
I’d let you watch, I would invite you
But the queens we use would not excite you
So, you better go back to your barsYour temples, your massage parlors
One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but their pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a god in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel slidin’ up to me
One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me
As of the 3rd, I average 13 followers a day.
I didn’t fall in love with her because she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, I fell in love with the the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She’s even more beautiful on the inside, than she is on the outside.
All of the free cocaine.
Or maybe I check my phone in the morning when I wake up, if you think I have no life, why do you keep coming back to my blog and bitching? You know you can just, like, not go on my blog if you don’t like me.
I have a life, a very diverse social life tens of thousands of dollars in various antique weapons and money, a friend ship with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, various social and vocational skills, a wide knowledge base, a professionally recorded 143 IQ and I’m still able to get 4,776 followers. You’re over here complaing about my blog like a little bitch, I think it’s you who needs to get a life.