LOL ELIZABETH UR SO GAWF WITH YOUR POETRY!

[Coconut Oil]

There's like no way you can be gothic in my school.

It's basically 99.3% preppy and nerdy.

everyone else can shut up and just conform to us. talk2hand nojk

Today after school I had a student council meeting at 3:30 but I had to redo a paper for math. So first I went to math and saw that one of my classmates left her stuff there. Not all her stuff just her agenda and a tiny notebook. Being the b***h I am, I took a look inside it. It had all these goffic cutting poems. They weren't very original either.

'Take my wrist and slice it
my emotions bottled up
until i make the final cut'

Or something like that. PRETTY FUNNY.

No I'm not THAT rude to have vandalized it.

Well yes, she really IS gawf. Her favorite musician is marilyn manson (she has pictures of him all over her agenda) and she's a hot topic zombie.

She smells, too. ):

Discuss

gofs
finding emo poetry

Haha I'm so probably gonna get flamed. rofl

[the human travesty]

heart Marilyn Mason is my sex toy. heart
But really, now. I actually do -- *looks back and forth* -- get some of my wardrobe fro Hot Topic. I like some of the styles they have, and it really shouldn't matter if I want it. Most of the time, though, my clothes come from Target or something like that.

[[.Alu+chan.]]

ew Coach is gross.

it's like couch only spelled differently. LOL I CANT SPELL.


i love Hot Topic gonk
best store ever~

all the goff chicks in my school are fat. But at least they don't smell...toobad. Let's just leave it at the fact that my keen sense of smell hasn't picked up on it. Nor has my bloodhound.

The goff boys at my school are pissing me off. They keep asking me if I'm goff.

go away plz lol

[IAMSEX]

I'd give it back to her, smiling, making it obvious that I read her work.

Hehehe, blackmail.

Er, no.

[Coconut Oil]

[.Alu+chan.]

ew Coach is gross.

it's like couch only spelled differently. LOL I CANT SPELL.


i love Hot Topic gonk
best store ever~

all the goff chicks in my school are fat. But at least they don't smell...toobad. Let's just leave it at the fact that my keen sense of smell hasn't picked up on it. Nor has my bloodhound.

The goff boys at my school are pissing me off. They keep asking me if I'm goff.

go away plz lol

Me or couch?

)): my couch my couch my lovely lady couch

[Coconut Oil]

Numbing the Pain

I'd give it back to her, smiling, making it obvious that I read her work.

Hehehe, blackmail.

Er, no.

Nah I'll just leave it on the desk so everyone else can read it. ):

[VAD3R or Fro]

Meh I am more like a geeky kid who always talks about video games while always on a computer either Roleplaying or posting in GD...

But I wear blacks shirts and dark baggy pants so all the kids say...

"OMGZ ARE j00 Liek Goffic?!"

Gets really annoying...

[FIST OF AAAAAHHHHHH]

LOL OMG IM GOF

[Coconut Oil]

The Sexiest Toaster Ever

LOL OMG IM GOF

O rly?

[INTERNET HERO.]

Dear Coconut Oil,


GOFFIC PEOPLE RUN THE WORLD THESE DAIS! GET USED TO IT OR YOU ARE PROBALLY GOING TO GET STONED. WITH A STONE!!


-Hero

[Coconut Oil]

IAMTHEHERO. 0.o

Dear Coconut Oil,


GOFFIC PEOPLE RUN THE WORLD THESE DAIS! GET USED TO IT OR YOU ARE PROBALLY GOING TO GET STONED. WITH A STONE!!


-Hero

No call me mina plz.

No they don't.

NOT IN MY WORLD. pirate

[La Li Lu Le Lo]

I -LOATHE- poetry. With all of my being.

However, we had to write some for English last year, so I wrote a parody of The Raven.

HOMGZ TEH GAWFFIC.

Here it is:

Quote:

Once upon an evening dreary
Kind of high, and feeling weary.
Pondering over forgotten music videos of yore;
I find myself thinking of my lost Lenore.

As Coolio began rapping,
Suddenly there came a tapping--
Gently there came a rapping,
Rapping from my chamber door.

"Dude." Said I. "Or dudette.."
"I was sitting here so nicely trashed
When you came and gently thrashed on my chamber door.
I became frightened, and almost wet myself on the chamber floor!"

As NIN began to play,
I pondered darkly what to say,
Or if I should hide the cannabus within my closet door.
Then, there came a growling. Loud, raging, even howling.

My stomach, the culprit of this growling,
Reminded me of food worth boweling.
My hungery thoughts interupted
By the tapping on my chamber door.

Slowly I crept towards the door
Hoping it was my lost Lenore,
Hoping she would return money borrowed from before.
Slowly I opened the door, nothing. "'Tis the pot, and nothing more."

"They must have left." Said I.
"Surely it wasn't my beloved Lenore."
I turned to the ashtray, hoping to take a hit,
and that's when I saw it.

A small bird, joint in beak,
Seemed to scoff, then chose to speak.
It spoke in the voice of my beloved Lenore,
as if commenting on my hopes of a toke,
The Raven spoke. "Nevermore."

"Bird!" Said I. "Hallucination or Real Form!"
"Get my joint from out thy beak,
and get thy form from out my dorm!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"

Tripped out by a talking bird,
Wondering if I had really heard,
the voice of my lost Lenore.
"Bird!" Said I. "Hallucination or Prophet,
Give me the weed we both adore!
Tell me if I regain the profit
I gave to the lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven: "Nevermore."

Now the bird sat on my couch,
Surely he began to slouch,
Keeping his beady eyes on the screen.
The only thing that I could glean
Was that my money was lost, just like Lenore.

"Quaff!" Said I, picking up my waterpipe.
"Oh, Quaff this kind Bong water, so as to
Find respite from the memories of my beloved Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore!"

"Is there no White Castle in Fargo?!" I said to the bird.
"Get thy form from out my dorm, Then seek Lenore
And implore her for the money that I lent her before!"
Quoth the Raven: "Nevermore!"

And that Raven still is smoking
On the couch he still is toking
Making me realize what I was before.
I shall smoke Nevermore!

La Li Lu Le Lo: As gothic as a puppy.

[Mr. Deplorable]

I like listening to Marilyn Manson, but I generally dislike poetry and dislike Poe alot. hahahah

[Coconut Oil]

La Li Lu Le Lo

I -LOATHE- poetry. With all of my being.

However, we had to write some for English last year, so I wrote a parody of The Raven.

HOMGZ TEH GAWFFIC.

Here it is:

Quote:

Once upon an evening dreary
Kind of high, and feeling weary.
Pondering over forgotten music videos of yore;
I find myself thinking of my lost Lenore.

As Coolio began rapping,
Suddenly there came a tapping--
Gently there came a rapping,
Rapping from my chamber door.

"Dude." Said I. "Or dudette.."
"I was sitting here so nicely trashed
When you came and gently thrashed on my chamber door.
I became frightened, and almost wet myself on the chamber floor!"

As NIN began to play,
I pondered darkly what to say,
Or if I should hide the cannabus within my closet door.
Then, there came a growling. Loud, raging, even howling.

My stomach, the culprit of this growling,
Reminded me of food worth boweling.
My hungery thoughts interupted
By the tapping on my chamber door.

Slowly I crept towards the door
Hoping it was my lost Lenore,
Hoping she would return money borrowed from before.
Slowly I opened the door, nothing. "'Tis the pot, and nothing more."

"They must have left." Said I.
"Surely it wasn't my beloved Lenore."
I turned to the ashtray, hoping to take a hit,
and that's when I saw it.

A small bird, joint in beak,
Seemed to scoff, then chose to speak.
It spoke in the voice of my beloved Lenore,
as if commenting on my hopes of a toke,
The Raven spoke. "Nevermore."

"Bird!" Said I. "Hallucination or Real Form!"
"Get my joint from out thy beak,
and get thy form from out my dorm!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"

Tripped out by a talking bird,
Wondering if I had really heard,
the voice of my lost Lenore.
"Bird!" Said I. "Hallucination or Prophet,
Give me the weed we both adore!
Tell me if I regain the profit
I gave to the lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven: "Nevermore."

Now the bird sat on my couch,
Surely he began to slouch,
Keeping his beady eyes on the screen.
The only thing that I could glean
Was that my money was lost, just like Lenore.

"Quaff!" Said I, picking up my waterpipe.
"Oh, Quaff this kind Bong water, so as to
Find respite from the memories of my beloved Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore!"

"Is there no White Castle in Fargo?!" I said to the bird.
"Get thy form from out my dorm, Then seek Lenore
And implore her for the money that I lent her before!"
Quoth the Raven: "Nevermore!"

And that Raven still is smoking
On the couch he still is toking
Making me realize what I was before.
I shall smoke Nevermore!

La Li Lu Le Lo: As gothic as a puppy.

Deep.

[INTERNET HERO.]

Coconut Oil

IAMTHEHERO. 0.o

Dear Coconut Oil,


GOFFIC PEOPLE RUN THE WORLD THESE DAIS! GET USED TO IT OR YOU ARE PROBALLY GOING TO GET STONED. WITH A STONE!!


-Hero

No call me mina plz.

No they don't.

NOT IN MY WORLD. pirate

Dear Mina,

YOUR WORLD RULES THEN I'M MOVING THERE RIGHT AS SOON AS THE U-HAUL GETS HERE


-Hero