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Slipped out of radar yet again. Damn!
Years like leaves cascade,
Waiting for rules never set,
Time weaves endless threads.
Words burn in hot summer sun,
Lies and double standards looming like a clouds,
Putrid rain is on the forecast for yesterday.
In the deepest night while waiting for the rules
I sat there motionless at keyboard
Waiting for endless clock to unwind it putrid spools
Into this messy evolutionary freeboard.
While thinking of bilohbucks flowering in abyss,
As if igniting something within bone dry,
I ask myself what is @jbiloh using for this money which he kiss?
For all we know the end might be so nigh.
11 days till half a year for this thread. Does anyone expect changes during these days, or will we have no changes for more than half a year?
Eventually, thread will be closed. But I am not sure regarding rules.
Who knows? I could also see @jbiloh just enjoying being regularly reminded of his limitless power in regards to doing nothing at all.
That's what i'm actually quite sure about and it's likely not what people continuously bumping this thread are after.
There once was a mod named Jbiloh,
Who left forum rules rather shallow.
He'd sigh and he'd shirk,
Said, "It’s too much work!"
Now chaos reigns, rules left fallow.
congrats, this post is 666th post in this thread
The end is nigh.
In a quiet room, shadows play,
The clock ticks softly, night to day,
Eyes fixed upon the open door,
Hoping for footsteps that never implore.
Seasons change, leaves fall and rise,
Stars wheel silent in the skies,
Promises whispered to the moon,
Fade into echoes, gone too soon.
The heart holds on, a tethered kite,
Bound to dreams that take their flight,
Yearning for whispers, a soft refrain,
But silence answers, time and again.
Do not use AI for poems here! Don't go the bilou way. Sit and think. Let your oppressed anger express it-self.
nsfw poem
As I beat my meat
In the quiet retreat
The glow of the screen
The cum so sweet
In the dark, alone
My own silent moan
No one to disturb
In this personal zone
Porn videos play
In a private display
Hands move in haste
No time to waste
Eyes fixed on the scene
In the flickering sheen
In this solitary space
I find my pace
A sigh, a groan
In this room, I'm alone
Pleasure I've known
In every tone
The rhythm so neat
A cycle complete
In waves of heat
The release is sweet
A moment to savor
In this secret endeavor
With gentle behavior
I am the engraver
Balls emptied, retreat
In endless conceit
Till the pleasure's complete,
It’s time to repeat
I figure in the absence of any rules against it, it's my moral duty to use AI for my art.
Is there any befits for doing that...
I'm still surprised it hasn't happened already.
This indicates insane level of ignorance. You are so ignorant that can’t even close your own thread where lies was written.
Just a reminder that Biloh cares about you❤️
In the stillness of the forum's night,
A whisper travels, soft and light,
"Biloh loves you," the message sings,
But new rules? Just fleeting things.
Threads unwind, like tales of old,
Promises of guidance, never told,
Hearts await, in patient rows,
Yet silence is the seed that grows.
"Biloh loves you," echoes clear,
A comfort in the digital sphere,
Yet new rules drift like morning dew,
Vanishing before the day breaks through.
Fixed that for you.
Bilou bucks pouring like a dirty water in the rain,
The earth is still dry,
Scorching sun shines bright in bahamas,
Bilou bucks can buy you hapiness.
In a white room
With black curtains
By the station
Great to see new rules after 8 month
Plot twist: @jbiloh silently implemented the new rules several months ago.
Undocumented feature rule?!
In the garden of the endless clock,
Where minutes sprout and hours flock,
Time's river flows without remorse,
A futile, ceaseless, winding course.
Petals fall from unseen blooms,
In the ever-turning, silent rooms,
Moments slip through grasping hands,
Grains of sand in distant lands.
Dreams deferred and hopes delayed,
In time's indifferent, cold parade,
Life's pursuits in endless mime,
Lost within the futile passage of time.
Except if that happened, the rules would have been updated..