Sims 2 Pictures: The Poser Goth boy
Sims 2 Pictures: The Poser Goth boy
A silly parody in honor of you know who with all due respect involved. Once upon a dark WTFBBQCHIPS time there was a young emo. He called himself, "The Poser Goth boy."
A silly parody in honor of you know who with all due respect involved. Once upon a dark WTFBBQCHIPS time there was a young emo. He called himself, "The Poser Goth boy."
He was a lonely fellow. So tormented was he that he wrote darkly Gothic poems of woe to bitch in an oppressive manner. Here's an example!
just another dang vampire wannabe by The Poser Goth boy
Here we catch a glimpse of his special dance of eternal damnation. Note the symbolic festive ornaments in the background. They help to depict inner fears and revelations that no one can comprehend.
See the stirring sadness within Poser Goth boy's soul. It is etched upon his face. Imprinted on his soul; an eternal loser.
However to save our sanity of the readers and Sims everywhere -- SUDDENLY!!!
Miss Demeanor appeared welding a semi-automatic rifle courtesy of Paladin's Place! Note the awesome special effects, useage of gradients, and non-subtle cut-out skills!
Miss Demeanor: "For crimes of poser emo feelings and sporting women's black eyeliner I sentence you to be punished!"
The PoserGoth boy: "Gasp! Someone set us up the bomb!"
SFX: ZzzaaAAApPPP!
Poor, poor, Poser GothBoy. Things such as darkness, loss, pain, grief, madness, death, night, and the bloodthirsty undead would make good topics for darkly gothic poems. Yet you create darkly gothic emotional abyss poems about how hard your Spanish class is, or how Mom gives you grief for wearing her fishnet hose.
The world is a cruel place.
Rest in Peace. Albeit that your digital life has been lost your poems of angsty woe live forever on. . .
Devoid of Love by The Poser GothBoy
The End.
just another dang vampire wannabe by The Poser Goth boy
It is a night of ethereal pain, a song of sorrow,
wolves vent their howls. The eternal one stirs.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her gaunt form,
a brooding agony.
Her raven hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of new awareness,
I weep.
wolves vent their howls. The eternal one stirs.
Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her gaunt form,
a brooding agony.
Her raven hair cascades over
fragile milk-white shoulders, and her
full really very deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of new awareness,
I weep.
Here we catch a glimpse of his special dance of eternal damnation. Note the symbolic festive ornaments in the background. They help to depict inner fears and revelations that no one can comprehend.
See the stirring sadness within Poser Goth boy's soul. It is etched upon his face. Imprinted on his soul; an eternal loser.
However to save our sanity of the readers and Sims everywhere -- SUDDENLY!!!
Miss Demeanor appeared welding a semi-automatic rifle courtesy of Paladin's Place! Note the awesome special effects, useage of gradients, and non-subtle cut-out skills!
Miss Demeanor: "For crimes of poser emo feelings and sporting women's black eyeliner I sentence you to be punished!"
The PoserGoth boy: "Gasp! Someone set us up the bomb!"
SFX: ZzzaaAAApPPP!
Poor, poor, Poser GothBoy. Things such as darkness, loss, pain, grief, madness, death, night, and the bloodthirsty undead would make good topics for darkly gothic poems. Yet you create darkly gothic emotional abyss poems about how hard your Spanish class is, or how Mom gives you grief for wearing her fishnet hose.
The world is a cruel place.
Rest in Peace. Albeit that your digital life has been lost your poems of angsty woe live forever on. . .
Devoid of Love by The Poser GothBoy
the night falls as if slain by the sun, fearful are we.
the light for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
crushed by madness.
all hope must sicken and die.
your heart desires no more.
how could you abandon me?
demons surround us, crying,
we are fallen.
the light for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
crushed by madness.
all hope must sicken and die.
your heart desires no more.
how could you abandon me?
demons surround us, crying,
we are fallen.
The End.
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