Sacred Haven of Debauchery Auto-translated

Check out the games; there's plenty of content on that topic even without me.

Don't be like that.

By the way, since we're already off-topic, I'm really glad that someone mispronounced my nickname and said "Hostor." It actually sounds better than what's written)))

Xostor?

I thought that's how it should be. For example, the name Xavier can be pronounced as Javier.

but when typing, your finger naturally reaches for the letter H, and then it would be Hostor.

but when typing, your finger naturally reaches for the letter H, and then it would be Hostor.

Logically, it should be read as Nostor.

I thought it should be like that. For example, the name Xavier can be pronounced as Xavier.

Hello, guys!

xi txere

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I like it!

Xi Boyz :smile20:

In short, I need to ask Hostor for more details.

XoM[M]ie .

Nebo, you seem to have confused the topic with "associations."

Hey, you've got the "associations" theme mixed up!

That's what happens when your head is a mess.

That's what happens when your head is a mess.

I ate porridge a couple of hours ago, is it yours by any chance?

and my soul is filled with longing...

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and beneath me is a plank
and I stand on it
my hand trembles
I release the rope
and the wind blows in my face
my eyes water so much
as if I were a fool
and I cry over my ball
and the wind keeps whistling
and rattling in the windows
as I fly past
in a flash
I playfully let go of my rope
and the wind blows in my face
the earth is flying towards me
I am weak. I am dying...

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without time, without color, without space
I open a new stream
I tried very hard to find it
I cannot bring life back
I am gradually forgetting
how I lived my life so wastefully
and in the torments of hell, I burn in the darkness
and I think about eternity.
I killed myself
I am not disgusted by this
much worse is that, boasting about my intellect
I killed people with my incessant lies
cursing with foul language or just getting angry
I sank lower and lower with each day
only a glimmer of light prevented me from drowning
I understood that I would see this hell
but, to be honest, I didn't want to turn back
I purposefully walked towards victory
victory over my own soul
I won, leaving behind a scorching heat on the planet with my departure.
a scorching heat. and this abomination,
joyfully absorbed, now seeks a path in my children
to pierce them through and appear again.
but that's not the point... I continued my lineage of fear, of disgrace
which was only started by someone else
but excuses will not help in eternity
there are no concepts of "happiness" and "peace" here.
I am gradually forgetting how I lived
I am gradually getting used to the fire
I led myself to the grave in a similar way.
for what do I condemn myself?
- "praise" is what I meant to say.
why are you changing the intensity of your thoughts?
- I just want what's best.
I haven't written poetry in a long time.

I ate porridge a couple of hours ago, is it yours by any chance?

No. It's not mine.

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P.S. Quantum, your poems are rather gloomy....