>>152182954
image what he would have become

heh

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to watch football is to .............die.......... untill my boy-o jay-ess-o scores...then I am reborn....fresh out the damp cave...... I am here to witness.....the maturation of a star....jesse....keep me alive.....i want to see....jesse..... you don't stop giving....what will i do once you retire?....thankfully this is a moment so far away in time that .....heh......it's not worth thinking about (jessy is a youngster)....like a prisoner for quadruple murder entering his new cell which would be his home for 60 years.... what's most important is now....the present....is a present....by jesse... addressed to me....goals and assists is usually the aftermath of jesse touching the ball...like death is the aftermath of pain and suffering...my personal P and S they would have been a constant, and therefore leading to an eventual death..........were it not for the relief delivered unto me by none other than....heh......jesse......hesse in spanish....yeahh....to watch football is to die....to suffer pain until my boy jaysse...... adressed to me is a package.........for me.......a prisoner entered in his cell.....he killed them....the wife and the kids.......is he alive? or was he the fourth.......good behaviour gives you...few more years........heh.....heh.. .heh....heh.....heh.....heh....yeah....hrh....ehh.....hhh...hhhghh...tschk......yeahhhh....the maturation of a star.....if.time.is.cyclical....why is jesse.......only one......funny jokes....they like that....human beings we are ill..... i cant laugh and suffer at the same time like you.....i need my present....adressed to me....jesse.....do not end.....a personal note....i triumph with him....maybe more.....but i would be better off....not dying.......

He needed less time after all

>>152182954
Heh… he just needs some more time, Aura loading heavy, you can see the sign, Peak form buffering like it’s ’09, JLINGS ASCENDING — he just needs more time. Heh… he just needs some more time, Feel the comeback humming through the baseline, One spark hits and he’s crossing that line, TRUST IN THE BRAND — he just needs more time. [Verse 1] Aura so bright it’s frying the feed, JLingz energy built different, guaranteed, One nutmeg and Twitter hits stampede, You can’t rush greatness — let the man proceed. Training videos dropping like holy signs, Fans chanting “HE’S BACK!” from the sidelines, Manager whispering “he’s nearly in his prime,” Yeah bros… he just needs more time. [Hook] Heh… he just needs some more time, Aura building slow but it’s still divine, Form recharging like a solar shrine, BOW TO JLINGS — he just needs more time. [Verse 2] New club rumors spinning like vinyl, Any league, any badge, he’s going final, Legacy’s meme-tier but the vibe’s survival, He’s dropping a comeback that’s fully archival. Every warm-up jog gets the crowd revived, Every half-chance shot gets the threads deprived, “HE’S COOKING LADS!” — the prophecy’s alive, He’s nearly there… he just needs to arrive. [Final Hook] Heh… he just needs some more time, Let the engine warm, let the stars align, When the moment hits, he’ll redefine, JLINGS. IS. BACK. — he just needs more time.

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jling first game?....heh....takes me back....but not too back....jlingz he started late for a...heh... world class footballer.... some dads trane their kids while they're still in the womb....jlingz dad he... didn't want for jayboy to be a foot-baller.....jlingz didn't kicked a ball until 8 year old...heh.....see one sunday his friends from the block.... Smallboy (they called him that cause...he was real fat heh)...and Forehead (cause he had big forehead) were out collecting cig butts to later make cigarettes with and...glass bottles to later throw against the concrete and make noise...heh...yeah when it was dark they'd wake peopel up with glass shattering noise.....and while on their route they passed the Football playground....it was a bunch of...heh.... gypsies....playing football..the gypsys they were real intricate players...students of the spanish game...they had developt their own style...they called it tick tock....they pass the ball 60 times....open space...and the last touch was always a shot....usually a golazo...heh..real technical players.....and so..as our boyz were passing by the play-G the ball went out of play and rolled into Foreheads feet...he picked it up...he thought it looked like lil Marcus' ball....a gypsy came to take it back...heh...Forehead as he recognised that ball said... that ball ain't yours..... I'm taking it... ima give it back to my friend heh.....the gypsy said no...u give ball....or I beat u up.....and he was about to punch when a shout from the playground stopped him.....it was Hassan the tall gypsy king.....Hassan he said...after a pause of course...heh....we play for the ball....you win...you take it.....you lose....heh......and Hassan smiled....his right hand gypsy with the 'Maradon' shirt smiled too and shouted 'yeah!'....and nodded.....Our boys had to assemble a team of six players....hmm we'll take mingz, tingz, adingz for keeper...who sixth?? mby call jessy even tho he don't play....for filler...heh...the rest is history.

>>152182954
GOLDEN BROWN TEXTURE LIKE SUN

I am on a road.....going straight ahead........i look
to the left.... suffering........and to the
right.....pain....... looking behind.........death.........i
turn to face forward again.......i see.....up the
road........jay lingz......my boy.......i start walking
towards him.....i see he's shooting balls.....yeah
he was shooting them into the realm of
suffering......each time he shot a ball....yeah....
another ball fell down from the sky.....jesse
he......he always controlled them perfectly.....
such skill......to think he isn't even fully
developed yet.......a small egg.....soon he will
become a horse.......a blue trash bag appeared in
my hand.......i threw it into the trash....i am now
in an elevator..... moving upwards....there is a
gloryhole.....i peek through........i see.....
jessy.....jessy........ he is climbing an
mountain....only equipment was.....a full kit.....i
shout out to him....hey jay......
woosh.....i am back on that road.....mid
earthquake.....i feelt sent back in time.......jessy
is gone.... but i feel his presence far ahead.... he's
always been ahead........ahead now is a
building...big.....yeah...dark......giant square of
despair.....inside there are test tubes....a feeling
of dread and doom.....feel also....a feeling
of.....worsening......i observe around me......the
tubes they are labeled......on the labels it
says....young talented footballer number
711....number 577.3....number 913...also number
115...full of numbers....333...numbers like the
matrix......another label.......bought on {date}....i
am becoming overwhelmed with feelings of
impeding doom..... and something
unpatriotic................,...................,,,suddenly loud
crashing noises acoust my ears......i see soccer
balls flying.... crashing through the
tubes....wooshing....by my ears.......jesse he takes
my arm....not saying anything......but im
glad....happy.....he has saved....me......

Bulgarianon responsible for this best-seller, SHOW UP

good thread

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>>152186708
he is... gone...
but not... forgotten

bulgaria please come back he just needs more time

>>152182954
Heh... my boy... classic /sp/... I miss it everyday... heh... we just need... more time