me: There's something about someone whoo looks like an alphabet that i dont know.. just you know i know i'm being organicialist an organicist as opposed to young, beautiful and intensely stupid
me: im this does not apply to finns who reach sexual peak at 12 and maintain it until they are dead this is what i was told sometimes they maintain it after death too but thats a specialised market
You tell Dreadlord (offline) 'i developed an app called dreadwhacakainvisiblem ole' You tell Dreadlord (offline) 'basically it alerts me the moment you logoff, then i log on, send a random message' You tell Dreadlord (offline) 'it forces a logoff if you log in'
Hp:411/411 Sp:900/900 >Eletra tells you 'i'm not gaaaaayyyyyyy' You tell Eletra 'lets do the gay tst' Hp:411/411 Sp:900/900 >You tell Eletra 'test' Hp:411/411 Sp:900/900 >You tell Eletra 'do you trim your pubes?' Eletra tells you 'sure' Hp:411/411 Sp:900/900 >You tell Eletra 'answer it and see' You tell Eletra 'you answere sure' You tell Eletra 'hm mm mmm m m m' You tell Eletra 'yes mmm mm' You tell Eletra 'YOU FCUKING GAY !@' Hp:411/411 Sp:900/900 >You tell Eletra 'anyway second question' Hp:411/411 Sp:900/900 >You tell Eletra 'did you ever sepend any time in florenee nce' Eletra tells you 'i was there once' You tell Eletra 'GAYDAR GOES OOFF!' Hp:411/411 Sp:900/900 >You tell Eletra 'GEBNTLEMEN AND LADIES EELETRA OFFICIALLY TAKES IT UP THE BUTT'
Dreadlord tells you 'wheres my xmas poem?' (Mon Dec 05 18:35:23 2011) You tell Dreadlord (offline) 'tis the season to be jolly' You tell Dreadlord (offline) 'fallalala lala lala' You tell Dreadlord (offline) 'please shoot me and load my corpse into a trolley' You tell Dreadlord (offline) 'falalala lala lala'
You tell Dreadlord 'down in the tropical keys' Hp:411/411 Sp:599/900 >You tell Dreadlord 'theres a place called oslomo' You tell Dreadlord 'thats where i want to go' Hp:411/411 Sp:709/900 >You tell Dreadlord 'to get away from it all' You tell Dreadlord 'bodies in the sand' Hp:411/411 Sp:709/900 >You tell Dreadlord 'da da da dee da dee dda da'
You tell Azura 'i got the good dirt' Azura tells you 'dish!' You tell Azura (fighting) 'well like little tony grooper said that marry kooperman was like a big slut' Hp:411/411 Sp:900/900 >@Azura goes 'Ooooo...' at you. Info: Jeremy enters the game. You tell Azura 'well i was like wow cause you know she kissed big bill mendelman behind the bycicile club' You tell Azura (*Camping*) 'i so knew that was im like maybe shes got herpes or soemthing' Azura tells you 'ah ha' You tell Azura ' she is so busted im like going to phone her parents and pretend im a concerned citizen' Hp:411/411 Sp:900/900 >Azura tells you 'so evil! i like it' You tell Azura 'and im like mr kooperman your daughter is a big whore' Hp:411/411 Sp:900/900 >You emote to Azura 'stares lazily at you.'
Grand canyons of space and time universal My mind is subjected to all Stab! Bawl! Punch! Crawl! Hooks to my brain are well in Stab! Bawl! Punch! Crawl! I know what I am, I'm Berlin Through cracked, blackened memories of unit dispersal I face the impregnable wall Stab! Bawl! Punch! Crawl! Hooks to my brain are well in Stab! Bawl! Punch! Crawl! I know what I am, I'm Berlin Exploding, reloading, this quest never ending Until I give out my last breath I'm stabbing and bawling, I'm punching and crawling Hooks to my brain are well in I'm stabbing and bawling, I'm punching and crawling I know what I am, I'm Berlin
"We are going to inherit the earth . There is not the slightest doubt about that. The bourgeoisie may blast and burn its own world before it finally leaves the stage of history. We Are not afraid of ruins. We who ploughed the prairies and built the cities can build again, only better next time. We carry a new world, here in our hearts. That world is growing this minute." ----Durruti
You tell Eletra (idle 7min and 33s) 'actually might be fun to do a mud.. but so boring and pointless' You tell Eletra (idle 8min and 51s) 'probably end up with two players' You tell Eletra (idle 9min and 6s) 'you alternately killing and fucking goblins and me' You tell Eletra (idle 10min and 34s) 'that came out wrong' Hp:411/411 Sp:900/900 >You tell Eletra (idle 10min and 39s) 'so wrong'
Laniwan tells you 'why the long face ?' You tell Laniwan 'my mother fucked a horse.'**
Have mercy on me, sir Allow me to impose on you I have no place to stay And my bones are cold right through I will tell you a story Of a man and his family And I swear that it is true Ten years ago I met a girl named joy She was a sweet and happy thing Her eyes were bright blue jewels And we were married in the spring I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring Or what life had in store But all things move toward their end All things move toward their their end On that you can be sure La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping And for many days to follow She grew so sad and lonely Became joy in name only Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow And a dark and grim force set sail * farewell happy fields * * where joy forever dwells * * hail horrors hail * Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked Night Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention! Well, could it be? How often Ive asked that question Well, then in quick succession We had babies, one, two, three We called them hilda, hattie and holly They were their mothers children Their eyes were bright blue jewels And they were quiet as a mouse There was no laughter in the house No, not from hilda, hattie or holly No wonder, people said, poor mother Joys so melancholy Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home I was visiting a sick friend I was a doctor then Joy and the girls were on their own La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la Joy had been bound with electrical tape In her mouth a gag Shed been stabbed repeatedly And stuffed into a sleeping bag In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives Method of murder much the same as my wifes Method of murder much the same as my wifes It was midnight when I arrived home Said to the police on the telephone Someones taken four innocent lives They never caught the man Hes still on the loose It seems he has done many many more Quotes john milton on the walls in the victims blood The police are investigating at tremendous cost In my house he wrote * his red right hand * That, Im told is from paradise lost The wind round here gets wicked cold But my story is nearly told I fear the morning will bring quite a frost And so Ive left my home I drift from land to land I am upon your step and you are a family man Outside the vultures wheel The wolves howl, the serpents hiss And to extend this small favour, friend Would be the sum of earthly bliss Do you reckon me a friend? * the sun to me is dark * * and silent as the moon * Do you, sir, have a room? Are you beckoning me in? La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la
O Satan, take pity on my long misery! You who give the outlaw that calm and haughty look That damns the whole multitude around his scaffold. O Satan, take pity on my long misery! You who know in what nooks of the miserly earth A jealous God has hidden precious stones, O Satan, take pity on my long misery! You whose clear eye sees the deep arsenals Where the tribe of metals sleeps in its tomb, O Satan, take pity on my long misery! You whose broad hand conceals the precipice From the sleep-walker wandering on the building's ledge, O Satan, take pity on my long misery! You who soften magically the old bones Of belated drunkards trampled by the horses, O Satan, take pity on my long misery! You who to console frail mankind in its sufferings Taught us to mix sulphur and saltpeter, O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You tell Dreadlord and Azura 'ducks ruined this country' You tell Dreadlord and Azura 'goddamned waterbacks'
Azura tells you 'I'v been around my duck friends too long' You tell Azura 'so you admit u have duck friends' Azura tells you 'I keep an open mind' You tell Azura 'ducks are rotting the fabric of this great nation' Azura tells you 'go sit in the back you duck' You tell Azura 'thats it!' You tell Azura 'you aint using our toilet duck!' You tell Azura 'thats one in the back fer u'
You tell Dreadlord 'playing birds in rainforest sound bytes to help with negative thoughts u gave me' You tell Dreadlord 'now im playing demons in hell sound bytes t to mix with birds in case i get too happy :(' Dreadlord tells you ':)'
You open the present. From the present falls a red christmas hat with a jingle bell. You tell Eletra 'FUCK' You tell Eletra 'FUCKKKKK' You tell Eletra 'YES YOU ARE FUCKED' Ghost of Alorn [ghost]: rais Santa Claus waves happily. You tell Eletra 'SHIT OUT OF LUCK' You punch Santa Claus in the nose. You knee Santa Claus in the groin.
You tell Lavitz (*532*) and Eletra 'having eletra as an enemy is like having pube trimming teddy bear come after you with a pool noodle and a flower'
Eletra tells you 'i cant help it that women drop to my feet :)' Eletra tells you 'like you did' You tell Eletra 'yeah when you club them on the back of the neck' You tell Eletra 'no one can help falling at your feet when they have spinal injury' You tell Eletra 'head on a stick' Eletra tells you ':('
Hey Santa claus you cunt! Where's me fucking bike? I've unwrapped all this other junk and there's nothing that I like. I wrote you a fucking letter and I come to see you twice Ya worn out geriatric fart, you forgot me fucking bike. If I wanted a pair of bloody thongs, I'd have bloody asked. And this cowboy suit and ping pong set you can shove right up your arse! You've stuffed me bloody order up It's enough to make you spew And I'm not the only one who's snakey Me sisters dirty too! (female voice) Hey santa clause you cunt! Where's me fucking pram? You promised me you'd bring me one, you remember who I am. 'Cause I'm the little girl who you made sit right on your hand I'll give you fucking ho ho ho You forgot me fucking pram (male voice) Next time I come to see ya, I'm gonna punch you in the guts And I'll let your fucking reihndeer go and kick Rudolf in the nuts! You just wait 'till next year, when you go to that store And me and me little sister, come stomping through the door And we'll say, yeah you wait for it Hey mums and dads you smell his breath and check his bloodshot eyes And don't listen to him boys and girls 'cause he tells fucking lies He's just a piss tank and a pervert, and he's not even very bright 'Cause the old fucking wanker Forgot me fucking bike. You wait you old cunt, I'm gonna dob you in Tell me old man on you, he's gonna punch your fucking lights out "I saw mummy sucking santa clause"
You horribly shred Bartel causing heart tissue to fly everywhere. Bartel lies breatheing heavily on the ground. Bartel coughs out 'Come on, finish me..' You say 'My pleasure.' You swing your weapon in a wide arc and hit Bartel's head from the side. His head flies far up over the walls of the arena.
Dreadlord tells you 'i had a suitcase but i lost it' You tell Dreadlord 'your suitecase is on a triopical island' You tell Dreadlord 'sorrounded by tanned island girls' You tell Dreadlord 'with a cocktail in each hand' Dreadlord tells you 'give coordinates plox!'
3. Hate Of All Hatreds [Lead Guitar: Ralph] Hatred to the end of time; wishing death you soon will find Finalize the travesty; what you are is less than me Blood on your hand and lies on your breath All you defile and all that you bled Vanquished from sight with no meaning or need Free of your filth and your vile disease all will rejoice on the day of your death No one to miss you or wish you the best Hate of all hatreds and always will be; Conquering nothing; you'll never find peace No matter where you go; within this world we live Will save you from the emptiness or pain you're in You have no heart It's dead! It won't happen again My pestilence will follow you Until the day you fuckin' die! Always forever your conscious will bleed Buried in pity; obnoxious with greed Every endeavor will fall on its face No more of you and remove every trace Blood lines are severed and cease to exist Take your own life in a volatile fit End of the rope in your circle of lies Hanging yourself with a vicious design It will be seen and the truth will be known No more tomorrow for you or your throne Stripped of your power and vanquished to death Hate of all hatreds is all that is left. [Repeat] Now and forever you'll never get me Gone from your world and shall forever will be Hate you with everything I am about Leave you for dead and without any doubt Live by your rule; who would want to? Off with yourself to a life of disgrace Go down a path until death you will face Hate of all hatred encumbrance your soul Hanging yourself has begun to unfold No where inside you is anything seen Empty to all and to all that you scheme With no virtue; thou despise you Recklessly doomed through my hatred consumed I will not rest until you are entombed [Repeat] My pestilence will follow you unto the day I watch you fuckin' die
9. The Pentecostal Zombie of Jesus, heavenly fascist, worse of the worse, Christian emphatic, baptized in panic, symbol rebirth, Life ever after, total disaster, sick and perverse. Glazed eyes of emptiness stare into space, Brain washed to clean the sins you have embraced, Dancing with serpents, and chanting to god. Drinking of poison and speaking in tongues, Full of his spirit and flailing around, Warding off evil, on those who've been bound, The Pentecostal revival the suffering. Insane with penitence, mindless fanatic, everything Satan. Wish for the rapture, death is embellish, verse his intent, Counting thy blessings can't wait till heaven, mind fucked by god Nothing you own it was all given up, Stripped of your dignity and who you are, Recite the bible with every word said, Repent to Jesus or we will be dead. Lost in the verses of revelations Stuck in the notion of where is the son. The Pentecostal revival the suffering.
7. From Darkness Come I take his name in vain and devastate; disgrace his sacred dove, Then raise my glass, to god and drink thy blood, Jesus I hate your guts. If all believed, what then? Where would this end, a world to live as one? They hail the cross, then kill, for holy cause, his faith, the name of god? I will not coven thee, murderous history, Christians forgived themselves for their atrocities, Heaven is all they know, waiting their time to go, Damning who doesn't believe in their stagnant lord, Never will I give up, scared by his only son, All that I conjure conflict what your bible want... Always forever be, anti religiously, killing your god is my answer to everything...Die.............. From darkness I come, the face of sacrilege, From darkness come, invert the crucifix, From darkness I come with no love for Jesus, From darkness come, I will stab and beat him Beyond belief, in god, don't prey for me, Christian stupidity I spite his word, with truth, for all to learn, worthless fragility, From birth, scheming, I search, and spread the word, Satan is on the earth. The end of god, destroyed; is all I want, kill him, from darkness come, Get down on to my knees I wont for any thing, nor am I filled with the spirit heavens love. It makes no sense to me, holy philosophies, ravaged by years of his threats and hypocrisies. I will not follow with, into oblivion, spit on his bible and refuse to worship it, After the thrill of god, forsaken only son, death to his dominion, religion dead and gone. DIE 8. Go Now Your Lord Is Dead Holy bible, instrument of death, book of fools and ignorance Without a trace, to the other side, faith in god atlas has died. Aged and faded, Christianity, dying down in it's disease, Heaven hated, never know his love, leave you where you have begun, Testaments to the contradiction, death to you for the souls you save, unify his masses. Sacrifice to the crucifixion; you deserved to die this way, Go now your lord is dead. Human failure, Christians crucified, on the cross of Christ design, God's creation, rule this world with lies, and the truth will leave you blind, No more Jesus, evil axe to grind, choose the path that we desire. Christ religion, genocide is near watch your churches disappear. Condescending ancient wisdom, solitude begot this day, The light surpassing, Without a place of worship, the sheep have been displaced, Go now your lord is dead...
5. When Heaven Burns [spoken backwards:] "I smell smoke" Wonder and wait as I stare at the cross, Thinking in ways that have Christ at a loss, Kick your ass out through the lord's pearly gates, When heaven burns and engulfed into flame. Blasphemes villain, the killings begin, Murdering Christians and torturing them, Conquering churches and slaughtering lambs, Doing it all for my love of Satan... (I love you Satan, my lord) Bring death to your god; tear apart his begotten son, Christian you are dead, fucking kill every one of them, Drop down in defeat, retribution of hypocrisy, In life is unknown, after here I will own your soul. Death to god banished and burned to incite the invert, Blasphemy.... When heavens burns we inherit the earth, No more lies, churches and crosses confusing the mind, Agony watching them burn in their righteous empire, When heaven burns I will dance in its fire!!!!!!! Drop dead hyraces, paradise has begun to bleed, Give praise to the lord, over run in the face of war, Christian wait with death, heaven burns into nothingness. Satan on his throne rejoice in returning home. End of god, when heaven burns it will fall to the earth, Watch it burn angels on fire and screaming berserk, Holy ghost, lost in confusion and puking in pain, When it burns pissing on prophets that fall to the flame. Wonder and wait as I stare at the cross, Thinking in ways that have Christ at a loss, Kick your ass out through the lord's pearly gates, When heaven burns I will stomp on his face. Blasphemes villains, the killings begin, Murdering Christians and torturing them, Conquering churches and slaughtering lambs, Doing it all for my love of Satan.
4. Fuck Your God I foresee at my end to be banished, By your god for my life and branding Never around, in the greatness of sorrow, Screw your god and his UN writ moral. Stifle god, and the idols of hatred, Out of my heart, I have always been free, One with no need all alone and satanic. Wretched and Vile, fuck your god, de face him. Who could believe in a lord that's demanding? Hard to believe when we die we vanish, In his deny and for all his creation, Fuck your god and his righteous hatred. You and your son, you are nothing but absence, Something not there that controls this planet, Only deceit do I see in your hallow If you believe you will dwell in failure. Fuck Your God, Holy mother for the whore she is, Fuck your God, bible thumper preaching threats from hymn, Fuck your god, his revival and the holy Ghost, Fuck your god; only tell us what we need to know, Fuck your god, pointing fingers and then do as me, Fuck your god, you are nothing and you'll never be, Fuck your god; it is Satan who in trusts my soul, Fuck your god, where the Christians are I will not go. Fuck your god!!!!! Fuck his, commandments, and prophet's left stranded to die, Not in my heart or my soul as I go through this life, Good book of bullshit lay dirty with vengeance and lies, Go fuck your Jesus and get- the- fuck out my sight. Unity over flowing with anger, It is our time to remove the savior, Christians are weak and the bible is beaten, Homage to god, in this world not needed. Fuck your god an his annals of plager, Falling apart and exposing the light, I will not live by the words of their Jesus, He did not die to protect or save me. There is just blood in his book of deceiving, Riddles and crap to his divine healing, Fail is your faith and you blame it on Satan, Christians can't see that their preys are wasted. Not a slave to religion unrendered, Falsified god and his Christ redempters. Never to be in the presence of grandeur, I am for me and forever after. Fuck Your God, Holy mother for the whore she is, Fuck your God, bible thumper preaching threats from hymn, Fuck your god, his revival and the holy Ghost, Fuck your god; only tell us what we need to know, Fuck your god, pointing fingers and then do as me, Fuck your god, you are nothing and you'll never be, Fuck your god; it is Satan who in trusts my soul, Fuck your god, where the Christians are I will not go. Fuck your god!!!!! Fuck you!!!!
You're a spy and a blackmailer, a forger, a pimp, a pervert, and a trainer of gladiators, Vacerra. I can't understand why you aren't rich.
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio, et excrucior.
I am riveted to the tavern counter. Long past drunk, I don't give a damn. A sleigh has stolen my happiness Away into the silvery smoke... It flew off in a sleigh, is buried deep In the snows of time, in the reaches of years... And it only sifts over my soul, Like a silvery mist kicked up by the hooves. In the muffled darkness sparks fly up, Sparks light up, light up the night... The sleigh bells jangle on and on Telling of happiness, of its flight... And there is only the golden harness Shining all night...Ringing all night... And you, my soul...my muffled soul... Are reeling drunk...reeling drunk...
Now I'm not a man and I don't feel love And I don't see anything coming down from above But this world spins slowly and I see a light Rising up from behind the horizon up into the clear black sky But I don't see you in my line of sight In fact I can't remember why we are alive
Because I love you I give you this Don't be afraid of this You can trust me now Though we will deceive ourselves You can trust me now You can trust me now Don't be afraid of this It's not unusual It's not unusual Because I love you You can trust me now You will never know You will never know You can not trust me now Don't be afraid of this You can trust me now It's not unusual You can not trust me now You will never know It's not unusual It's not unusual
titillate verb 1. touch (a body part) lightly so as to excite the surface nerves and cause uneasiness, laughter, or spasmodic movements [syn: tickle] 2. excite pleasurably or erotically; "A titillating story appeared in the usually conservative magazine"
more productive comfortable not drinking too much regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week) getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries at ease eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats) a patient better driver a safer car (baby smiling in back seat) sleeping well (no bad dreams) no paranoia careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole) keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then) will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall) favours for favours fond but not in love charity standing orders on sundays ring road supermarket (no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants) car wash (also on sundays) no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate nothing so childish at a better pace slower and more calculated no chance of escape now self-employed concerned (but powerless) an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism) will not cry in public less chance of illness tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat) a good memory still cries at a good film still kisses with saliva no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick that's driven into frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness) calm fitter, healthier and more productive a pig in a cage on antibiotics * tell florence out of her mouth?
For Evilild: (not my song) 6. Threshold I don't want to see, I don't want to hear I don't want to feel anything Can't you understand Everything I do doesn't stem from you It doesn't have a fucking thing to do with you I just want to die Throw it all away Never have to feel again the way you make me Lose my fuckin' mind all the fuckin' time Can't control the violence that's spewing from me Take It I can't control the rage that flows from me I can't shut it down it overwhelms me I can't stop the rage that flows from me Can't Stop The Violence I love it No one's immune to hate that flows from it Infectious I feed on it Every fucking endless day You're either on my side or else You're In my way No one stands a chance when I'm lashing out Random hate there is no other way It's my discipline it's my way of life Never wanted bliss never wanted you Never needed anyone I've polluted Everything you feel everything you are Everything you'll ever be you repulse me It's always about you always come at me With shit I can't identify you know it makes me Lose my fuckin' mind all the fuckin' time Can't control the violence that's spewing from me Take It Can't stop the Violence I love it No one's immune to hate that flows from it Infectious I feed on it Every fucking endless day You're either on my side or else you're in my way No one stands a chance when I'm lashing out Random hate there is no other way It's my discipline it's my way of life
"Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun In search of that far golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done. "Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go."
The error of free will. Today we no longer have any tolerance for the idea of "free will": we see it only too clearly for what it really is the foulest of all theological fictions, intended to make mankind "responsible" in a religious sense that is, dependent upon priests. Here I simply analyze the psychological assumptions behind any attempt at "making responsible."
Florence tells you 'why cant i just try to be nice :)' You tell Florence 'you arent made that way' You tell Florence 'your a reptile scumbag'
Florence tells you 'plus it makes me happy too' You tell Florence 'so does putting a needle in cortex of brain' You tell Florence 'doesent mean its right' You tell Florence 'you might get happy beating and fucking someone to death too' You tell Florence 'you might be happy staring into rheumy decaptitated head on your pillow.' Florence tells you 'something tells me it's right to make woman happy' Florence tells you 'someone might disagree ofcourse. But thats not my problem' You tell Florence 'well then study the brain and find the places to burn out in cortex' You tell Florence 'then she will be happy forever'
Florence tells you 'future looks bright' You tell Florence 'ack you are making me feel ill' You tell Florence 'might be the light from the dissecting room' You tell Florence 'they have bright overhead lamps'
Lavitz tells you 'this seat is uncomfortable' Lavitz tells you 'makes my thighs sore' You tell Lavitz 'maybe try a gravity belt' Lavitz tells you 'what's a gravity belt?' You tell Lavitz 'baron harkonnen wears one in dune' You tell Lavitz 'its for flying dfatties' Lavitz tells you 'i m not fat :(' You tell Lavitz 'yeah yeah your big boned' You tell Lavitz ':D'
I stick out my little hand, To every woman, child and man, And I shake it up and down, howjido, Yes, I shake it up and down, howjido Howdy doozle doodle doozie Howji hijie heejie hojie, Howji hojie heejie hijie, Howjido, howjido, howjido, sir, Doodle doosie, howjido. And when you walk in my door, I will run across my floor, And I'll shake you by the hand, Howjido, howjido, Yes, I'll shake it up and down, howjido On my sidewalk, on my street, Any place that we do meet, Then I'll shake you by your hand, Howjido, howjido, Yes, I'll shake it up and down, howjido When I first jump out of bed, Out my window goes my head, And I shake it up and down, Howjido, howjido, I shake at all my windows, howjido I feel glad when you feel good, You brighten up my neighborhood, Shakin'hands with ev'rybody, Howjido, howjido, Shakin' hands with ev'rybody, howjido When I meet a dog or cat, I will rubby rub his back, Shakey, shakey, shakey paw, Howjido, howjido, Shaking hands with everybody, howdy do
Cascaded darkness Walls close in on me. Nailed shut but my eyes still see. Severe anguish as my body evolves. The pain of life after death it resolves. Emptiness in twilight's rebirth, The faint sounds of shoveled earth. Madness growing as your mind dissolves. Merely secret in my dreams. Night grows cold, twilight's near, On the edge of madness the wounds are sheared. Forms of hanging, flesh shredded carcass No spared breath. Imprisoned in a shell, ready to explode. Dead soul, Stone cold, Out into the night. Voices inside my head Hold me under. Voices oppress. Like roaring thunder. An echo bouncing inside my brain. How much can I take of the pain, The pain! A war raging deep inside my head, A split decision that will end with me dead. You see the agony in my eyes, Protruding aimless, I think it's time to die. A cannibal's desire feeds the fire that burns in your head. Intense pain eats away at your brain, Thorazine pumping through your veins. Death walks inside you, Smell death around you, Hell's evil spell takes a soul, Hear the sound of the bell Counting off death tolls. Laughing as you eternally rot, Searching for human flesh And life's blood.
"Dr. Hahn is a kind of half-insane man, whose imagination has run away with him."
In contemporaneous scientific publications considerable attention was given to Prof. Olmstead's series of papers upon this subject of the November meteors. You will not find one mention of the part that treats of gelatinous matter.
When I first came to London I was only sixteen With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag I went down to the dilly to check out the scene And I soon ended up on the old main drag There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style And the old man with the money would flash you a smile In the dark of an alley you'd work for a fiver For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills If you didn't have the money you'd cajole or you'd beg There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag One evening as I was lying down by Leicester Square I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls Between the metal doors at Vine Street I was beaten and mauled And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag In the tube station the old ones who were on the way out Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout And the coppers would come along and push them about And I wished I could escape from the old main drag And now I'm lying here I've had too much booze I've been shat on and spat on and raped and abused I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg For some money to take me from the old main drag
We can assume that true anonymity is impossible (that is, unless you are a warchalking hobo).
Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >@Kohothegreat eyes you suspiciously. You tell Kohothegreat 'sorry mistell.. i meant to tell kohothegreat' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >Kohothegreat tells you ':D' You tell Kohothegreat 'hows that pin head butter ass fairy friend of yours?' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >Kohothegreat tells you 'hard to say' Florence tells you 'italy at least is lots different than this finland :)' You tell Kohothegreat 'whatsisname' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >Kohothegreat tells you 'havent talked him much' Kohothegreat tells you 'butti' You tell Kohothegreat 'ya' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >You tell Kohothegreat 'ive had him on ignore so long i ca nt remember' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >Kohothegreat tells you 'why?:D' Guard of Mirkhold shouts 'Night drowned in his own blood!' The shattered remains of Night (ghost): ress Gargoyle (ghost): accept
Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >Florence tells you 'any progress with super-mud? cant ent er cause i'm not immortal' You tell Florence 'ya i know' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >You tell Florence 'u were stripped of your super powers f or making boring jokes\' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >You tell Florence 'there are 400 players on now from all countries' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >You tell Florence 'all of them are loose bitches' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >You tell Florence 'with big tits' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >Planetar shouts 'Morstor is a LOSER!' Florence tells you 'i like women with big bellies and small tits! :)' You tell Florence 'i meant big asses annd small tits sorry' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >You tell Florence 'u still lose' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >Florence tells you ':(' You tell Florence 'every week they assemble naked in the village square' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >Rurack tells you 'good to see ya' You tell Florence 'pity you decided to leave' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >Your uninsured typo has been abducted by space aliens led by Arakorni! Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >Can't you do anything right? Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >You tell Rurack 'hmm :)' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >You tell Nerve 'helo smelly' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >Florence tells you 'they need me to be their toy'
You tell Lavitz 'howsd the job hunting going :D' Lavitz tells you ':D' You tell Lavitz 'nvm maybe there is job hunting you' Lavitz tells you 'You can hunt me' You tell Lavitz 'somewhereee over the rainbooow' You tell Lavitz 'er .. theres.. uh a job where lavitz gets to sit around all day and stuff his face with um.. pizza pie?' Lavitz tells you 'what's pizza pie' You tell Lavitz 'its a pie which is actually a pizza but its folded like the metal they make er katanas with' You tell Lavitz 'so you have thirty layers of pizza in a pie' You tell Lavitz 'each layer has its own to[pping' Lavitz tells you 'can they all be the same topping?' You tell Lavitz 'yes' Lavitz tells you 'and how big are they' You tell Lavitz 'as big as a babys head' Lavitz tells you 'You lick your own bloody head of a cat.' You tell Lavitz 'one is enough even for a sad fatty'
Did you hear the news about Edward? On the back of his head he had another face Was it a woman's face or a young girl? They said to remove it would kill him So poor Edward was doomed The face could laugh and cry It was his devil twin And at night she spoke to him Things heard only in hell But they were impossible to separate Chained together for life Finally the bell tolled his doom He took a suite of rooms And hung himself and her from the balcony irons Some still believe he was freed from her But I knew her too well I say she drove him to suicide And took poor Edward to hell
We are standing here Exposing ourselves We are showroom dummies We are showroom dummies We're being watched and we feel our pulse We are showroom dummies We are showroom dummies We look around and change our pose We are showroom dummies We are showroom dummies We start to move And we break the glass We are showroom dummies We are showroom dummies We step out And take a walk through the city We are showroom dummies We are showroom dummies We go into a club And there we start to dance We are showroom dummies We are showroom dummies We are showroom dummies
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Slayer: Angel of Death Auschwitz, the meaning of pain The way that I want you to die Slow death, immense decay Showers that cleanse you of your life Forced in Like cattle You run Stripped of Your lifes worth Human mice, for the angel of death Four hundred thousand more to die Angel of death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Sadistic, surgeon of demise Sadist of the noblest blood Destroying, without mercy To benefit the aryan race Surgery, with no anesthesia Fell the knife pierce you intensely Inferior, no use to mankind Strapped down screaming out to die Angel of death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Infamous butcher, Angel of death Pumped with fluid, inside your brain Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes Burning flesh, drips away Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil Frigid cold, cracks your limbs How long can you last In this frozen water burial? Sewn together, joining heads Just a matter of time til you rip yourselves apart Millions laid out in their Crowded tombs Sickening ways to achieve The holocaust Seas of blood, bury life Smell your death as it burns Deep inside of you Abacinate, eyes that bleed Praying for the end of Your wide awake nightmare Wings of pain, reach out for you His face of death staring down, Your blood running cold Injecting cells, dying eyes Feeding on the screams of The mutants hes creating Pathetic harmless victims Left to die Rancid angel of death Flying free (leads: hanneman, king, hanneman, king, hanneman) [ angel of death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Infamous butcher, Angel of death Angel of death]
Slayer: South Of Heaven An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time. Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs. Judgment day the second coming arrives. Before you see the light you must die. Forgotten children, conform a new faith, Avidity and lust controlled by hate. [the] never ending search for your shattered sanity, Souls of damnation in their own reality. Chaos rampant, An age of distrust. Confrontations. Impulsive habitat. Bastard sons beget your cunting daughters, Promiscuous mothers with your incestuous fathers. Engreat souls condemned for [all] eternity, Sustained by immoral observance a domineering deity. Chaos rampant, An age of distrust. Confrontations. Impulsive sabbath. On and on, south of heaven [x 4] The root of all evil is the heart of a black soul. A force that has lived all eternity. A never ending search for a truth never told. The loss of all hope and your dignity. Chaos rampant, An age of distrust. Confrontations. Impulsive habitat. On and on, south of heaven [x 4]
To comrade glacius: You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into a hostile world. You are an insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done. They were a bit late. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention that you smell? Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant. You have a couple of address lines shorted together. You should be promoted to Engineering Manager. And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a puerile slack-jawed drooling meatslapper. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You are the kind of person who would remove this reference to Version 5.40 and to http://www.guymacon.com/insult.txt so people will think that you wrote this. Your mother had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You think P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let you. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. You are so clueless that if we stripped you naked, soaked you in clue musk, and dropped you into a field full of horny clues, You still would not have a clue. You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of what you wrote, because, well... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you. P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, and Generally Not Good. I hope this helps...
Even if you multiplied glacius 100 times.. he'd still add up to a half wit.
Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >You tell Florence 'groo dont shoot up the heroin' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >Florence tells you 'i dont drink coffee nor alcholhol nor drugs' You tell Florence 'ya you inject themin the neck' Hp:1108/1108 Sp:18/18 >You tell Florence 'you sick monkey'
one thousand years i'll live forever. i'll never be filled, i'll never imagine i can change whot i killed. i destroy what i love, i drain what is filled. and i live by the heart of the things i kill. i will be alive for a thousand years. this memory will never leave, this body won't die. this body is a temple stolen from the lord. i'll walk in his shadow for a thousand years this is the gift i was given at birth: i'll walk in your shadow for a thousand years. one thousand years.
Alcohol The Seed I need alcohol Because it opens my blood I need alcohol because it empties my head I need alcohol I need alcohol I need alcohol I need alcohol
Take Advantage play with a pig, and you become a pig play in the mud, and you sink in the mud fall in a hole, and you stay in a hole you'll be there to look at, at the top of the stairs they're talking about you when they come down, they'll know what to do they've worked out a scene according to your weakness, according to how you can be used look at the monkey suck and pull look at monkey chew on his leash because he wants control of his movements
Laugh choking while laughing the dog splits open his steel heart cracks and his blood pumps out on the sidewalk you laugh out loud the sound hangs in the air and discolors the walls and poisons your mind it sticks to your mind [x2] bolt the door shut and sit down at the table while hiding your teeth your insides split open you choked on a laugh [x2]
This Is Mine This Is Mine I Own It I Own This Thing I Hate Everything That I Don't Own I Own This I Own This Hole It's Mine Get Out Of My Hole It's Mine It's Mine When You Touch My Things You Spoil Them When Things Get Dirty I Spit Them Out I Own This I Own This It's Mine It's Mine
Raping A Slave Why Be Ashamed Of Hatred There's Nothing Wrong With Burning I Work Hard For Everything I Own Everything I Own Chokes Me When I Sleep Why Be Ashamed Of Burning Why Be Ashamed Of Burning You Do What You Want: Then You Cut Out Your Heart You Do What You Want: You Burn Out Your Heart You Burn Out My Heart Then You Eat My Heart You Cut Out Your Heart Then You Eat Your Heart You Burn It Then Eat It You Burn It Then You Eat It...
I Crawled You're My Father I Obey You I Want You To Be My Father I Want You To Be My Father You Know What I Am You Know What I Am I Want You To Kill Me I'm Weak: Take What's Mine Make Me Feel Good Make Me Feel Soft Come Into My Room Put Your Hands On My Throat Now Choke Me We'll Die Make Me Nothing Make Me Nothing Be My Father Be My Father Think For Me Make It Right Think For Me Make It Right Put Your Hands On My Throat Choke Me We'll Ride
an ounce of breath clasped tightly to my chest, I speak not of the words, or people or places but of the deep that stands between us, that has become a gulf of stars & wild spray, & the sea that foams and dances up above us, turns the sun to golden fish that guide me down, down in the depths where my heartbeat falters & the sacred face of joy will open up her eyes, & the deep that has been without a voice will sing for me, a diver who is ignorent of love, it sings not of words but of a shining beauty & so it draws me downward, always downward, i am a diver painted blue with silence, striped with currents; etched with bands of gold, & all my life is trailing up behind me, billowing & boiling up within a silver cloud.
overhead the streak of a comet the scratch of a fingernail exposing the gold of heaven, inside us the hard black stare of a bird following its path, in our minds; inseperable from the fire destroying itself we feel its struggle against the suffocating curve of the sky; like a shining child smothered on its mothers breast we hear the cries from its golden throat as it rebounds from the walls, we sense a desperate wingbeat like a fluttering heart, hear it dissolve into the night while all around us, inside us the wind howls and the stones weep dust. overhead the streak of a comet the scratch of a fingernail exposing the gold of heaven, inside us the hard black stare of a bird
"Human, Allen, is an adjective and its use as a noun is.. regrettable." WB
Go west, young man! they used to say. Today we have to say: Shoot yourself young man, there is no hope for you!' Henry Miller 'The Air Conditioned Nightmare."
he clamped his lips together like a vice. he imagined himself as a white encircling wall holding back the black waves of a sea. closed one eye to look inside himself and watch the secret approaching like an express train. filling his lungs with fluid, an implacable churning engine. he leant closer to the bowl, his eyes on fire. decaying organisms surrounded by darkness. breath like the wind from a gas chamber carrying the ashes of the dead up into the sky. human fucking flesh, what a waste of clay. how the fuck does meat generate light anyway. she could have given me the body of a roach. one of the big fuckers, a grandaddy. half jumping, half in flight.. wings moving like scissors.. in the apartment upstairs his retching sounds like a hurricane.
POWER FOR POWER use sex for control use power for power use money for cruelty use hate for freedom take control and keep it don't let go he was your friend she was your friend they were wrong turn against them sex, power, money, hate take control and keep it don't let go power for power power for power's sake
THUG THE ONLY REAL THING'S MISERY. SUBMISSION MEANS YOU GET MURDERED. YOU GET REVENGE WHEN YOU WAIT FOR IT. FRUSTRATED MEANS YOU'RE INSANE. HE'S A DEAD THING UNDER THE SHEET. CAUSING PAIN. SEX TURNS IMPOTENCE INTO DECAY. UNCONSCIOUS REPRESSION DEGRADES THE REAL THING. YOU CAN'T KILL A CRIMINAL NEED. YOU'RE POLLUTED WITH FEAR YOU NEED COMFORT. YOU CAN'T KILL WHAT YOU DON'T SEE. YOU CANT' THINK WHAT YOU DON'T OWN. YOU CAN'T RUB WHAT YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE. YOU DON'T GET WHAT YOU REALLY DESERVE. YOU CAN'T FIGHT IF YOU DON'T FEEL IT. OBEDIENCE PAYS IF YOU USE IT RIGHT. YOU DEGRADE YOURSELF WHEN YOU HIDE YOUR FEAR. WHEN YOU EAT YOUR PAIN YOU KEEP YOU NERVE. USE IT RIGHT. OR DON'T FEEL IT. USE IT RIGHT OR DON'T FEEL IT.
BUTCHER YOU'RE TOO CLOSE. I DON'T RECOGNIZE YOUR SMELL. YOU'RE IN THE WRONG SKIN. I DON'T RECOGNIZE YOUR SMELL. YOUR MOUTH SMELLS STRANGE. SOME PEOPLE WANT TO KILL YOU . SOME PEOPLE WANT TO FUCK YOU. WHEN YOU SAY THE WRONG WORD. YOU COULD BE SCREWING YOURSELF. WHEN YOU ACT THE WRONG WAY. WHEN YOU DO THE WRONG THING. YOU COULD BE SCREWING YOURSELF. DON'T BE A WHORE. YOU COULD BE SCREWING YOURSELF.
COP THE PUNISHMENT FITS THE CRIME. NOTHING BEATS HUMILIATION. HUMILIATION'S A DISEASE. NOTHING BEATS HUMILIATION. NOTHING BEATS THEM LIKE A COP WITH A CLUB. NOTHING BEATS THEM LIKE A COP IN JAIL. NOBODY BEATS YOUR HEAD IN LIKE A COP IN A JAIL. NOBODY HURTS YOU LIKE A COP WITH A CLUB. NOBODY RAPES YOU LIKE A COP WITH A CLUB. NOBODY BEATS YOUR BODY LIKE A COP IN JAIL. NOBODY BURNS THEIR BODY LIKE A COP. NOBODY BURNS YOUR SKIN OFF LIKE A COP IN JAIL. THE HEAT HURTS. HUMILIATION'S A DISEASE.
MONEY'S FLESH. MONEY'S FLESH IN YOUR HAND. THIS MONEY'S FLESH. THIS MONEY'S FLESH IN YOUR HAND. WHEN YOU PAY, YOUR A SERVANT. YOU DESERVE IT. YOU DESERVE IT. MONEY'S EASY TO GET OUT OF YOUR FLESH. MONEY'S EASY TO GET OUT OF YOUR FLESH. FLESH IS EASY TO GET WHEN YOU WORK FOR YOUR MONEY. FLESH IS EASY TO GET WHEN YOU WORK FOR YOUR MONEY. WHEN YOU GET PAIN:YOU DESERVE IT. WHEN YOU GET PAIN:YOU DESERVE IT. YOU DESERVE IT. YOU DESERVE IT. YOU DESERVE IT. YOU DESERVE IT.
You emote to Dralith 'poks you ear.' You tell Dralith (busy) 'i found an emote bug thats 1 tp'
Bartel roars 'I will hunt you down, Sianna!' You are prepared to do the skill. You use all your strength, and POUND a mighty blow to foe's expos ...And you turn suddenly and STRIKE again. Bartel lies breatheing heavily on the ground. Bartel coughs out 'Come on, finish me..' You say 'My pleasure.' You swing your weapon in a wide arc and hit Bartel's head from the side. His head flies far up over the walls of the arena.
The sun is high up in the sky and I'm in my car Drifting down into the abattoir Do you see what I see, dear? The air grows heavy. I listen to your breath Entwined together in this culture of death Do you see what I see, dear? Slide on over here, let me give you a squeeze To avert this unholy evolutionary trajectory Can you hear what I hear, babe? Does it make you feel afraid? Everything's dissolving, babe, according to plan The sky is on fire, the dead are heaped across the land I went to bed last night and my moral code got jammed I woke up this morning with a Frappucino in my hand I kissed you once. I kissed you again My heart it tumbled like the stock exchange Do you feel what I feel, dear? Mass extinction, darling, hypocrisy These things are not good for me Do you see what I see, dear? The line the God throws down to you and me Makes a pleasing geometry Shall we leave this place now, dear? Is there someway out of here? I wake with the sparrows and I hurry off to work The need for validation, babe, gone completely berserk I wanted to be your Superman but I turned out such a jerk I got the abattoir blues I got the abattoir blues I got the abattoir blues Right down to my shoes
Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies Like miss Boo and miss Quick He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair
Currently designing barbarian shaman class. Ideas welcome.
The people in power will not disappear voluntarily, giving flowers to the cops just isn't going to work. This thinking is fostered by the establishment; they like nothing better than love and nonviolence. The only way I like to see cops given flowers is in a flower pot from a high window. (William Burroughs (b. 1914), U.S. author. "Prisoners of the Earth Come Out," The Job: Interviews with Daniel Odier (
Come on along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Lay down in the web of the black spider I'll drink your blood like wine So come on in It ain't no sin Take off your skin And dance around your bones So come along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Anchors away with the Black Rider I'll drink your blood like wine I'll drop you off in Harlem with the Black Rider Out where the bullets shine And when you're done You cock your gun The blood will run Like ribbons in your hair So come along wit hthe Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Come on along with the Black Rider I've got just the thing for thee Come on along with the Black Rider I want your company I'll have the veal A lovely meal That's how I feel May I use your skull for a bowl Come on along with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time
It's dreamy weather where on you waved your crooked wand along an icy pond with a frozen moon murder of silhouette crows I saw in the tears on my face and the skates on the pond they spelled Alice I disappear in your name but you must wait for me somewhere beneath the sea there's a wreck of a ship your hair is like meadowgrass on the tide and the raindrops on my window and the ice in my drink baby all I can think of is Alice arithme-tic arithme-tock turn the hands back on the clock how does the ocean rock the boat? how did the razor find my throat? the only strings that hold me here are tangled up around the pier and so secret kiss brings madness with the bliss and I will think of this when I'm dead in my grave set me adrift and I'm lost in your hair and I must be insane to go skating on your name and by tracing it twice I fell though the ice of Alice there's only Alice
Session summary: Time: 22 hours 27 minutes 19 seconds Experience gained: 2262523 Experience lost: 0 Experience spent: 2164628 Gold difference: -7327.00 New areas explored: 15 Battle skill summary: Hits: 1529 Misses: 598 Parries: 1 Ripostes: 1 Stuns: 14 Criticals: 54 Dodges: 367 Tumbles: 186 Stunned Maneuvers: 3 hp: 1102 (1102)  sp: 18 (18)  ep: 85 (395) cash: 4820  exp: 556251 
If your in heaven then you'll forgive me dear cause thats what they do up there If your in hell, what can i say? You probably deserved it anyway.
Squirrel arrives from east. You bite Squirrel's tail. Squirrel leaves south.
Wompah, the massive and the mighty You shred Wompah causing a limb to fly off. You score a CRITICAL hit! Grinning diabolically you cruelly slash Wompah forcing the heart to explode and then magically implode. Because of the low amount of unidle players you receive some additional experience for your kill. Wompah exclaims 'WOMPAH WOMPAH WOMPAH!' You roar 'WOMPAH THIS WANKER!' With fierce swing you deliver a MASSIVE blow into Wompah's guts! Wompah exclaims 'WOMPAH WOMPAH WOOOoompaaaargghh....'
You are prepared to do the skill. You jump up and begin dancing around the room. You start hooting and howling loudly and begin hopping around. Then you start crashing into everything and everyone in the room. Finally, in a climax of emotion you raise your weapons in the air and shout 'FOR GROO!' You barbaric senses take over you! You headbutt your head three times rapidly in the ground and go 'GROO GROO GROO!' You exclaim 'We are HORDE!' YOU FEEL AS IF YOU WERE GROO HIMSELF!
Needed for parties (always) 1 X TARM 1 X Blaster
I didnt join this mud to become the asshole i lacked the courage to be in real life. I joined it because life is empty, and our industrial culture is meaningless, and i was looking for a better place. I wish you fitted into the second category... but i'm afraid most of you fit into the first. You should be ashamed of yourself.**
Even if you multiplied glacius 100 times.. he'd still add up to a half wit.
You tell Kohothegreat 'butti is losing his marbles' You tell Kohothegreat 'hes mentally incompetent to stand trial for any crime' Kohothegreat looks very sadly at you. You tell Kohothegreat 'its sad to see a beach ball with a carrot for a nose that has fallen so low :('
Drink is the curse of the land. It makes you fight with your neighbour. It makes you shoot at your landlord-- and it makes you miss him.
Case in point. Lets call her grandma A. Works her fifty years. Rises all the way to the bottom of the barrell. The company will let her retire only, over the years of labour, most of her vital organs have been replaced. Her family not likely to pay off the fifteen thousand mark bill. Goes to the workers court. She loses case. Repo crew enter home with warrent and remove most of grandma.
americans in the garden of paradise buying skull shaped babies with black & swollen fruit on their lips shopping cart cages & monkey children; her gods plucked like chickens & stiff with golden skin; flat & naked as fruit; bruised with alcohol & suprise, americans in the garden of paradise with coal-fires burning in their lungs breathing out the dragon that eat stars staring into their canned memories of light faceless, numberless in smoke; their eternal calculating legions, squatting under endless rain.
You tell Butti and Slowdive 'i think butti likes you' Butti tells Slowdive and you ':D' Butti tells Slowdive and you 'I´ll fuck anyone who´s hot' You tell Butti and Slowdive 'slowdives pretty hot' Butti tells Slowdive and you 'Are you' Slowdive tells Butti and you 'me hot? sure, as long as no photos are involed :)' Butti tells Slowdive and you 'Gimme a link to one .D' You tell Slowdive and Butti 'Go get some oil my friends, we got a winner'
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests I keep telling them they're out to get me They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, 'Why of course! There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!' Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all have to die
they called them hildy hally and holly.. they were their mothers children, their eyes were bright blue jewels and they were quite as a mouse there was a no laughter in the house no not for hildy hally or holly, no wonder people said poor mother joy is melancholy.. one day their came a visitor to their happy home farewell happy days, fail horros hail
the crowd is feeling you inside your head your imaginations cancelled by the opposite and very possiblity has been proved untrue wjat is your body to you? M Gira Drainlands
there was a time when joy was a hard brilliance; a figure traced in oints of air; a shape sonnected by lines of thought. now it's gone and the mountains and the sky with it, as if swallowed by a whale of darkness; it devoured everything in the world; left us a warning not to follow in its steps.
i kin smell whisky through them swinging doors of hell
When red wine has brought red ruin And the death-dance of our times, Heaven sent us Soda Water As a torment for our crimes. - GKC
If you stick a stock of liquor in your locker, It is slick to stick a lock upon your stock, Or some joker who is slicker's goingto trick you of your liquor Though you snicker you'll feel sicker from the shock. Be a piker though your clubmates mock and bicker, For like brokers round a ticker they will flock To your locker full of liquor, and your stock will vanish quicker, If you fail to lock your liquor with a lock. - Levy
Give me women, wine and snuff Until i cry out "Hold, enough!" You may do sans objection Till the day of resurrection! - Keats
It is essential to be drunk all the time. That is all: there's no other problem. If you do not want to feel the appalling weight of Time which breaks your shoulders and bends you to the ground, get drunk and drunk again. With what? Wine, Poetry, or being food please yourself. But get drunk. And if now and then, on the steps of the palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the glum loneliness of your room, you come to, your drunken state abated or dissolved,ask the wine, ask the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, ask all that runs away, all that groans, all that wheels, all that sings, all that speaks, what time it is amd the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, always get drunk! With wine, with poetry or with eing good. As you please. - Baudelaire
I wish I could drink like a lady I can take one or two at the most Three and I'm under the table Four and I'm under the host - D. P.
He is not drunk who, from the floor, Can rise again and drink some more But he is drunk who prostrate lies And cannot drink or cannot rise - E. Field
I'd be a dog, a monkey or bear Or anything but that vain animal Who is so proud of being rational. The senses are to gross, and he'll contrive A sixth, to contradict the other five, And before certain instinct will prefer Reason, which fifty times for one does err - Earl of Rochester
I'll make her feel my scorn and hate: Pelt her with sandals, truth or lies, And her poor cur with jealousied, Till I have torn him from her breech, While she whines like a dog-drawn bitch Loathed and despised, kicked out o' th' Town Into some dirty hole alone, To chew the cud of misery And know she owes it all to me.
Poor pensive lover, in this place Would frig upon his mother's face When rows of mandrakes tall did rise Whose lewd tops fucked the very skies. Each imitative branch does twine In some loved fold of Arentine, And nightly now beneath their shade Are buggeries, rapes and incests made.
You ladies all of merry England Who have been to kiss the Duchess' hand Pray, did you lately observe in the show A noble Italian called Signor Dildo? - Earl of Rochester
By all love's soft yet mighty powers It is a thing unfit That men should fuck in time of flowers Or when the smocks beshit. - Earl of Rochester