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| rageparty 123...Not so bare anymore since I got a number underneath my name again I also have an imaginary girlfriend. | posted on 11-11-2001 @ 8:44 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01  | By Rammstein (German) Du Du hast Du hast mich Du Du hast Du hast mich Du hast mich gefragt Du hast mich gefragt Und ich hab nichts gesagt Willst du bis der tod euch scheide Treu ihr sein für alle tage NEIN Willst du bis zum tod der scheide Sie lieben auch in schlechten tagen NEIN YOU HAVE (English Translation) You You have You have me You You have You have me You have asked me You have asked me You have asked me And I did not answer Will you until death aparts you forever be faithful to her? No Will you to her vagina's death Love her in bad days too? No | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 11-11-2001 @ 9:20 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Fury in the Slaughterhouse / Mono (German) the more we take the less we give that's the modern way to live and someone said live fast die young but the time runs always faster son diseases come diseases go welcome to the final show let's shake hands with plastic gloves and watch out for the last white doves and believe me baby every generation got its own disease and I've got mine so help me please believe me baby every generation got its own disease and I've got mine so help me please I think that I'm too young to die love that girl and say goodbye change the girls like underwear using bodies without care the love has gone and what we've got is sweet perfume of sex and blood and believe me baby every generation got its own disease and I've got mine so help me please believe me baby every generation got its own disease and I've got mine babe so help me please and believe me baby every generation got its own disease and I've got mine babe help me please believe me baby every generation got its own disease and I've got mine babe help me please help me please help me please help me please tell it baby every generation got its own disease and I've got mine babe help me please and I say every, every, every every generation got its own disease every, every, every every generation got its own disease  Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here AIM: SmarterChild
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| adolescentmasturbator | posted on 11-11-2001 @ 11:34 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | I prefer this International song. Arise, ye wretched of the earth, For Justice thunders condemnation, A better world's in birth. No more tradition's chain shall bind us. Arise, ye slaves; No more in thrall! The earth shall rise on new foundations, We have been naught, we shall be all. Refrain: 'Tis the final conflict, Let each stand in his place, The International Party Shall be the human race. We want no condescending saviours, To rule us from a judgment hall; We workers ask not for their favors, Let us consult for all. To make the thief disgorge his booty To free the spirit from its cell, We must ourselves decide our duty, We must decide and do it well. The law oppresses us and tricks us. Taxation drains the victim's blood; The rich are free from obligations, The laws the poor delude. Too long we've languished in subjection, Equality has other laws: "No rights," says she, "without their duties, No claim on equals without cause." Behold them seated in their glory, The kings of mine and rail and soil! What have you read in all their story, But how they plundered toil? Fruits of the people's toil are buried In the strong coffers of a few; In voting for their restitution, The men will only ask their due. Toilers from shops and fields united, The party we of all who work; The earth belongs to us, the people, No room here for the shirk! How many on our flesh have flattened! But if the noisome birds of prey Shall vanish from the sky some morning, The blessed sunlight still will stay.  Resident Board Socialist IM me at stickysituation2 | ||||
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