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| GonzoStyle | posted on 02-06-2002 @ 5:49 PM |    | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70  | (Radiohead) Wake from your sleep And dry all your tears Today we escape We escape Pack and get dressed Before your father hears us Before all Hell breaks loose Breathe, keep breathing Don't loose your nerve Breathe, keep breathing I can't do this alone Sing us a song A song to keep us warm There's such a chill Such a chill You can laugh A spineless laugh We hope your rules and wisdom choke you Now we are one In everlasting peace We hope that you choke, that you choke We hope that you choke, that you choke We hope that you choke, that you choke  I'm Deep Inside Your Children. They Will Betray You In MY Name. | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 02-06-2002 @ 6:47 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | You know he got the cure...but then he went astray He used to stay awake To drive the dreams he had away He wanted to believe In the hands of love... His head it felt heavy As he cut across the land A dog started crying Like a broken hearted man At the howling wind... The howling wind. He went deeper into black Deeper into white...he could see The stars shine Like nails in the night He felt the healing Healing, healing, healing Hands of love Like the stars shiny, shiny... From above He put his hands in the pocket His finger on the steel The pistol weighed heavy His heart he could feel Was beating, beating beating, beating oh my love Oh my love, oh my love Oh my love. He saw the hands that build Could also pull down... The hands of love  This space for sale. | ||||
| Rommel | posted on 02-07-2002 @ 11:13 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | There are those who think that life is nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance. A planet of playthings, We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot conceive. "The stars aren't aligned Or the gods are malign"- Blame is better to give than receive. You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide, you still haven't made a choice. You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose Free Will. There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand, The cards were stacked against them- they weren't born in lotus-land. All preordained- A prisoner in chains- A victim of venomous fate. Kicked in the face, You can't pray for a place In heaven's unearthly estate. Each of us- A cell of awareness- Imperfect and incomplete. Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet.  | ||||
| Norton's Victim | posted on 02-07-2002 @ 11:25 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 02 | by Pearl Jam Lives opened and trashed. "Look ma, watch me crash." No time to question why nothing lasts. Grasp and hold on, we're dying fast. Soon be over and I will relent. Let the ocean swell, dissolve 'way my past. Three days, maybe longer. Won't even know I've left. Under your tongue I'm like a tab. I will give you what you're not supposed to have. Under my breath I swear by sin. For better or for worse, at best we began. Let the sun climb, burn 'way my mask. Three days, maybe longer. Shed my skin at last. Shed, shed... Let the sun shine burn 'way my mask. Three days and maybe longer. Won't ever find me here. Let the ocean dissolve way my past. Four days and not much longer...let my spirit pass. This is my last exit.  The Rules of being Steve: 1) Be desireless 2) Be excellent 3) Be gone -The Tao of Steve | ||||
| RapeFantasizer One Chocolate Chip Cookie CUNT ROCKETTE | posted on 02-08-2002 @ 5:02 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 01 | Damnit, I thought this thread was gonna be about good songs to have anal to. I LOVE THE MORON | ||||
| Sir Okonkwo | posted on 02-08-2002 @ 5:15 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jun. 01 | quote: Say you're dead and gone, I'll fuck your anal cunt A lifeless piece of flesh, I'll molest you if I want You're my feast, your soul has gone away But your tight anal cunt is what I'll fuck today Just another dead fuck, it means nothing to me Shit on my prick, another bloody treat Anal cunt, anal cunt Dead to the world You'll be my fuck boy You'll be my anal girl Anal cunt, anal cunt Your life has gone away Now it's time to celebrate So what, your dead, big fucking deal Another bloody corpse for me to make my meal Nobody cares about you anyway Your dead anal cunt will be my fuck today As you lay on the ground at my feet I'll rape your dead ass, penetrating deep  FTL is not to blame for this abomination of a sig pic. | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 02-08-2002 @ 3:36 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | quote: Swollen with liquid Ready to burst A load of my lymph Will quench this dead body's thirst One month in the grave twisted and half decayed She turned a putrid yellow I pissed in her maggot filled asshole Fucking the rotting My semen is bleeding The smell of decay Seeps from her genital cavity The smell was unbearable As I unburied her I cum blood from my erection I feel it run down her throat, swallow Eyes glassy and vacant body dug up to play with Skin greasy and naked tonguing her rotted anus I need a live woman to fill with my fluid A delicate girl, to mutilate, fuck and kill her body exceptional she thought I was normal but I wanted more I came blood inside of her choking on the clot gagging on the snot gushing blood, from her mouth bloody gel leaking out Body buried in a shallow grave Unmarked for none to find The sickness I have left behind Undetected go my crimes The greatest thrill of my life Violent, climax Serging serum on my skin Back from the dead I am resurrected to spew, putrefaction I'm Deep Inside Your Children. They Will Betray You In MY Name. | ||||
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