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| adolescentmasturbator | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 11:52 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01  |  Something has to change Undeniable dilemma. Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear Constant over stimulation numbs me and I wouldn't have it any other way It's not enough I need more Nothing seems to satisfy I don't want it I just need it To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive Finger deep within the borderline Show me that you love me and that we belong together Relax, turn around and take my hand I can help you change tired moments into pleasure Say the word and we'll be well upon our way Blend and balance pain and comfort deep within you till you will not have me any other way It's not enough I need more Nothing seems to satisfy I don't want it I just need it To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive Knuckle deep inside the borderline This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to Relax, Slip away Something kinda sad about the way that things have come to be Desensitized to everything What became of subtlety? How can it mean anything to me if I really don't feel anything at all? I'll keep digging till I feel something Elbow deep inside the borderline. Show me that you love me and that we belong together Shoulder deep within the borderline Relax, turn around and take my hand  E-Mail Me IM me at stickysituation2 This message was edited by adolescentmasturbator on 4-23-01 @ 11:56 AM | ||||
| FeelMyFunBags | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 12:58 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | There's a shadow just behind me, Shrouding every breath I take, Making every promise empty, Pointing every finger at me. Waiting like a stalking butler Who upon the finger rests. Murder now the path called "must we" Just before the son has come. Jesus, won't you fucking whistle Something but the past and done? Why can we not be sober? I just want to start this over. Why can't we drink forever. I just want to start things over. I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile. I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well. I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave, I will work to elevate you Just enough to bring you down. Trust me. Mother Mary won't you whisper Something but what's past and done. Trust me. I want what I want.  How I'm craving you, yeah! Every time I'm near you I always want to swallow you down I'll be right here if ya' need me In my life, I'll need you here, don't ask why I'll never disappear | ||||
| FeelMyFunBags | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 1:01 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | JIMMY What was it like to see The face of your own stability Suddenly look away Leaving you with the dead and hopeless? Eleven and she was gone. Eleven is when we waved good-bye. Eleven is standing still, Waiting for me to free him By coming home. Moving me with a sound. Opening me within a gesture. Drawing me down and in, Showing me where it all began, Eleven. It took so long to realize that You hold the light that's been leading me back home. Under a dead ohio sky, Eleven has been and will be waiting, Defending his light, And wondering... Where the hell have I been? Sleeping, lost, and numb. So glad that I have found you. I am wide awake and heading home. Hold your light, Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step By inch by loaded memory. I'll move to heal As soon as pain allows so we can Reunite and both move on together. Hold your light, Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step By inch by loaded memory 'Till one and one are one, eleven, So glow, child, glow. I'm heading back home. How I'm craving you, yeah! Every time I'm near you I always want to swallow you down I'll be right here if ya' need me In my life, I'll need you here, don't ask why I'll never disappear | ||||
| adolescentmasturbator | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 1:14 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Choices always were a problem for you. What you need is someone strong to guide you. Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow, hat you need is someone strong to use you.. like me, like me. If u want to get your soul to heaven, trust in me. Don't judge or question. You are broken now , but faith can heal you. Just do everything I tell you to do. Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow. Let me lay my holy hand upon you. My Gods will becomes me. When he speaks out, he speaks through me. He has needs like I do. We both want to rape you. Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life. Open my eyes and blind me with your light and your lies. E-Mail Me IM me at stickysituation2 This message was edited by adolescentmasturbator on 4-23-01 @ 1:26 PM | ||||
| Cactus Sack | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 2:53 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Forty-Six & 2 My shadow's Shedding skin and I've been picking Scabs again. I'm down Digging through My old muscles Looking for a clue. I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own confused And insecure delusions For a piece to cross me over Or a word to guide me in. I wanna feel the changes coming down. I wanna know what I've been hiding in My shadow. Change is coming through my shadow. My shadow's shedding skin I've been picking My scabs again. I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own chaotic And insecure delusions. I wanna feel the change consume me, Feel the outside turning in. I wanna feel the metamorphosis and Cleansing I've endured within My shadow Change is coming. Now is my time. Listen to my muscle memory. Contemplate what I've been clinging to. Forty-six and two ahead of me. I choose to live and to Grow, take and give and to Move, learn and love and to Cry, kill and die and to Be paranoid and to Lie, hate and fear and to Do what it takes to move through. I choose to live and to Lie, kill and give and to Die, learn and love and to Do what it takes to step through. See my shadow changing, Stretching up and over me. Soften this old armor. Hoping I can clear the way By stepping through my shadow, Coming out the other side. Step into the shadow. Forty six and two are just ahead of me.  | ||||
| adolescentmasturbator | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 3:02 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | GERMAN Die Eier von Satan Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch Ein halbes Pfund Butter Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker Ein halbes Pfund Mehl Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse Ein wenig extra Staubzucker ... und keine Eier In eine Schüssel geben Butter einrühren Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und Den Teig verkneten Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen Im Staubzucker wälzen und Sagt die Zauberwörter Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und KEINE EIER Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und Keine Eier .. ENGLISH The Eggs/Balls of Satan Half a cup of powdered sugar One quarter teaspoo salt One knifetip Turkish hash Half a pound butter One teaspoon vanilla-sugar Half a pound flour 150 g ground nuts A little extra powdered sugar ... and no eggs Place in a bowl Add butter Add the ground nuts and Knead the dough Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough Roll in the powdered sugar and say the Magic Words: "Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim" Place on a greased baking pan and Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes ...AND NO EGGS Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes ...and no eggs. E-Mail Me IM me at stickysituation2 | ||||
| Sean Cold 3:16 | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 3:11 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay. Fret for your figure and Fret for your latte and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your lawsuit and Fret for your prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car. It's a Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay. Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits. Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will cuz I sure could use a vacation from this Silly shit, stupid shit... One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied. Learn to swim. Mom's gonna fix it all soon. Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be. Learn to swim. Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. Learn to swim. Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses. Learn to swim. Cuz I'm praying for rain And I'm praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Mom please flush it all away. I wanna watch it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away. Time to bring it down again. Don't just call me pessimist. Try and read between the lines. I can't imagine why you wouldn't Welcome any change, my friend. I wanna see it all come down. suck it down. flush it down.  Get On The Plank Fuck!!!!! | ||||
| adolescentmasturbator | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 3:16 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Eulogy He had alot to say. He had alot of nothing to say. We'll miss him. So long. We wish you well. You told us how you weren't afraid to die. Well then, so long. Don't cry. Or feel too down. Not all martyrs see divinity. But at least you tried. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice that was strong and loud. We'll miss him. Ranting and pointing his finger At everything but his heart. We'll miss him. No way to recall What it was that you had said to me, Like I care at all. So loud. You sure could yell. You took a stand on every little thing And so loud. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice so strong and loud and I Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so Eager to identify with Someone above the ground, Someone who seemed to feel the same, Someone prepared to lead the way, with Someone who would die for me. Will you? Will you now? Would you die for me? Don't you fuckin lie. Don't you step out of line. Don't you fuckin lie. You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy? You had alot to say. You had alot of nothing to say. Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr. To ascend you must die. You must be crucified For your sins and your lies. [sic] Goodbye... E-Mail Me IM me at stickysituation2 This message was edited by adolescentmasturbator on 4-23-01 @ 3:19 PM | ||||
| Banana_juice | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 4:06 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Prison Sex It took so long to remember just what happened. I was so young and vestal then, you know it hurt me, but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive even if signs seem to tell me otherwise. I've got my hands bound, my head down , my eyes closed, and my throat wide open. Do unto others what has been done to you I'm treading water, I need to sleep a while. My lamb and martyre, you look so precious. Won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you. I need you to feel this, I can't stand to burn too long. Released in this sodomy. For one sweet moment I am whole. Do unto you now what has been done to me. You're breathing so I guess you're still alive even if signs seem to tell me otherwise. Won't you come just a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you. I need you to feel this. I need this to make me whole. There's release in this sodomy. For I am your witness that blood and flesh can be trusted. And only this one holy medium brings me piece of mind. Got your hands bound, your head down, your eyes closed. You look so precious now. I have found some kind of temporary sanity in this shit blood and cum on my hands. I've come round full circle. My lamb and martyr, this will be over soon. You look so precious. proud graduate of Newbie University. Honor Student of Lord Magus's class. E-Mail Me | ||||
| adolescentmasturbator | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 4:12 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Hooker with a Penis I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and New tattoos that claimed that he Was OGT, From '92, The first EP. And in between Sips of Coke He told me that He thought We were sellin' out, Layin' down, Suckin' up To the man. Well now I've got some A-dvice for you, little buddy. Before you point the finger You should know that I'm the man, And if I'm the man, Then you're the man, and He's the man as well so you can Point that fuckin' finger up your ass. All you know about me is what I've sold you, Dumb fuck. I sold out long before you ever heard my name. I sold my soul to make a record, Dip shit, And you bought one. So I've got some Advice for you, little buddy. Before you point your finger You should know that I'm the man, If I'm the fuckin' man Then you're the fuckin' man as well So you can Point that fuckin' finger up your ass. All you know about me is what I've sold you, Dumb fuck. I sold out long before you ever heard my name. I sold my soul to make a record, Dip shit, And you bought one. All you read and Wear or see and Hear on TV Is a product Begging for your Fatass dirty Dollar So...Shut up and Buy my new record Send more money Fuck you, buddy. E-Mail Me IM me at stickysituation2 | ||||
| Sloatsburgh | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 4:28 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus. Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........ This is necessary. Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........ This is necessary. This is necessary. Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........ This is necessary. This is necessary. Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........ Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on........ It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.  "I use you for good board I'm not your friend" Guided by Dryblood. | ||||
| adolescentmasturbator | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 4:45 PM | | |||
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| American Fing Psycho | posted on 04-23-2001 @ 7:52 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Pick up this months Modern Drummer its got an articale with Dana Carey on it talkin about the new album. Shits phat. Props to Pantera "Hey i never said I was a good drunk" "I don't hate the seals. I just hate the enjoyment they give to people." Bachman | ||||
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