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Mon 4 Aug, 2003 09:12 pm
Every Rose has it's thorn
Every Dog has it's day
- Rock Ballad
and the sun don't shine on the same dog's arse all the time.
See, NNY? Haven't alienated me yet.
Oh ye of little faith.
- Yes I know, contradictory, People with nihilistic tendencies lose all the COOL sayings.
I'm a HE bOgoWogus!
look at the avatar! It's a Johnny, a homicidal maniac.
Now I will make brain explody on you when I go to HeaVen.
It's about Rock Ballads and things you find under the kitchen sink!
(now in a voice that is like where that guy in the movie yell PAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRTY HOUUUUUUUSE!)
Plopity Doff
I'll have what you're having, NNY.
love, requited to the nth degree
I had sunflower seeds at night
a touch of corn today
spread my cheeks deep and wide,
food came through on the other side!
Food came through on the other side!
-Attrib. to The Doors
Letty, NNT?
CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE
Do you think that some people that are actually robots that are living among us?
No we don't have the technology yet, but Rage, do this:
Every now and then bend it. One song in the bank.
Anybody could have wrote it.
But who did? ME!
yeah but...
Who put the bendy in it?
Ah F____ you did ah man!
HA
Hi Im new to this thread I was attracted by the essence of nonsense contained within these posts!
I used to be the Queen of Quotes.
Ho hum.
No further comment.
Here you go....you probably know it already...but THIS is a TRUE rock ballad....
DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS
Disturbed
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
You mother get up
You ****** get up
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes (oh no)
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me
(And when I dream)
No mommy, don't do it again
Don't do it again
I'll be a good boy
I'll be a good boy, I promise
No mommy don't hit me
Why did you have to hit me like that
Why did you have to be such a bitch
Why don't you,
Why don't you **** off and die
Why can't you just **** off and die
Why can't you just leave here and die
Never stick your hand in my face again bitch
**** YOU
I don't need this ****
You stupid sadistic abusive ******* whore
How would you have to see how it feels mommy
Here it comes, get ready to die
'Disturbed'.....
You're the best, cav! :wink:
(I love that song!)
oops, did I get nihilistic, Freudian, Nietzschian, or just plain Ian? Did you hear the story about how Ian met Ism? Maybe I'll tell it one day.