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[Jun. 19th, 2006|01:12 am] |
I just saw an infomercial on terrorist attacks
that was fuckin retahded.
In case of terrorist attack, go to gun store and shoot the bastards. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2006|11:22 am] |
Watch them run, watch them fall,
Watch them try to catch a ball, olympics
At the special olympics.
Watch them laugh, watch them drool,
Watch them fall into the pool, that's diving.
At the special olympics.
And I know full well, that I will burn in hell,
But those guys playing wheelchair basketball gotta be about the funniest freakin' thing I've ever seen in my life,
At the special olympics.
Verse Two
Kid with downs wins the race, even though he stood in place, olympics.
At the special...olympics.
'Round his neck, gold medals hung.
Resting on his giant tongue, olympics.
That's the special olympics.
But I kid when I sing, cause these games are a beautiful thing.
Okay, really, I'm just avoiding karma, cause I know my children are going to be born crippled and blind and until I'm retired I'm going to spend all my time,
at the special olympics. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 31st, 2006|11:09 am] |
I'm freaky Stylely and I'm proud.
L'amore e(with apostrophe on top) l'amore
Ciao
Pa mi amore vero, Io ti voglio.
Io ti biso mi amore. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 25th, 2006|11:11 am] |
I'm growing my hair.
in a year or so.
Long hair.
^.^ |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 28th, 2005|05:08 pm] |
If you see this
It means I really dislike you.
:D |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 4th, 2005|11:05 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Lamb Of God- As the Palaces Burn!!!! | ] |
-Need Title, Work in Progress-
Lost, are your foot-steps overhead
Step into darkness
Plain are the stars we see tonight
As we fall right into spite.
Like a child who's run away
And won't be coming
Back
Like an angel lighting sky
You won't see the big lie
Try to lose my mind
Try rid of life
I'm gonna loose my mind
An endless array of life
Why I chose this life
This Superficial lie
Constant compromise
An Endless Sacrifice
You're so far away
And so alone
I long for you
To keep me sane
You keep me whole
Try to stay alive
Til I hear your voice
I'm gonna lose my mind
Someone tell me
Why
I chose this life
Thie superficial life
Moments wasted
Isolated
Endless Sacrifice.
New song, Have down the guitar, Need title for it, Considering Through Eye's.
The solo to this song.
Is Amazing. I astonish myself.
On a fateful moonlight night
The days waned away
simply sighting her in my daze
I seemed to feel
Whole
Through her eyes I seem to feel
A sort of new longing
Chase away our desire
Of skin and our pyre.
Like an angel crossed my mind.
A simple laid out spy
Steal my thoughts
and run away
it seemed to be that way.
As the years kept passing by
I catch a glimpse
Of your sudden smile
wardened by your eyes.
I had nothing to loose then
I chased you there
I held you bold
Through your eyes
I saw
My life with passion
Through your eyes I saw but I
In your arms and in your
grasp
You became my biggest need
you still wane at me
Through your eye's
I seem to find
Our love's Passion
Entwined.
Ale your my biggest critic,
So if your there anywhere.
I'd like to hear your thoughts on this.
Tank ju! ^__^ |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 2nd, 2005|08:04 pm] |
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| |  creative | ] |
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| | Fuck her in the brain- A nutmeg between a shrew. | ] |
Jonny- Remember kids, if you see an emo child shoot him or her in the face and end our misery.
Me- ?! lmfao.
Jonny- hey they say they wanna die so give em what they want.
Me- True...
Jesus Christ- Hey guys have you seen my yamaca anywhere.
!!!?!???!!
Where jesus come from?
Hm anyway, I've been playing at some shows and stuff, quite fun ^__^
And what else uhm...
Life's le good.
and...
I'm gonna go. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|11:17 am] |
Oh and orgy's
Orgy's are awesome. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|11:15 am] |
Got power last night at exactly 1:50 A.M. eastern time.
I've never had so much fun in my life.
I want the power to go back off.
There's nothing like hanging with your friends getting drunk and doing it again
And pool hoppin at 8 in the night.
Especially runnin from the cops.
^__^ |
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| In my opinion it's the best rap song ever. By Sage Francis. |
[Oct. 23rd, 2005|07:09 pm] |
Th-the devil,
Th-th-the devil,
The devil only exists because of your belief in him,
Same goes for that other guy,
I believe the sun is simply reflecting the shine from the moon (word?)
Stealing its spotlight, they'll have a cockfight at noon,
To settle their differences,
At midnight, rematch,
To stir up their similarities on turntables,
That chicken scratch proved to be unreadable,
The determining factor in who gets the pitch to control the tides,
No one decides a victor unless they give a fair listen to both the sides,
We're low-lives,
We go blind jerking off to the eclipse,
The sun was pulling cheap shots doing commercial body tricks,
Behind the back,
Under the leg,
I think he even did a headspin,
On a crossfader that sounded whack,
But looked excellent,
All of the sudden it gets dim,
The crater face steps in,
Puts mexican drumbreaks on the Technics,
He's like "Let's begin",
He conducted an orchestra so dope the sun started sweatin' him,
I guess he'd expected to win on pure artistic merit,
Composing complex plays with nothin but soundbytes,
Burned out the lights,
Made MCs too self conscious quit the master mics,
For a thousand nights,
It continued without a single slip up,
Except once the record skipped,
But it kinda sounded cool,
And fit within the rhythm he was juggling,
Poly-rhythms out of country western albums spinning,
It is plain that he had come to win,
But as always due to corrupt judging,
They drew a tie,
Now it's do or die.
The sun was like,
no no no,
The moon was like,
go go go,
And when the sun was chosen,
I came to the conclusion,
This guy doesn't know what he's doin'.
God's not a woman,
He's a big white guy in the sky,
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes,
He doesn't cry for us,
But when he does,
It's cause he's drunk,
(Say What?),
God's not a woman,
He's a big white guy in the sky,
And the deserts are reflections of his eyes,
He doesn't cry for us,
But when he does,
It's cause he's drunk,
And he's always fucked up,
Bottoms up,
God's not a woman,
He's a bitch.
Th-the devil,
Th-th-the devil,
This is one hand clapping alone,
This is the smallest violin,
Run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem,
The devil is the fucking white man,
This is one hand clapping alone,
This is the smallest violin,
Run rabbit when they fight to kill your baddest poem,
The white man (the white man).
(Th-th-the devil) |
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| yet another song |
[Oct. 23rd, 2005|04:01 pm] |
Dressed to kill, you look so right
I am drunk with lust tonight
Your wounds are opening wide
And they might be just my size
Now I'm afraid of open water
But I often bathe in sin
Let's be honest, you know you shouldn't bother
'Cuz with me, it's impossible to win
Dressed to kill, you look so right
I am drunk with lust tonight
Your wounds are opening wide
And they might be just...
There was always
Warmth between us
There was always
Warmth between us
Dressed to kill, you look so right
I am drunk with lust tonight
Your wounds are opening wide
And they might be just my size
Just my size, just my size
Just my size, just my size
Just my size, just my size
Just my size, just my size
Just my size. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 20th, 2005|03:50 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | creative | ] |
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| | Chop Suey Fuckers! | ] |
I'm bored.
Started The Majestic Master Of Mayhem Once Again.
And in all sincerity, I'm just bored of lj.
And I never have time to talk about what's happened anyway.
So.
Ta. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 17th, 2005|11:17 am] |
Does anyone know where I can buy Sunflowers and lotus' blossoms?
Because tomorrow's a special day and I need to know.
Now! |
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| Upon my psyche I uncover this. |
[Oct. 17th, 2005|11:00 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | Artsy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | A Cadence and Matching Prose to all. | ] |
Peace
Death
War
Anachronism
Chaos
Tranquility
Love
Laughter
Slaughter
Divination
The Left Hand
The Right Hand
Of God
Atheism
Destruction
Malevolent
Devotion
Fidelity
Lust
Power
Divine
Beauty
Hearts
Lost
Soul's
Genocide
Prestidigitation
Sleighted
Hearts
Have been
Found
and
Lost
Paradox
Of your World
In the End
We Are All
Alive.
If You Don't Understand The Song About To Come Then Your A Fucking Idiot.
On a far away island
Of salamasond
Yertle the turtle
Was king of the pond
A nice little pond
It was clean it was neat
The water was warm
There was plenty to eat
Until one day
The king of them all
Decided the kingdom
He ruled was too small
I’m a ruler of all that I see
But I don’t see enough
And that’s the trouble with me
With this stone for a throne
I am too low down
I cannot look down
Upon the places beyond
So yertle the turtle king
Lifted his hand
And yertle the turtle king
Lifted his hand
He ordered all the turtles
Onto one another’s back
He piled them high
Into a ten turtle stack
I’m yertle the turtle
The things I now rule
I’m king of a cow
I’m king of a mule
Then down from below
In the great turtle stack
Came a burp from a plain
Little turtle named mack
Just part of the throne
This burpin’ little turtle
Looked up and said ’i beg
Your pardon king yertle’
I’ve pains in my back
My shoulders and my knees
How long must we stand
Here your majesty
’silence !’ the king of the
Turtles barked back
To the bad burpin’
Little turtle named mack
I’m yertle the turtle
Oh marvelous me for
I am ruler of all that I see |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 12th, 2005|08:18 pm] |
True beauty shines from the soul and warms the world with its kindness, compassion , and integrity."
End Quote- |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 10th, 2005|12:22 am] |
brings tears to me eyes -sniffs-
| You Are a Freedom Rocker! | 
You're stuck in the 70s - for better or worse
Crazy hair, pot soaked clothes, and tons of groupies
Your kind showed the world how to rock
Is that freedom rock?... Well turn it up man! |
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| These Songs reveal My Italian side, dont understand..oh well. |
[Oct. 9th, 2005|12:08 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | oh yeah. | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Look up and see foo'! | ] |
I like it It's cute ^__^
Now please don't be afraid of the chorus.
I apologize to all who where offended...riight lol.
This song is called
My Minds Momentary Madness.
Chorus
Sex! Sex!
Sex! Sex! Sex!
Sex!
Coming to me in the dead of night
open her legs, she's real tight
stick her, schizzum make her
Grab and take her
Cumming around there's no feeling better
"Repeat Chorus"
^__^
Having fun?
Twisting around to the sexual sounds
taking her down, hump on the ground
Kiss her, bite her
Fuck her in there
Make her scream
she's medium rare
Repeat Chorus Yet Again.
Rolling around to the screams and the shouts
fallin down make her drown
Mount her fuck her
go spread her legs out
put the rod all the way down
kickin screaming all around cumming
make her moan til she's about to blow
Repeat Chorus For Good Luck
and say last line
Down Down Down
I will Fuck your brains out
I said Down down!
My sincerest apologies to all those who felt violated in any way.
But yo be frank, I could give a shit what you think about it.
Cause, It sounds badass when you play it.
Now there's another one that larry and me wrote but do you have the stomach for it?
It's called well
She's Got It
She got lips
the hips
the ass and tits
so damn good you'll give her tips (XD i thought that was funny)
she's got style
her walk
the way she talks
so damn good she'll suck your cock (hmmm..intresting prospect here)
her hair
her eyes
Between her legs I lie
So damn good I think I'm gonna cry
Chorus!
Cause she's the hottest girl (we we're drunk when we wrote this)
That I ever knew ( oh real drunk)
ANd If i had a dollar
I'd buy some glue
FOr I can be eternally
Stuck To you (aaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww just take me)
Verse 2!!(I sang this, rather kinda rapped it, it sounded good)
her lips her hips
her ass and tits
her style her walk
the way she talks
her hair her eyes
her legs and thighs
Without you babe
I'd drop dead and Die(Yes I could'nt help it I had to be hopeless!)
And then it's just me and larry singing she's got it and jamming and laughing and throwing stuff around.
I fell off the bed straight into the cabinet.
^__^ |
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| Hm, An Original Composition from the mind of a lunatic(Moi ^__^) |
[Oct. 5th, 2005|11:31 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  Whoa.. | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | OH ooh Oaah!! | ] |
So yes, Ronalds and eddy's lyrics and beautiful and truthful whilst mine are...just my own let's just leave at that so in honor of my individuality i have written a song I love very much right now.
SO LOVE IT!
Cause then I'll be all sad...
AND YOU GUYS MADE ME SOUND MOODY IN THE REVIEW!
WTF?!
IM NOT MOODY!
I'm just ecocentric!
Big word :D
Remember Eddy we have to pass out dictionaries and thesourases in our shows.
Cause We're cool like that.
Enjoy the song I deem
BLACK EYED BLONDE
Pumpin’ the blood through the heart of new orleans
She’s the mystic heat of the bourbon street dream
She’s just made out of flesh and bones
But let me tell you little boy
You better leave her alone
Leroy brown thought he was bad too
’till she left him floatin’ in the old bayou
She’s the kind of girl
She’s built like a bomb
She’s the blackeyed blackeyed
Blackeyed blonde, get down !
That blackeyed beauty with the golden crotch
French electric sex a cock shocking swamp fox
Heaten queen of sleeze she’s hot to box
But let me tell you little boy
She’ll clean your clock
A slick and sly spy
Stuck in the muck of the moat
Blew his mind to find a diamond in the boat
Double-o-dooms day for mr. james bond
She’s the blackeyed blackeyed
Blackeyed blonde, get down !
Hope you loved it.
...you better have...
WHY AM I THE MOODY ONE!?
EH!?
IM NOT MOODY!
It can be clinically proven too
"Kibbles and Bitch by niglet
In stores now.."
Ah summer memories
and chris aint sexy damn psh please honestly..
My lyrics say it all man
MY lyrics say who's the sexiest.
And and That's me. :D
^.^
I'm so bored
And Guy's Read this song, and like it says, If you see me gettin high, knock me down.
Never to soon to be through
being cool too much too soon
too much for me too much for you
you're gonna loose in time
don't be afraid to show your friends
that you hurt inside inside
pain's part of life don't hide behind your false pride
it's a lie your lie
If you see me getting mighty
if you see me getting high
knock me down
i'm not larger than life
i'm tired of being untouchable
i'm not above the love
i'm part of you and your part of me
why did you go away
Finding what you're looking for
can end up being such a bore
i pray for you every day
my love's with you now fly away
if you see me getting mighty
if you see me getting high
knock me down
im not larger than life
if you see me getting mighty
if you see me getting high
knock me down
im not larger than life
its so lonely when you don't even Know yourself its so lonely |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 3rd, 2005|03:56 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | oh yeah... | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | SEX!!!!!RAP!!!!!! | ] |
Ok...so...like Sir psycho Sexy's back
I hate it when you guys are right.
-___-
And now a personal Favorite by the RHCP:
Time to swing a little melody
To make you all feel something sexually
And now we’re gonna get it on in the groove
The groove that makes those smooth hips move
We are pumpin’ that drivin’ bad rythm
To make those pretty little pussy lips schism
Kissum kissum kissum
In the mind is one design
To make you feel fine
Suckin’ on mine with a 69
I’m inclined to fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck your brains out
For the moment, come on now, make her shout
Pump that leman ’till it pouts
Open your legs to the sensual sound
With the beauty of the beat on your pretty wet mound
I can tell you’re like a horny bloodhound
Feel the bass, hug the ground
Just drop your knees and come unbound
And now you make your mouth to get on down
Our lust for notes will boil your blood
When they slither and slide on under your hood
Makin’ me shoot my power packed pud
Like a wild lady lovin’ a viable stud
Because of what is know as a juicy wet pud
Gettin’ it gettin’ it gettin’ it good
In my head, as a hellified hum
I take to rubbin’ her on the bum
Adjust the lips some on the tongue
With my thumb I strum her plum
Start to make her orgasm
Tastes a little bit like, ooh, how rum
Well I like to make her cum
To the rythm of the drums
Make cum, make cum, cum!!!
And by the way eddy, I would very much like the lyrics to the song i gave you online, you know..the one with lunatics on pogo sticks...Oh yeah
Bbust My britchesss
Blesss mah soul
Ima freak a nature
Awalkin totem pole. |
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