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deci unde bem sampania aia?
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horror vacui.
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criswell - soul ruler of the underworld
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Roswell-The UFO UnCoverup :alien:
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take me to your leader, cheering with tears of joy
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well, any man with a microphone can tell you what he loves the most.
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all I need is one mic
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all i need is a gun... for myself.
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Originally Posted by Nae:
Dont be so selfish, share the bullet with ur friends ... Tampla la tampla, ca in Oldboy, sa ne petreaca plumbu'... sa simtim ca ne trece si noua ceva prin creier (cum ar spune amica noastra Marge) daca ar avea talent |
"sfat: stilurile pot fi aplicate imediat textului aplicat."
or smth. |
si totusi nu schimba nimic, totul ramane si se cicatrizeaza.
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and you do go on from here...
how does the perfect man fall now? |
some things are better left untouched, cause humans have no right to enter them.
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a revolution proved nothing to nobody over carrying merely the flag and the screams. nor will a Signature, or a Mirror-suprised-body. Jamais. nehmen Sie nicht ein Foto von uns, um Nähe zu demonstrieren, weil dieses Pferd nur vom Holz gebildet wurde.
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some things make a man what he is... others simply take it away from him, leave him roadless and full of despair. may the truly pure be the first to hurl their bolders over the man that caused sufference over his equals.
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(gen iisus sau madalina?)
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may oyu all enter the depths of true knowledge sometime soon or nevermind
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in the the name of poe and in the fabulous voice of vincent price... nevermore!
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not to mention the turbovampiregrizzlybellydancer. (mie imi place foaaarte mult personajul ala, so there).
Completely baffled by a backward indication That an inspired word will come across . |
Hands moving upward to propel the situation
Have simply halted And now the conversation's done so... are you full of that guy called satan? |
huh?
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Originally Posted by obvious:
jesus and satan sitting in a boat.... |
in a tree! k-i-s-s-i--n-g.
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si tweek!
then comes tweek with a coffee-induced-seizure. (that is way to much pressure!!!) http://chownkey.free.fr/personnages/tweek.jpg |
pressure disturbed cyber-aliens with xtra sized pricks in search of eliberation of speech
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hooked on mcdonald's frenchfries and having come up with new ways to squeeze those nasty perverted cats for extra-potency-cat-juice-enhanced microprocessors.
sau poate ca nu. |
oh well... microprocessor infested vital nutrition source: beef has lately started to baffle me with its metallic after_______________________
taste |
maybe because of the constant rabid strippers and their natural tendency.
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just a trick... diying on repeat sau la reluare
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nope. gen rabbit in your headlight video. i'm still working on that...trick.
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gen squirrel in your truck headlights running 80 on a freeway, sa vezi ce s-a ascuns squirrelboy supt cauciuk...oops! he did it again
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Can ye spare some cotter, me brothers?
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aaa...me old love bringeth she.cloooockwork...
"he's ready for looooove" |
are you ready for love?!
IS THIS IT? |
yes.it is.
quoting... |
and in the end... :sick:
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gut(en) Appetit
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How does newness come into the world?
Rushdie. Versetele satanice. |
:love: have to luv the book.
to be born again, first you have to die |
to live is to die is to live is to die is to live...
some ten talented people once had faith in that... on stage. |
none of them survived? :lol:
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oh, survived alright.
they've simply got off stage... |
out of sight out of mind
pretty much the same |
in my very humble opinion.. second is worse. since one does it by itself, to his expense, encouraged that way only by ethereal thingies.
pro-choice sucks in certain fields of application. nevertheless, let's not descend into being melodramatic. cheers! |
melodramatic frog waiting for the princess within to be unleashed... to rumble grrrrr
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Und Gott erschrak in seiner Einsamkeit...
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mich begreife null...
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mich begreife froschgott :P .. ho bah germanofililor! :D
@16mm ala-i rilke, doamna, nu-l subestimati va rog ;) |
Y asi amo yo
con rimas tan torcidas buscando disonancias Pa'mi nueva cancion Y hasta que yo te quiera Que quieres que te cante? |
Llorando
De cara a la pared Se apaga la ciudad Llorando Y no hay mas Muero quizas A donde estas? Sonando Sin respirar Te quiero amar Te queiro amar |
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