The rusty, ruby-red razors of the eve sing to me like unholy Nightingales, telling me that all is well and that some day, I will join them, in a ball pit of love.
And in times of deepest tribulation, I imbibe effervescent spirits distilled ten lifetimes past by the Black Monks of Azathoth in the Valley of Jezreel. Thenceforth, I am lulled to rest by the mewling of cicadas to dream halcyon dreams of the silken tapestries of the most lugubrious land of Tyre, where the Great Neon Dragon makes His seraglio from the timber of the linden trees and is proclaimed Great Czar of all he can eat.
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
Look down that bloody street for bloody
Miles and blooduy miles where bloody feet have
sought a trail of dreams that now lie broken
On some bloody stake that is branded “Ojo por ojo.”
And runs beside it, there, in the
deep and the dark beyond the liquid
Corruption and the human fungus lies the
Reeking sewer that is a mind.
Where the lesion hides a lesson, where
Stigmata turns to stigma cries crescendo to
Cantata… The whiplash of suffering full in the face.
And in that place there is no cross,
No crown, no sacred ground,
All is done and left unsaid.
How the tongues are ripped,
The people bled, and there it is
Written on the slug that is lead
“Killing is company” so step right up and
Ride the rubber road to freedom…
How does it feel to be ordinary with nothing special to offer? I wouldn’t know
This is what I think when people/humans say they are special:
Once more to the fire
Burn your fingers on your desire
Once more to the skin
Where your poison soul will twist within
Despair turns to despise
Your reality is fed by lies
You got your money
You got your cash
Feed your honey upon your trash
You got your fist
Your fist in the fire
You got your fist
Your fist in the fire
You’re something sad
Something special
Your something said
Something special
Your treated mean
Your staying keen
The moneys in
You’re made of tin
Each carrot finds its feeding hole
You work for your body
But your body’s sold
You got your fist
Your fist in the fire
You got your fist
Your fist in the fire
You’re something sad
Something special
You’re something sad
Something special
The rusty, ruby-red razors of the eve sing to me like unholy Nightingales, telling me that all is well and that some day, I will join them, in a ball pit of love.
And you are not in error to predict such calamity.
As Archimedes himself once stated: To Rape Is To Live.
I’d go along with such sentiments. But then again I had it coming in solitary. And that in itself is a paradox. To claim anything else, when in remission, is lunacy at its most naked.
The collective consciousness of this board alone allows for only one direct line of thought - so don’t blame Gerda for her misgivings. As individuals we are privy to chance.
If you guys think I’m BigMama you’re mistaken, though I can see now why you would based on my last few posts.
I already had my troll moment (and a much better one at that) with Baboon 3. Why devolve? Either way I don’t care if you think I’m BigMama, it actually makes it funnier and I’m sure the real BigMama is amused by this.
My vote of BigMama’s identity actually goes to Atom because he seems to have endless time on his hands to cruise internet forums, as does BigMama. Also the particular sense of humor at work in BigMama’s posts to me screams Atom. (I don’t mean that as a jab, by the way)
BigMama comes across as someone’s attempt to be like Gerda who was not actually around when Gerda was around and doesn’t really get her if that makes sense.
De verdade? No fim tudo se resume a uma enorme salada de alface que engole o universo e espele gosma cósmica infinitamente? Nunca pensei que isto acabasse assim… nem sequer tenho um penteado decente. Nada está devidamente temperado; falta sal. E o pão? Ninguém trouxe o pão? Raios!!! Grande Mamma! Tendes razão! A culpa é daquele Jourgensen! Do seu sexo desprotegido! Do seu vómito projectado para as costas de meninas inocentes!
Yeah, that’s what they think . . . . based primarily on the fact that you accidentally outed yourself when you were careless with your log-ins and posted from the wrong accounts.
Hooray my preorder has shipped, I really didn’t think BestBuy would get anymore in before them cancelling the order.
Don’t get too excited.
Once the initial high wears off and you actually listen to the album a couple of times it’ll turn from highly anticipated collectible to dust accumulator in no time.
[reply]If you guys think I’m BigMama you’re mistaken
Yeah, that’s what they think . . . . based primarily on the fact that you accidentally outed yourself when you were careless with your log-ins and posted from the wrong accounts.
And also because you’re BigMama.[/reply]
It’s hilarious though because I’m really not. Now of course whoever it is is snickering about it. It’s annoying because I could make such a better troll. I may do a Baboon 3 track on this to settle the score.
The jig is up…so obvious who the troll is…and the stench of boring failure will reek for a long long time…
That is the corniest comeback ever…OMG anyone who says that cliché Kelly Bundy “Gig is up” is a loser and a person no one would want to hang out with ever… You might as well say things like “whoop there it is” or that record is “fly” or you would like to make a “shout out” to your mama…Such a shame to be you or be around you, queerbait. Embarrassed I replied to you, but I feel sorry for you that you post on every thread and no one replies back to you and you are desperate for attention
[reply]The jig is up…so obvious who the troll is…and the stench of boring failure will reek for a long long time…
That is the corniest comeback ever…OMG anyone who says that cliché Kelly Bundy “Gig is up” is a loser and a person no one would want to hang out with ever… You might as well say things like “whoop there it is” or that record is “fly” or you would like to make a “shout out” to your mama…Such a shame to be you or be around you, queerbait. Embarrassed I replied to you, but I feel sorry for you that you post on every thread and no one replies back to you and you are desperate for attention[/reply]
You’re a fraud and moron and you have been exposed…now go climb back under your rock,retard…
[reply][reply]The jig is up…so obvious who the troll is…and the stench of boring failure will reek for a long long time…
That is the corniest comeback ever…OMG anyone who says that cliché Kelly Bundy “Gig is up” is a loser and a person no one would want to hang out with ever… You might as well say things like “whoop there it is” or that record is “fly” or you would like to make a “shout out” to your mama…Such a shame to be you or be around you, queerbait. Embarrassed I replied to you, but I feel sorry for you that you post on every thread and no one replies back to you and you are desperate for attention[/reply]
You’re a fraud and moron and you have been exposed…now go climb back under your rock,retard…
WHOOP THERE IT IS,BITCH!!![/reply]
I’m quoting this dog shit of a reply of yours to record the ridiculousness and the humiliating poseur loser that you are
[reply][reply]The jig is up…so obvious who the troll is…and the stench of boring failure will reek for a long long time…
That is the corniest comeback ever…OMG anyone who says that cliché Kelly Bundy “Gig is up” is a loser and a person no one would want to hang out with ever… You might as well say things like “whoop there it is” or that record is “fly” or you would like to make a “shout out” to your mama…Such a shame to be you or be around you, queerbait. Embarrassed I replied to you, but I feel sorry for you that you post on every thread and no one replies back to you and you are desperate for attention[/reply]
You’re a fraud and moron and you have been exposed…now go climb back under your rock,retard…