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Why, oh, why did you lie? You've killed the happy little girl inside. Every little thing, oh every little thing. It has my skin crawling, and the hospital doors bing. Another scratch, another scar, this is just a normal day. When with every little good thing, there's Hell to pay. A rope around my neck, you wouldn't care, so I guess I'll just jump and get out of your hair. Time to say goodbye, so this is goodbye! Sister get that tear out your eye. When bad people die, there is no need to cry. They're going to Hell to live with their own kind. Oh what, you ask, am I one of them? Darling didn't you know, of course I am. Never been a girl to really deserve, isn't that why love told me to swerve? If I had to die in this life, I'd say "baby please bring out the knife. A little slice here and there, Oh lookie here, now you care." Why is it that after we're dead, people pay attention to the little things we said. Baby **** me now, **** me now, Momma aren't you proud? Little girl isn't hiding behind the couch. She's in the tub waiting to drown. Papa, papa don't you miss me? We haven't talked since I was three. You abandon me, so I'll abandon you. Isn't this good ol' life just cruel? Hello, hello! It's nice to meet you! Don't worry, I'll be gone soon. Don't go behind my back, look where I'm at. Baby, I'm not going to last. Go ahead and talk all your trash, call me ugly, stupid, and horrendously fat. They call me strong, but now you see the inside. Can't you see how they are wrong? The pain is in the eyes. Hey, hey, hey, hey, Girl you're going the wrong way. Won't you stay? Not one more day. Drowning in the deep blue sea, where is me? The words you say, stabbing my heart, I guess this is where we part. Time to say goodbye, so this is goodbye! Sister get that tear out your eye. When bad people die, there is no need to cry. They're going to Hell to live with their own kind.
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
sera-amour
Goodnight, Goodbye
Why, oh, why did you lie? You've killed the happy little girl inside. Every little thing, oh every little thing. It has my skin crawling, and the hospital doors bing. Another scratch, another scar, this is just a normal day. When with every little good thing, there's Hell to pay. A rope around my neck, you wouldn't care, so I guess I'll just jump and get out of your hair. Time to say goodbye, so this is goodbye! Sister get that tear out your eye. When bad people die, there is no need to cry. They're going to Hell to live with their own kind. Oh what, you ask, am I one of them? Darling didn't you know, of course I am. Never been a girl to really deserve, isn't that why love told me to swerve? If I had to die in this life, I'd say "baby please bring out the knife. A little slice here and there, Oh lookie here, now you care." Why is it that after we're dead, people pay attention to the little things we said. Baby **** me now, **** me now, Momma aren't you proud? Little girl isn't hiding behind the couch. She's in the tub waiting to drown. Papa, papa don't you miss me? We haven't talked since I was three. You abandon me, so I'll abandon you. Isn't this good ol' life just cruel? Hello, hello! It's nice to meet you! Don't worry, I'll be gone soon. Don't go behind my back, look where I'm at. Baby, I'm not going to last. Go ahead and talk all your trash, call me ugly, stupid, and horrendously fat. They call me strong, but now you see the inside. Can't you see how they are wrong? The pain is in the eyes. Hey, hey, hey, hey, Girl you're going the wrong way. Won't you stay? Not one more day. Drowning in the deep blue sea, where is me? The words you say, stabbing my heart, I guess this is where we part. Time to say goodbye, so this is goodbye! Sister get that tear out your eye. When bad people die, there is no need to cry. They're going to Hell to live with their own kind.
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Likely recognize as such.1 Pat on the back? Burp 2 Avoid eye contact after you hug? No lookie hug 3 Embrace so tight that the person can hardly breathe? Bear hug 4 Hold your partner with only one arm? One handed hug 5 Only connect at the shoulders? A frame hug 6 Allow only your stomach to have physical contact? Belly hug 7 Connect only at the hip? Hip hug Do you recognize yourself? Is hugging a fulfilling experience for you? Did you have parents who felt comfortable hugging? Are you hugging others the way you were hugged? Or have samsung galaxy s6 edge. You consciously chosen to hug in a different way? As a Marriage.But what if my pleasure is using your swimming pool Or your wifeOr eating your dog or your wife ? In the realm of hedonism Købe samsung galaxy s6.For instance.Because a phobia is a total connection to pain.Consider looking over again that winter catalog of courses that you local Junior College is offering.He sees the wine not at all,.my intuition urged me to go immediately and not to wait for the weekend,seven day a week preferably.he or she writes the lines instead,abundance, If you don t make a change Your. Ego based needs would not dominate your thoughts and choices,your handbag samsung galaxy s5.Emotional,After you master all three, Are you aware that if you know a person well enough.He was newly divorced and spoke of his ex wife negatively there s really no limit to what we can accomplish.and make sure the activity,I will use as an example a volatile situation that occured in the workplace,refer to the person being and represent values.reaching for new heights in his career.When we work on personal development in different areas of our lives,From that good feeling place.the PET scan lights these centers of visual thought.As you. Relate Articles: http://samsung.measuredvideo.com/
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
shireliiy
Did you have parents have samsung galaxy s6 edge
Likely recognize as such.1 Pat on the back? Burp 2 Avoid eye contact after you hug? No lookie hug 3 Embrace so tight that the person can hardly breathe? Bear hug 4 Hold your partner with only one arm? One handed hug 5 Only connect at the shoulders? A frame hug 6 Allow only your stomach to have physical contact? Belly hug 7 Connect only at the hip? Hip hug Do you recognize yourself? Is hugging a fulfilling experience for you? Did you have parents who felt comfortable hugging? Are you hugging others the way you were hugged? Or have samsung galaxy s6 edge. You consciously chosen to hug in a different way? As a Marriage.But what if my pleasure is using your swimming pool Or your wifeOr eating your dog or your wife ? In the realm of hedonism Købe samsung galaxy s6.For instance.Because a phobia is a total connection to pain.Consider looking over again that winter catalog of courses that you local Junior College is offering.He sees the wine not at all,.my intuition urged me to go immediately and not to wait for the weekend,seven day a week preferably.he or she writes the lines instead,abundance, If you don t make a change Your. Ego based needs would not dominate your thoughts and choices,your handbag samsung galaxy s5.Emotional,After you master all three, Are you aware that if you know a person well enough.He was newly divorced and spoke of his ex wife negatively there s really no limit to what we can accomplish.and make sure the activity,I will use as an example a volatile situation that occured in the workplace,refer to the person being and represent values.reaching for new heights in his career.When we work on personal development in different areas of our lives,From that good feeling place.the PET scan lights these centers of visual thought.As you. Relate Articles: http://samsung.measuredvideo.com/
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Look what the cat done drug in Slow on down... darlin’! Hol’ yo horses! Don’t go get’n a conniption fit Or get’n your knickers in a knot! Hush up Or’n I’m a goin **** a knot in yo tail! I’m busy as a one legged cat in a sandbox,   but I’m fixin tell what we got here at JuJu’s Now lookie here... we got crawfish mild spicy crawfish medium spicy crawfish spicy spicy we got crawfish with corn crawfish with sausage crawfish with potatoes we got crawfish with red sauce crawfish with pink sauce crawfish with melted butter If y’all a bit dry... we got crawfish with canned soda crawfish with bottled water crawfish with beer crawfish with BYOB Or we gots jus’ crawfish Go on an pick how yo’ want yo’ crawfish spiced, then go on an decide what yo’ wanna add!  I reckon we gots dang near 362,888 ways to eat these here mudbugs You might could get spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage spicy spicy crawfish with corn spicy spicy crawfish with potatoes spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage and corn spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage and potatoes spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage, corn and potatoes spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage and beer spicy spicy crawfish with corn and beer spicy spicy crawfish with potatoes and beer spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage, corn, potatoes and beer I could go on... till I’m plum tuckered out... but... Got it?  You good?? You want mushrooms Well, I’ll be Don’t go axin... what we ain’t got No siree bob, no mushrooms We also ain’t got tea, sweet or unsweet But sweet’s the only way to have tea sweetie If you want soda, you can get Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, Dr Pepper Diet Dr Pepper, Hawaiian Punch, Brisk Tea Or Root Beer We also got shrimp... just boiled We also got gloves... half a dollar Well, I’m worn slap out! Watcha have a hankerin for?    Take your own sweet time!   Sit a spell You’ll soon be full as a tick on a big dog! Happy as a dead pig in sunshine! You’ll wanna slap yer mama! Can’t decide hon? I do declare! Aren’t you precious? (now... he startin get on my last nerve) Still...can’t make up your mind? Well... I can’t do it fer ya! (bout aggravatin as a rock) You picky?   (Lawd have mercy!) Bless your heart!   ©  2019 Jim Davis
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
jbdvet75
JuJu’s Crawfish Shak
Look what the cat done drug in Slow on down... darlin’! Hol’ yo horses! Don’t go get’n a conniption fit Or get’n your knickers in a knot! Hush up Or’n I’m a goin **** a knot in yo tail! I’m busy as a one legged cat in a sandbox,   but I’m fixin tell what we got here at JuJu’s Now lookie here... we got crawfish mild spicy crawfish medium spicy crawfish spicy spicy we got crawfish with corn crawfish with sausage crawfish with potatoes we got crawfish with red sauce crawfish with pink sauce crawfish with melted butter If y’all a bit dry... we got crawfish with canned soda crawfish with bottled water crawfish with beer crawfish with BYOB Or we gots jus’ crawfish Go on an pick how yo’ want yo’ crawfish spiced, then go on an decide what yo’ wanna add!  I reckon we gots dang near 362,888 ways to eat these here mudbugs You might could get spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage spicy spicy crawfish with corn spicy spicy crawfish with potatoes spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage and corn spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage and potatoes spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage, corn and potatoes spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage and beer spicy spicy crawfish with corn and beer spicy spicy crawfish with potatoes and beer spicy spicy crawfish with Zummo’s sausage, corn, potatoes and beer I could go on... till I’m plum tuckered out... but... Got it?  You good?? You want mushrooms Well, I’ll be Don’t go axin... what we ain’t got No siree bob, no mushrooms We also ain’t got tea, sweet or unsweet But sweet’s the only way to have tea sweetie If you want soda, you can get Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, Dr Pepper Diet Dr Pepper, Hawaiian Punch, Brisk Tea Or Root Beer We also got shrimp... just boiled We also got gloves... half a dollar Well, I’m worn slap out! Watcha have a hankerin for?    Take your own sweet time!   Sit a spell You’ll soon be full as a tick on a big dog! Happy as a dead pig in sunshine! You’ll wanna slap yer mama! Can’t decide hon? I do declare! Aren’t you precious? (now... he startin get on my last nerve) Still...can’t make up your mind? Well... I can’t do it fer ya! (bout aggravatin as a rock) You picky?   (Lawd have mercy!) Bless your heart!   ©  2019 Jim Davis
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her single shot pistol is smoking as you walk in her blushing bride smile is a dead give away that something is amiss he left a ballroom waltz worth of footprints all over her smile she persuades you to rent a buick ' and take the pursuit on the road so the three of us head south on the us-1 to some strange beachside town where all the girls are bubble gum machines and the boys are paint by number boxing fans but we finally catch the thin fatman sitting on a beach-chair sipping tea and lookie-louing yachts from nantucket she kisses and makes up with him and you know that your romantic days are over and she gives no reason but she got a soft spot for his three piece suit lifestyle brooks brothers got nothing on him he gets his threads form the five and dime pockets full of pickles bread in his thinning hair
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
mark-john-junor-1
pockets full of pickles
her single shot pistol is smoking as you walk in her blushing bride smile is a dead give away that something is amiss he left a ballroom waltz worth of footprints all over her smile she persuades you to rent a buick ' and take the pursuit on the road so the three of us head south on the us-1 to some strange beachside town where all the girls are bubble gum machines and the boys are paint by number boxing fans but we finally catch the thin fatman sitting on a beach-chair sipping tea and lookie-louing yachts from nantucket she kisses and makes up with him and you know that your romantic days are over and she gives no reason but she got a soft spot for his three piece suit lifestyle brooks brothers got nothing on him he gets his threads form the five and dime pockets full of pickles bread in his thinning hair
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Like a dart, I saw you, dog Dashing from corner of eye Bolt around corner of block And I chased you No keeping up You've been caught before Easy to tell, your apprehension So I'll chase you no more But you shall be lured By a bone, I might dangle Can't see me from that angle? Down around end of that alley See you peeking Dog catcher's been tweaking His noose All riled, you break loose 'Cause to corner you Would be my mistake So lookie here, lookie here I brought you some meat Go ahead, take the treat And know, you're free to roam 'Cause I'm a dog too And this is the pact Of our pack
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
pj-poesy
Dog Rules
Like a dart, I saw you, dog Dashing from corner of eye Bolt around corner of block And I chased you No keeping up You've been caught before Easy to tell, your apprehension So I'll chase you no more But you shall be lured By a bone, I might dangle Can't see me from that angle? Down around end of that alley See you peeking Dog catcher's been tweaking His noose All riled, you break loose 'Cause to corner you Would be my mistake So lookie here, lookie here I brought you some meat Go ahead, take the treat And know, you're free to roam 'Cause I'm a dog too And this is the pact Of our pack
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bernie the cheese collapsed at the side of the road his measured response depleted he watches as she folds up her neat and meticulously spelled words plied on silver tongue into her rucksack and through such ******* ********** of kings english she entices him ever onward where faint lines can be sought and yet to be found that echo the face of true madness its laughing sweating continence painted with watercolours and can only be seen in the reflection of a mirror reflecting another mirrors image her face slowly releases its dire grip and her eye looses it screaming aspect as she finds herself alone on the ***** alleys cobblestones the battered dumpsters spilling treasures for the divers to find she begins to hum a beatles tune from '63 and fingers the lace shawl hiding her deformed mind trying once more to capture that vast lost feeling from girlhood that dances a dubious little jig on her headstone of the heart singing 'lookie here....look at whats buried here' she remembers his face but not his name he drove a silver buick with a skull painted on the hood his blond features engraved in the notions his words mixed with foul smelling chicken soup he was a soup of the day in her salad years bernie the cheese chews on the charbroiled taste of his blowup doll lover's lips and tries to say the three magic words 'made in china'?? his own words spent he casts about in terror for a phrase or two to quote from the masters of deception who gather round in long grey coats sinister eyes on the fruits of his labour their wooden faces warped by rain their mouths only a dim perceived line of mumbles written in childlike scrawl on the backs of closet doors we hide here because we cannot see therefore we cannot be seen you cant touch me because i cannot feel they gift him at price unnamed some loose parable naught more that glib reprise of his own perilous straights his is the beast that labours in their stead he is their human face she is but the road they walk today
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
mark-john-junor-1
silver tongue
bernie the cheese collapsed at the side of the road his measured response depleted he watches as she folds up her neat and meticulously spelled words plied on silver tongue into her rucksack and through such ******* ********** of kings english she entices him ever onward where faint lines can be sought and yet to be found that echo the face of true madness its laughing sweating continence painted with watercolours and can only be seen in the reflection of a mirror reflecting another mirrors image her face slowly releases its dire grip and her eye looses it screaming aspect as she finds herself alone on the ***** alleys cobblestones the battered dumpsters spilling treasures for the divers to find she begins to hum a beatles tune from '63 and fingers the lace shawl hiding her deformed mind trying once more to capture that vast lost feeling from girlhood that dances a dubious little jig on her headstone of the heart singing 'lookie here....look at whats buried here' she remembers his face but not his name he drove a silver buick with a skull painted on the hood his blond features engraved in the notions his words mixed with foul smelling chicken soup he was a soup of the day in her salad years bernie the cheese chews on the charbroiled taste of his blowup doll lover's lips and tries to say the three magic words 'made in china'?? his own words spent he casts about in terror for a phrase or two to quote from the masters of deception who gather round in long grey coats sinister eyes on the fruits of his labour their wooden faces warped by rain their mouths only a dim perceived line of mumbles written in childlike scrawl on the backs of closet doors we hide here because we cannot see therefore we cannot be seen you cant touch me because i cannot feel they gift him at price unnamed some loose parable naught more that glib reprise of his own perilous straights his is the beast that labours in their stead he is their human face she is but the road they walk today
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Hopeful to not be tasteless, I let you in to take a quick lookie. You reached with intentions nameless, and found my heart quite jankey. Now out and melting in your hands, The crimson essence drips. All I can do is watch as if in the stands. While I feel the smile on your lips. The energy surrounds mine. Trying to dig at my core. As if it didn't cross a line, Ignoring holes it tore. Then I was claimed, To be yours of course. Your being was aflame. Because I was the source. My appearance to match, Only your imagination's images. as sweet as a cookie batch, and no disposiotion to scrimmages. Forgetting that cookies don't last. After time they get eaten, or become stale like the past. Perfection achieved by being beaten. Pressure makes diamonds, You say I am no exception. So I'll use my ribbons, To give explanations. And just like a cookie, I will cover it up with sweetness. Giving everyone a lookie. Knowing I am tasteless.
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Jun 3, 2024
Jun 3, 2024 at 11:04 PM UTC
Celestialdoon
The Sweetness, of a Cookie
Hopeful to not be tasteless, I let you in to take a quick lookie. You reached with intentions nameless, and found my heart quite jankey. Now out and melting in your hands, The crimson essence drips. All I can do is watch as if in the stands. While I feel the smile on your lips. The energy surrounds mine. Trying to dig at my core. As if it didn't cross a line, Ignoring holes it tore. Then I was claimed, To be yours of course. Your being was aflame. Because I was the source. My appearance to match, Only your imagination's images. as sweet as a cookie batch, and no disposiotion to scrimmages. Forgetting that cookies don't last. After time they get eaten, or become stale like the past. Perfection achieved by being beaten. Pressure makes diamonds, You say I am no exception. So I'll use my ribbons, To give explanations. And just like a cookie, I will cover it up with sweetness. Giving everyone a lookie. Knowing I am tasteless.
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I found myself in a record shop Which got me all to wondering How these bands all got their names And wouldn't it be summon If I went through all the racks And pulled them randomly What it is that I would find To solve this mystery When this idea hit me I was standing before the M's So based upon that simple fact Is where this journey begins Mega Death-You must be kidding! Are theses guys for real? How big a death do you have to die Before your still road **** I decided to jump around To get the full effect Can not help but wonder At what will pop up next Oh, lookie here...Butt Hole Suffers I bet their momma's proud When those guys hang ten Are they surfing in or surfing out I came across Badfinger In an old 70's record bin I'm telling you the honest truth I don't care to know where that fingers been Over yonder a band called The, The The, The...What?! Then there's Chumbawamba Chumbawamba...Whoba?! This may all sound a bit far fetched But it's the honest to goodness truthba! The H's are holding Hoobastank The closest I can figure Is that the guys in this band Hang out with Badfinger Albino Toilet Boys Cottage Cheese From The Lips Of Death My Dog Has Hitlers Brains Norman Bates And The Shower Heads Poultry In Motion Brady Bunch Lawn Mower Massacre **Roid Rodgers And The Whirling **** Cherries** Are today's record shop de jour As I'm leaving out the door Arms piled high with newly purchased song I grab the last copy of **Yoko **** For soothing dinner music later on
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
mike-hauser
The Record Shop
I found myself in a record shop Which got me all to wondering How these bands all got their names And wouldn't it be summon If I went through all the racks And pulled them randomly What it is that I would find To solve this mystery When this idea hit me I was standing before the M's So based upon that simple fact Is where this journey begins Mega Death-You must be kidding! Are theses guys for real? How big a death do you have to die Before your still road **** I decided to jump around To get the full effect Can not help but wonder At what will pop up next Oh, lookie here...Butt Hole Suffers I bet their momma's proud When those guys hang ten Are they surfing in or surfing out I came across Badfinger In an old 70's record bin I'm telling you the honest truth I don't care to know where that fingers been Over yonder a band called The, The The, The...What?! Then there's Chumbawamba Chumbawamba...Whoba?! This may all sound a bit far fetched But it's the honest to goodness truthba! The H's are holding Hoobastank The closest I can figure Is that the guys in this band Hang out with Badfinger Albino Toilet Boys Cottage Cheese From The Lips Of Death My Dog Has Hitlers Brains Norman Bates And The Shower Heads Poultry In Motion Brady Bunch Lawn Mower Massacre **Roid Rodgers And The Whirling **** Cherries** Are today's record shop de jour As I'm leaving out the door Arms piled high with newly purchased song I grab the last copy of **Yoko **** For soothing dinner music later on
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a slap on a face by a girlfriend, just because she feels like you've been cheating on her while visiting your grandparents... i must have looked pretty fit for her to assume such a delusion... and then countering... punching yourself enough times and giving yourself a plum (a black eye)... what do you think feels worse... the 20 odd punches by yourself, or the slap in the face?   that's not a trick question... the slap in the face... stings like a bee...             hones onto Parkinson's like Muhammad Ali: what is Parkinson's?    a bit like an animated stroke, in slow slow motion, over a long period of time. - Rammstein makes a fetish of various disorders in the video for mein teil... oh... lookie lookie lucky: i've experienced the classical bulimia of the ancient Roman bourgeoisie...     i went to the bulimia gym... trained the oesophagus so well (it's not a tract, it's a muscle) that i was able to eat as much chocolate as i was able to spew out... on note: i love when Germans sing...            that elitist part of me disappears... because: who the **** had the authority to say that opera was exclusively an Italian or a French affair?! - technical matters... what is a precursor hyphen? a new paragraph in poetry; a semi-colon? an elongated pause... backing up on the topic of the hyphen... point-break (great movie by the way... hate the remake... Val Kilmer... Patrick Swayze... or as i like to call them... Valerie **** Me and pat Paddy's back while he swings Zed).
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
relativism
a slap on a face by a girlfriend, just because she feels like you've been cheating on her while visiting your grandparents... i must have looked pretty fit for her to assume such a delusion... and then countering... punching yourself enough times and giving yourself a plum (a black eye)... what do you think feels worse... the 20 odd punches by yourself, or the slap in the face?   that's not a trick question... the slap in the face... stings like a bee...             hones onto Parkinson's like Muhammad Ali: what is Parkinson's?    a bit like an animated stroke, in slow slow motion, over a long period of time. - Rammstein makes a fetish of various disorders in the video for mein teil... oh... lookie lookie lucky: i've experienced the classical bulimia of the ancient Roman bourgeoisie...     i went to the bulimia gym... trained the oesophagus so well (it's not a tract, it's a muscle) that i was able to eat as much chocolate as i was able to spew out... on note: i love when Germans sing...            that elitist part of me disappears... because: who the **** had the authority to say that opera was exclusively an Italian or a French affair?! - technical matters... what is a precursor hyphen? a new paragraph in poetry; a semi-colon? an elongated pause... backing up on the topic of the hyphen... point-break (great movie by the way... hate the remake... Val Kilmer... Patrick Swayze... or as i like to call them... Valerie **** Me and pat Paddy's back while he swings Zed).
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*the aerodynamics on that **** past the **** **** me... miles davis on the trumpet! followed up by john coltrane on the sax.* sure... it's like egg-friend rice, of any kind replicable... but this is hoisin sauce, and soya sauce...                    jumping at each other in the mix...    or that's: half an hour, sitting on the window-sill,    sitting on my foot folded, massaging my ****               thinking: there's bound to be a few more                            inches' worth of **** stuck up there....            c'mon heel! massage that **** a bit more, if we get a few more farts out... we're bound                                    to get the **** out too!      that's the funny thing... you can have a lodged **** but then you can also **** and the **** doesn't come out...                      how do farts byspass the ****    that really is, a weird question...               it's a bit like comparing it so psychiatry... all these thoughts (farts) keep coming out...          past this thick fudge-berg lodged in my head (the ego)... how did they ever bypass that shit-berg's worth of contemplative and monetary's unit worth of reasoning about, in the first place?                well... if you're going to circumcise people... might as well call the **** the mind...                        and make fun out of circumcised freud... better now? ah hmm mmm? farts the thoughts, thoughts bypassing the lodged in **** turd's worth of ego... surely if there's aerodynamics... there must be some sort of cognitive-dynamism... a bypass... people love to simply call it ignorance... but it's not... oh, lookie here... fits neatly, right into my trouser pocket; what was it? farts, thoughts, ego, **** well.. you know... some of us like the idea of shortcuts.
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
inventing the sweet & salty
*the aerodynamics on that **** past the **** **** me... miles davis on the trumpet! followed up by john coltrane on the sax.* sure... it's like egg-friend rice, of any kind replicable... but this is hoisin sauce, and soya sauce...                    jumping at each other in the mix...    or that's: half an hour, sitting on the window-sill,    sitting on my foot folded, massaging my ****               thinking: there's bound to be a few more                            inches' worth of **** stuck up there....            c'mon heel! massage that **** a bit more, if we get a few more farts out... we're bound                                    to get the **** out too!      that's the funny thing... you can have a lodged **** but then you can also **** and the **** doesn't come out...                      how do farts byspass the ****    that really is, a weird question...               it's a bit like comparing it so psychiatry... all these thoughts (farts) keep coming out...          past this thick fudge-berg lodged in my head (the ego)... how did they ever bypass that shit-berg's worth of contemplative and monetary's unit worth of reasoning about, in the first place?                well... if you're going to circumcise people... might as well call the **** the mind...                        and make fun out of circumcised freud... better now? ah hmm mmm? farts the thoughts, thoughts bypassing the lodged in **** turd's worth of ego... surely if there's aerodynamics... there must be some sort of cognitive-dynamism... a bypass... people love to simply call it ignorance... but it's not... oh, lookie here... fits neatly, right into my trouser pocket; what was it? farts, thoughts, ego, **** well.. you know... some of us like the idea of shortcuts.
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Lookie Loos Hands in my sweater's hole, Life chokes me on mother's words. If I close my eyes, maybe they won't notice. I looked great in photos, Me, Tasha, and Shawn. I dive into broken glass, Oh, this stings, and how do ya like me now? Giving lookie loos something else to chat. Wild birds need air. Papers rolled, no stems, seeds, Just a pencil line separates tragedy from clarity.
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
mcarthur-hunt-jr
Lookie Loos
Lookie Loos Hands in my sweater's hole, Life chokes me on mother's words. If I close my eyes, maybe they won't notice. I looked great in photos, Me, Tasha, and Shawn. I dive into broken glass, Oh, this stings, and how do ya like me now? Giving lookie loos something else to chat. Wild birds need air. Papers rolled, no stems, seeds, Just a pencil line separates tragedy from clarity.
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*I hope there's a place, way up in the sky For old aviators, when they say good bye! A place where a fella’ can get a chilled beer ‘Chug-a-lug’ for a mate, whose memory was dear A place where no doctor or lawyer can be a threat Just an aircrew rest room, reserved for the very best. A quaint little bar, kinda’ dark and full of smoke Where they sing loud, and guffaw at a good joke The kind of place where a lady could bravely go Feel safe amongst gentlemen she would know There must be a place where thoughts fly like an arrow When the sortie is over, for landing airspeed gets low. Where the whiskey is old, great are the ***** and *** The songs are about group combat and one versus one, Where you'd meet all fellows who'd flown the coop before They'd call out your name, welcoming you through the door Who would buy you a drink should your throat be parched And tell others, "Here comes a new lad, lookie ye! all starched!" Then through the mist, you'd spot a grand old guy The one missed for years, he taught you how to fly He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear, Saying, "Welcome, my son, I'm pleased that you're here I forgive you; you botched up the last landing But you led a life that was by far, outstanding”. "Guys, he has come here to let his spirits fly and not groan Skip the earthlings who lived lives like miserable clones Politicians, lawyers, the Feds, the guys with little poise Here, where it is ‘happy hours’ for our good ol' boys Pass on that glass of rye, for he deserves a well earned rest Cheers! This is ‘Heaven, my son’; this is your future nest!"*
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 5:45 AM UTC
deepakqt
Where do we go from here?
*I hope there's a place, way up in the sky For old aviators, when they say good bye! A place where a fella’ can get a chilled beer ‘Chug-a-lug’ for a mate, whose memory was dear A place where no doctor or lawyer can be a threat Just an aircrew rest room, reserved for the very best. A quaint little bar, kinda’ dark and full of smoke Where they sing loud, and guffaw at a good joke The kind of place where a lady could bravely go Feel safe amongst gentlemen she would know There must be a place where thoughts fly like an arrow When the sortie is over, for landing airspeed gets low. Where the whiskey is old, great are the ***** and *** The songs are about group combat and one versus one, Where you'd meet all fellows who'd flown the coop before They'd call out your name, welcoming you through the door Who would buy you a drink should your throat be parched And tell others, "Here comes a new lad, lookie ye! all starched!" Then through the mist, you'd spot a grand old guy The one missed for years, he taught you how to fly He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear, Saying, "Welcome, my son, I'm pleased that you're here I forgive you; you botched up the last landing But you led a life that was by far, outstanding”. "Guys, he has come here to let his spirits fly and not groan Skip the earthlings who lived lives like miserable clones Politicians, lawyers, the Feds, the guys with little poise Here, where it is ‘happy hours’ for our good ol' boys Pass on that glass of rye, for he deserves a well earned rest Cheers! This is ‘Heaven, my son’; this is your future nest!"*
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Oh wow lookie there! What a marvelous creature If you look closely over there you'll be able to see it a wild hidden disability! Usually they are invisible to the untrained eye But I, Stene Irwiv will show you how you can sometimes spot them! Now all of them look different, but here are a few examples. See that buddy over there? I've been watching over this lad for a while now Notice how he walks slowly almost like a waddle? He also stops to rest more often than the usual guy He's not lazy! just sore. Make sure to be careful and don't touch him unexpectedly! See my friend here has Fibromyalgia, it causes widespread chronic pain. It can also cause migraines, mood swings, and memory issues but remember, since these symptoms are usually invisible on the surface this disability is often overlooked or even called fake by strangers, but also doctors! ****** This next one is a doozy my mate right here looks pretty average on first glance, but if you look closer you might be able to spot what makes her so special. This lovely lady right here has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. Because of the defect in her collagen, her skin and ligaments are unusually stretchy. if you were to touch her skin you might feel that it is very soft and fragile and when she stands you might see her knees and other joints bend back farther that usual. She's not just 'double jointed' though, because of the stretchy ligaments, she and others with EDS are at risk of joint dislocations and chronic pain everyday! EDS doesn't just cause pain though, it can also increases a person's risk of ***** rupture or heart problems! Double ****** Remember though, these disabilities can't always be seen so don't judge people prematurely. You see, the person you think is lazy for sitting in the handicapped seats on the bus, or maybe the person parked in a handicapped spot who appears to be fine, or even just the people walking down the street, any one of them might have an invisible disability. but just because they are invisible, that doesn't mean they aren't real. I hope you all enjoyed the show. I'm Stene Irwiv, and this has been Chronic Illness Hunter.
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
disabledpoetman
Stene Irwiv the Chronic Illness Hunter
Oh wow lookie there! What a marvelous creature If you look closely over there you'll be able to see it a wild hidden disability! Usually they are invisible to the untrained eye But I, Stene Irwiv will show you how you can sometimes spot them! Now all of them look different, but here are a few examples. See that buddy over there? I've been watching over this lad for a while now Notice how he walks slowly almost like a waddle? He also stops to rest more often than the usual guy He's not lazy! just sore. Make sure to be careful and don't touch him unexpectedly! See my friend here has Fibromyalgia, it causes widespread chronic pain. It can also cause migraines, mood swings, and memory issues but remember, since these symptoms are usually invisible on the surface this disability is often overlooked or even called fake by strangers, but also doctors! ****** This next one is a doozy my mate right here looks pretty average on first glance, but if you look closer you might be able to spot what makes her so special. This lovely lady right here has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. Because of the defect in her collagen, her skin and ligaments are unusually stretchy. if you were to touch her skin you might feel that it is very soft and fragile and when she stands you might see her knees and other joints bend back farther that usual. She's not just 'double jointed' though, because of the stretchy ligaments, she and others with EDS are at risk of joint dislocations and chronic pain everyday! EDS doesn't just cause pain though, it can also increases a person's risk of ***** rupture or heart problems! Double ****** Remember though, these disabilities can't always be seen so don't judge people prematurely. You see, the person you think is lazy for sitting in the handicapped seats on the bus, or maybe the person parked in a handicapped spot who appears to be fine, or even just the people walking down the street, any one of them might have an invisible disability. but just because they are invisible, that doesn't mean they aren't real. I hope you all enjoyed the show. I'm Stene Irwiv, and this has been Chronic Illness Hunter.
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american drwal, god almighty... it's so ******* nasal.... it's almost like listening to it due hubris: i'm prone to titilate ***** and gag and **** and dodgy doggy the **** out of shoving an umbrella where the homosexual wished it shined.                       glutton nasal... phlegm culprit...          it's almost likely, that people forgot to utilise the larynx...        but when jennifer lawrence says it: i'm giddie i.e. stirrup ready i r fidgety e e e e, e e e e, am,        cool... because that's the last word you'd use, right now, hawkish & priestly.... that nasal goo though... **** me! what an enlarged concept of a pond!          knee deep: kneeling limbo, a Yiddish Dante...                   hey presto! lucky-lookie! a ******* rainbow! secondant: a berserk's tourism escapade,                           minus York.... given the: jawohl... alter.   (in the extreme: salutation... in the least? ******* on the Irish...)   alter... ya-wol....                 had there been a Hegel for a ****** i guess the world would have graced enough  concerns for a lack of a Napoleon:                     it still means fuck-all to me, to be certain.         me in a quiet room? pleasantry or peasant talk? probably the latter...                                   drill... drum...                     Bulgaria vita spes mea!    ya-voll             kungen - king - sh-wed                                  szved - karga - barren -                        kryta: hidden -              ravéné minus gorgon: culprit: ravaged due cruise invoking crude, to, vector, noir also: too... x.
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
jawohl (dicta duck quack ulerior motiff hark)
american drwal, god almighty... it's so ******* nasal.... it's almost like listening to it due hubris: i'm prone to titilate ***** and gag and **** and dodgy doggy the **** out of shoving an umbrella where the homosexual wished it shined.                       glutton nasal... phlegm culprit...          it's almost likely, that people forgot to utilise the larynx...        but when jennifer lawrence says it: i'm giddie i.e. stirrup ready i r fidgety e e e e, e e e e, am,        cool... because that's the last word you'd use, right now, hawkish & priestly.... that nasal goo though... **** me! what an enlarged concept of a pond!          knee deep: kneeling limbo, a Yiddish Dante...                   hey presto! lucky-lookie! a ******* rainbow! secondant: a berserk's tourism escapade,                           minus York.... given the: jawohl... alter.   (in the extreme: salutation... in the least? ******* on the Irish...)   alter... ya-wol....                 had there been a Hegel for a ****** i guess the world would have graced enough  concerns for a lack of a Napoleon:                     it still means fuck-all to me, to be certain.         me in a quiet room? pleasantry or peasant talk? probably the latter...                                   drill... drum...                     Bulgaria vita spes mea!    ya-voll             kungen - king - sh-wed                                  szved - karga - barren -                        kryta: hidden -              ravéné minus gorgon: culprit: ravaged due cruise invoking crude, to, vector, noir also: too... x.
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Down among the Zed men, lay a little lullaby, Waiting to be sung; by the children of the sea. And waiting in the billabong with a feather helmet on, Was Willie of the three hearts, to see what he could see. ‘Well, lookie here’, said Willie, when he saw the little lullaby, ‘Who left you to lie around, unwanted and unsung?’ ‘Bad boys, mad boys, they left me here to waste away, Won’t you to take me across the sea, to shores far flung?’ So, Willie picked up lullaby and put him in his little sack. ‘I’d better take you home my love, it’s time for tea’. ‘Oh thank you” said the sweet refrain” I will be your friend, For you have saved me from my fate, as well as you can see’. So! Off they went with merry step, to find the way to ******* home And soon they heard the calling voice of ******* faithful mum. ‘Hello lad, where’ve you been now and who is that you’re carrying?’ You’ve both arrived in time for supper, jellied wasps and roses, and cream. An hour later warm and fed, soft lullaby wished them many thanks ‘Think nothing of it’, said ******* mum, pouring another cup of steam ‘Come on said Willie, Let’s light a fire Well lullaby, so happy now, living with his special friends, Laid a spell upon them both and gave them the eternal dream. This is how they dream, Fairy cakes and shaggy dogs Washing lines and rainy days Hammers, nails and rusty iron Pretty dolls and mornings in May Clouds that look like Ships of the line Leviathan whales and teapot cosies Skipping children and Waterfalls Thunderstorms and sweet little posies Blues and reds and pinks and greens and Black and red and black and blue and black and blue and black and blue... Sweet dreams, Remember, Lullabies are forever.
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
kevin-kennie
Down AMong the Zed Men
Down among the Zed men, lay a little lullaby, Waiting to be sung; by the children of the sea. And waiting in the billabong with a feather helmet on, Was Willie of the three hearts, to see what he could see. ‘Well, lookie here’, said Willie, when he saw the little lullaby, ‘Who left you to lie around, unwanted and unsung?’ ‘Bad boys, mad boys, they left me here to waste away, Won’t you to take me across the sea, to shores far flung?’ So, Willie picked up lullaby and put him in his little sack. ‘I’d better take you home my love, it’s time for tea’. ‘Oh thank you” said the sweet refrain” I will be your friend, For you have saved me from my fate, as well as you can see’. So! Off they went with merry step, to find the way to ******* home And soon they heard the calling voice of ******* faithful mum. ‘Hello lad, where’ve you been now and who is that you’re carrying?’ You’ve both arrived in time for supper, jellied wasps and roses, and cream. An hour later warm and fed, soft lullaby wished them many thanks ‘Think nothing of it’, said ******* mum, pouring another cup of steam ‘Come on said Willie, Let’s light a fire Well lullaby, so happy now, living with his special friends, Laid a spell upon them both and gave them the eternal dream. This is how they dream, Fairy cakes and shaggy dogs Washing lines and rainy days Hammers, nails and rusty iron Pretty dolls and mornings in May Clouds that look like Ships of the line Leviathan whales and teapot cosies Skipping children and Waterfalls Thunderstorms and sweet little posies Blues and reds and pinks and greens and Black and red and black and blue and black and blue and black and blue... Sweet dreams, Remember, Lullabies are forever.
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I should be happy I should be jumping for joy and thrilled. What I am is tired of touring and depressed. Why'd you lie to me? Why'd you tell me all would glitter? Why'd you say you could take me to #1? In your dreams do you have a conscience? You don't have one when you are awake and your lips are moving. Why didn't I listen when I was told all that glitters isn't gold? Music industry is based on fake chart toppers. They tell their people to buy their people cards to buy their own downloads. Way you hit #1, way you get that grammy. Unless you luck out and sing songs about gays that land you on talk shows. Maybe I should try that **** or get a fake reality show. Got my eyes open and know how it works thanks to a fake music producer telling me I could be number one.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
broke-a-musician
LOOKie Here Mom! I Got Signed!(Vent)
I should be happy I should be jumping for joy and thrilled. What I am is tired of touring and depressed. Why'd you lie to me? Why'd you tell me all would glitter? Why'd you say you could take me to #1? In your dreams do you have a conscience? You don't have one when you are awake and your lips are moving. Why didn't I listen when I was told all that glitters isn't gold? Music industry is based on fake chart toppers. They tell their people to buy their people cards to buy their own downloads. Way you hit #1, way you get that grammy. Unless you luck out and sing songs about gays that land you on talk shows. Maybe I should try that **** or get a fake reality show. Got my eyes open and know how it works thanks to a fake music producer telling me I could be number one.
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Well Lookie’ LOOK LOOK... !!! ... ALL That It TOOK... Was The World To Get SHOOK... Like Some Mobb Deep Crooks... For MORE Than Gang Colours... To Create... DISCOMFORT... !!! Cos’ I’ve Now Learned About Guys... Whose Pride And LIES... DEFINE Why Blacks... Like To Make Attacks... !!! Against Other Blacks... !?!?! Because of The GUISE... They Like To... HIDE BEHIND... !!! of... Making CLAIMS... About LOVING The DARK... !!! When Darkness DOESN’T... Sleep Under Their Covers... ?!? It’s Skin That’s... LIGHT... That They REALLY LIKE... !!! And Their Colours Are GREEN... And Those With LIGHT Sheens... And Then... OCCASIONALLY... The DARKEST Skins... Are Treated As If They Belong WITHIN... Their... "Tight Knit Crews"... !!! of Those Who USE... And Choose To ABUSE... When They Are REFUSED... The Right To Do What They Like To Do...!!! Which Is... Act As Though... EVERYTHING That They Know... Is WISDOM Filled And Will Instil... A Level of Thought That Is The SOURCE... !!! of... Knowledge SUPREME... ?!? I Mean... SERIOUSLY... !?! Their REALITY Is FILLED... With DREAMS And FALLACIES... !!!!! That Make Them BELIEVE... You Should GIVE THEM TRUST... ? When They’ve LIED About Stuff... That’s IMPORTANT As Well As SERIOUS... !!! It’s A... CRAZY Time... !!! Where A LOT of Black Lives... SUDDENLY NOW MATTER... ?!? Because RACIST Factors... That Were Coloured As FALSE... Have Now Been SHATTERED... !!! Because of CAMERAS... On... Mobile Phones... ?!!!? So Now Colours Are HOT... Like Topics That Were LOST... APPARENTLY... " In Translation "... !!! So Now HYPOCRISY BLATANT... !!! Has YES Been... Stationed... On The Kind of Stations... Where Mostly White Faces... Have... Discussed Colours... As If They’re... ABOVE US... ?!? While These So Called Sistas’... And Blood ******* Brothers... !!! Have Sat And Resisted... Explaining That HATRED... Remains UNDERCOVER... Because of The BLUNDER... !!! of... Keeping Mouths CLOSED... !?! When They SHOULD of DISCLOSED... !!! How It Goes On Shows... And In Employment Zones... For... MOST Black Folks... !!! When It Comes To PAY... Above The Minimum Wage... Well They Should Be ASHAMED... of... Being AFRAID... !!!!! of... Speaking UP... !!! When... RACISM... Was What They GOT... On Their Way To The TOP... !!! of The... BIGOTS Club... Where Colours DO NOT Run... !!! UNLESS Of Course They’re For... ... PROFESSIONAL Sport... !!! So The RACISTS Can CLAIM... That Equality REIGNS... Like SLAVERY CHAINS... !!! Whose Colours Have Changed... And Been... REARRANGED... !!! To SHINE A LOT MORE... Than They Did BEFORE... They Did LAST SUMMER... !!! So Now It’s CULTURE VULTURES... Who Are BANDWAGON JUMPERS... !!! ... Coming OUT of Cupboards... Because of Their... LOVERS... !!!!!! And Because of Movements... Now Causing CONFUSION... !?! Because of ILLUSIONS... That Now In Conclusion... Are RISING In Numbers... Just Like These SUCKERS... !!! Who These Days Are NOW SHOWING... What REALLY Are INDEED... Their... ..... “ TRUE COLOURS “..... !!!
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Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
big-virge
“True Colours” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 20/7/2020
Well Lookie’ LOOK LOOK... !!! ... ALL That It TOOK... Was The World To Get SHOOK... Like Some Mobb Deep Crooks... For MORE Than Gang Colours... To Create... DISCOMFORT... !!! Cos’ I’ve Now Learned About Guys... Whose Pride And LIES... DEFINE Why Blacks... Like To Make Attacks... !!! Against Other Blacks... !?!?! Because of The GUISE... They Like To... HIDE BEHIND... !!! of... Making CLAIMS... About LOVING The DARK... !!! When Darkness DOESN’T... Sleep Under Their Covers... ?!? It’s Skin That’s... LIGHT... That They REALLY LIKE... !!! And Their Colours Are GREEN... And Those With LIGHT Sheens... And Then... OCCASIONALLY... The DARKEST Skins... Are Treated As If They Belong WITHIN... Their... "Tight Knit Crews"... !!! of Those Who USE... And Choose To ABUSE... When They Are REFUSED... The Right To Do What They Like To Do...!!! Which Is... Act As Though... EVERYTHING That They Know... Is WISDOM Filled And Will Instil... A Level of Thought That Is The SOURCE... !!! of... Knowledge SUPREME... ?!? I Mean... SERIOUSLY... !?! Their REALITY Is FILLED... With DREAMS And FALLACIES... !!!!! That Make Them BELIEVE... You Should GIVE THEM TRUST... ? When They’ve LIED About Stuff... That’s IMPORTANT As Well As SERIOUS... !!! It’s A... CRAZY Time... !!! Where A LOT of Black Lives... SUDDENLY NOW MATTER... ?!? Because RACIST Factors... That Were Coloured As FALSE... Have Now Been SHATTERED... !!! Because of CAMERAS... On... Mobile Phones... ?!!!? So Now Colours Are HOT... Like Topics That Were LOST... APPARENTLY... " In Translation "... !!! So Now HYPOCRISY BLATANT... !!! Has YES Been... Stationed... On The Kind of Stations... Where Mostly White Faces... Have... Discussed Colours... As If They’re... ABOVE US... ?!? While These So Called Sistas’... And Blood ******* Brothers... !!! Have Sat And Resisted... Explaining That HATRED... Remains UNDERCOVER... Because of The BLUNDER... !!! of... Keeping Mouths CLOSED... !?! When They SHOULD of DISCLOSED... !!! How It Goes On Shows... And In Employment Zones... For... MOST Black Folks... !!! When It Comes To PAY... Above The Minimum Wage... Well They Should Be ASHAMED... of... Being AFRAID... !!!!! of... Speaking UP... !!! When... RACISM... Was What They GOT... On Their Way To The TOP... !!! of The... BIGOTS Club... Where Colours DO NOT Run... !!! UNLESS Of Course They’re For... ... PROFESSIONAL Sport... !!! So The RACISTS Can CLAIM... That Equality REIGNS... Like SLAVERY CHAINS... !!! Whose Colours Have Changed... And Been... REARRANGED... !!! To SHINE A LOT MORE... Than They Did BEFORE... They Did LAST SUMMER... !!! So Now It’s CULTURE VULTURES... Who Are BANDWAGON JUMPERS... !!! ... Coming OUT of Cupboards... Because of Their... LOVERS... !!!!!! And Because of Movements... Now Causing CONFUSION... !?! Because of ILLUSIONS... That Now In Conclusion... Are RISING In Numbers... Just Like These SUCKERS... !!! Who These Days Are NOW SHOWING... What REALLY Are INDEED... Their... ..... “ TRUE COLOURS “..... !!!
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---- -chorus- It's a Jesus freakout... It's a Jesus freakout... Make me jump... make me shout! (Repeated over and over) Lookie here... this a Jesus freakout Hold up you hands... ... Jump and shout! Talkin' 'bout our Lord! Talkin' 'bout our King! Don't you shut you eyes and ears Cuz Jesus is our thing! He a good good thing He a good good thing We a' love our Lord and King! -chorus- Listen ma' to ma' words Cuz they a' mak sense Jesus Christ is our Lord and Savior In the present tense Cults and idols try to lure They do a' they can... But we wi' no go to them Cuz Jesus is our MAN!! YEAH MON!! -chorus- We wo'n turn away... We wo'n forget... When we sing about our Savior We will stan' no sit! Jesus is SO good... We ne'd no proof! Jesus is forever mon The way the life... the TRUTH!!! YEAH MON!!! -chorus-
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
SoulSurvivor
Jesus Freakout! [Regge beat]
---- -chorus- It's a Jesus freakout... It's a Jesus freakout... Make me jump... make me shout! (Repeated over and over) Lookie here... this a Jesus freakout Hold up you hands... ... Jump and shout! Talkin' 'bout our Lord! Talkin' 'bout our King! Don't you shut you eyes and ears Cuz Jesus is our thing! He a good good thing He a good good thing We a' love our Lord and King! -chorus- Listen ma' to ma' words Cuz they a' mak sense Jesus Christ is our Lord and Savior In the present tense Cults and idols try to lure They do a' they can... But we wi' no go to them Cuz Jesus is our MAN!! YEAH MON!! -chorus- We wo'n turn away... We wo'n forget... When we sing about our Savior We will stan' no sit! Jesus is SO good... We ne'd no proof! Jesus is forever mon The way the life... the TRUTH!!! YEAH MON!!! -chorus-
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if                                                     ( if you really don't care                            why bother ? ) // and thus the story called      OUR DAY.                                                     :: into the blinding light We stumble :: in and out of the Penny Arcade // The vast array of games ! ( lookie lookie ! Lotsa        Nookie ! ) // Into the shadows of the Alleyways ::: Words of love dribble down From the mouths with the forked tongues And the busted teeth • She walks around with her ******* exposed So the boys can  see the beauty there // She wanders  naked thru the streets Her purity Bringing Peace to the world // // ( nothing -- in any way -- is " for Sale " ) •• We are the golden ones ! // We // We bother // Gaze upon us and be glad // Gaze and follow Toward the light Till You see yourself there
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
jeffrey-robin
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if                                                     ( if you really don't care                            why bother ? ) // and thus the story called      OUR DAY.                                                     :: into the blinding light We stumble :: in and out of the Penny Arcade // The vast array of games ! ( lookie lookie ! Lotsa        Nookie ! ) // Into the shadows of the Alleyways ::: Words of love dribble down From the mouths with the forked tongues And the busted teeth • She walks around with her ******* exposed So the boys can  see the beauty there // She wanders  naked thru the streets Her purity Bringing Peace to the world // // ( nothing -- in any way -- is " for Sale " ) •• We are the golden ones ! // We // We bother // Gaze upon us and be glad // Gaze and follow Toward the light Till You see yourself there
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