Querulous Quidnunc Joined: Fri May 14, 2010 6:59 pm Posts: 2569 Location: In your dreams.
Necrachilles wrote:
Tehra wrote:
Necrachilles wrote:
Butterflies are gay. I'd rather be a Butterfree or Metapod because they're so manly.
The metaphor went thataway <--------->
I understood the metaphor. I just chose to go a different way.
Ignorance is bliss. I know. I'd much rather not understand you if there is anything more to understand. If I'm meant to understand then I will in time.
I miss ignorance.
Necrachilles wrote:
My dick is huge.
I really miss ignorance.
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Querulous Quidnunc Joined: Fri May 14, 2010 6:59 pm Posts: 2569 Location: In your dreams.
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hold your colours against the wall when they take everything away
she looked into your eyes and saw what lay beneath don't try to save yourself - the circle is complete in reaching out and into you, nothing else could touch me
colours, eyes, circles.
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Raise your banner for the noise Wake the dogs up, call your boys Are you ready for the war? Bring your colours to the floor
I can see the freak in your eyes
Circles always amused me. Turns out my SSN is in pi sequentially, over 2 million digits in.
Chance of finding a 9 digit sequence in pi?
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Querulous Quidnunc Joined: Fri May 14, 2010 6:59 pm Posts: 2569 Location: In your dreams.
oh, and re:
Jushiro wrote:
I've said mongoloids before, but not until you left wow.
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This track was first played on Armin Van Buuren radio show "A State of Trance Episode 338"
Dooj's dream number, 2348 minus this year, is 338. Oh, and that episode aired for my 26th birthday.
If you were to take a=1 and z=26, you would get that number from my full name. People tend to call me "Sir", though. Tack that on for shits and giggles.
I think this is where I apologize for posting Linkin Park, but at least it's a nice remix.
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In cards and flowers on your window Your friends all plead for you to stay
Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple Sometimes goodbye's the only way
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So listen up Point to the truth Coz we are stricken uh-huhh And up here, with our asses in the air I'm gonna fly to the other side And find out what's news
This road feels rough Under my shoes Crunching and gritting all that we hold true And if you get your hands And hold them just so You might feel different and out of control
(Chorus) And I know there's something sick With what I've been sold I've been tricked, poisoned, mislead In what I've been told Yeah, ye-ye-yeahhh
So cut the crap Coz I've cut my soul With knives and anything that I can hold But you can buy me cheap If you want another round You'll find me swimming in your head Before you can count One, two, three
And I know there's something sick With what I've been sold I've been tricked, poisoned, mislead In what I've been told Oh baby you don't listen much To what I know, I know, I know, I know, I And our hearts are lit with darkness Falling down, down, down, down, down, down, down
And it's the cheapness of the world That's been getting me down With everyone screwing each other And anything they've found Every face I see, weeps with a colour I can't describe Weeping tears and dreams that are just swept aside Who are to scared to speak up Breathe the air, the evil, the change The memories that are oh so strange to us It's all become clear, with this song in my ears This song in my ears
And I know there's something sick With what I've been sold I've been tricked, poisoned, mislead In what I've been told Oh baby you don't listen much To what I know, I know, I know, I know And our hearts are lit with darkness Falling down, down, down, down, down, down, down
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"Ok we aren't such things and birds are pretty advanced. They fly and shit from anywhere they want. While we sit on our automatic toilets, they're shitting on people and my car while a cool breeze tickles their anus. That's the life."
Querulous Quidnunc Joined: Fri May 14, 2010 6:59 pm Posts: 2569 Location: In your dreams.
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United we stand If you want some
Yo I'm ready to go Let my energy flow Steadily bro, scaring off the enemy yo, Progression, while I'm releasing aggression, In this rap profession, I keep other cats gussing International player, pure poet, More devoted, but more soul than ya'll know it Voted as a spokesman for people with drama Feeding my team, out in front leading the scene
Check this out, Knowledge of self Check this out, Knowledge of self
Don't they see the worlds tired of them They're lying again, got the music dying again, na
I can't let it go down, we can throw down I'll meet you on the block and we can have a show down
If you want some If you want some
So here we are in these last days It's grimy and nasty Refined is my mind, I'm keeping some of my pathways Jerks always want to take kindness for weakness, revealing secrets Knowing I be dealing deep shit It's all good, I'm growing stronger daily I'm father to babies, I bomb you crazy Got more knowledge, than you can get from the internet, I spit wisdom that I got from introspect
Don't they see the worlds tired of them, They're lying again, got the music dying again, naa
I can't let it go down, we can throw down I'll meet you on the block and we can have a show down
If you want some, come and get some If you want some, come and get some If you want some, come and get some
Knowledge of Self
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Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
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