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J´imagine qu´il pleurait de pas avoir leur propre forum, quand le but du forum quebec était l´horaire.
Sinon sa reste bien pour eu...

Ouan mais les belges son con c bien connu.

Je dis jalousie.

J´mange des hamburgers a soir!!! jai hate!

Tu dois être riche pour manger des hamburgers o_O

Quiche à la mère >>

Chained to the log. Handcuffed and drugged.
Still pain is all you feel.
A piece of meat that hardly breathes.
Still much a human being.
Forcing his way into your ass.
John Wayne Gacy is near.
Flesh will rip and bloody will flow.
This death comes in your rear.

One of 33 something.
All who were raped and bled.
The last thing you will ever hear
before your fucking dead is...

Drink my cum. Take my rum.
Blooded hole. Twisted soul.
Eat my shit. Suck my dick.
Writhe in pain and die insane.

With every breath inhale the stench
of lubrication shit and sweat.
The smell of love the smell of human
blood and excrement.
Once you´ve played with Mr. Gacy,
there´s no way out. No release.
In the attic is all hell, then in the
basement you´ll find peace.

One of 33 something.
All who were raped and bled.
The last thing you will ever hear
before your fucking dead is...

Drink my cum. Take my rum.
Blooded hole. Twisted soul.
Eat my shit. Suck my dick.
Writhe in pain and die insane.

Drink my cum. Take my rum.
Blooded hole. Twisted soul.
Eat my shit. Suck my dick.
Writhe in pain and die insane.

Fresh_Zero Posté le 03 octobre 2007 à 23:12:59 Quiche à la mère >>

Quiche À la mère?

Comme quand on dit par exemple

Tarte à la fraise?

Tu me fais peur

Non.

Juste qu´la mère a fait des bonne quiche.

Ghost of Mother
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother´s Bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head

Ghost of perdition
Stuck in her chest
A warning no one read
Tragic friendship
Called inside the fog
Pouring venom brew deceiving

Devil cracked the earthly shell
Foretold she was the one
Blew hope into the room and said:
"You have to live before you die young"

Holding her down
Channeling darkness
Hemlock for the gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light

Road into the dark unaware
Winding ever higher

Darkness by her side
Spoke and passed her by
Dedicated hunter
Waits to pull us under
Rose up to it´s call
In his arms she´d fall
Mother light received
And a faithful servent´s free

In time the hissing of her sanity
Faded out her voice and soiled her name
And like marked pages in a diary
Everything seemed clean and is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Decide what is clear and what´s within a haze
What you should take and what to give

Ghost of Perdition
A saint´s premonitions unclear
Keeper of holy hordes
Keeper of holy whores

To see a beloved son
In despair of what´s to come

If one cut the source of the flow
And everything would change
Would conviction fall
In the shadows of the righteous
The phantasm of your mind
Might be calling you to go
Defying the forgotten morals
Where the victim is the prey

J´aime mieux les burgers du pere!

GOAL!

je reste pas

Message troooooooooop utile!

Quoique comique.
Chu fatiqué ´kay?
Sophie!!

Salut!
Quelques s´y connais en moteur hydraulique? :s

Si tu te fait pogner a fumé dans un lieux publique,sa fait quoi ? Je parle de cigarette ou cigare .

Quelqu´un peut déposer une plainte contre toi et tu peux avoir une amende.

Amende, I Guess.