Vive le vent, vive le vent, vive le vent d´hiver.

Pis une fois que les fêtes sont passées tu pries le bon Dieu à chaque matin pour que ca fondeeee enfinnnn, tabarnak.

Non, chut.

Viens par m´dire que rendu est Mars t´est pas écoeuré d´la neige pi du frette. Q_Q

• Mich profil

* Posté le 20 novembre 2007 à 22:48:26 avertir modérateur
* Allo Sophie. Ça va bien?

Oui toi?

Plus vers mai, car cest pas normal qu´il y est de la neige Q_Q
La faute aux amaricains...

Très bien.

J´aime pas ben ben l´hiver, mais j´aime me promener dans l´bois proche de che nous l´hiver. <3 Pagan.

Mais c´est sur que quand les autres cools de ma polyvalente eux aiment le snowboard et whatever.. eww sport.. >_>

Same, ca fait pagan, so nordique <3

Elle hante encore mes pensées
Impossible de se concentrer
Comment faire pour arreter
De me laisser ensorceler
Par une telle hypnotisée
Maintenant elle est encrée
En plein milieu de ma mémoire,
Y a-t-il de l’espoir ?

Elle me hante quand j’y pense
Elle m’enchante quand elle danse
Elle déambule et je fabule
Je suis un funambule

Et chaque fois que je la vois
Tout s’effondre autour de moi
Mon cœur se bat pour tout lui dire
Mais j’imagine le pire
Alors je renonce, et je me dégonfle,
Elle n’a rien vu, inapercu

Elle nage dans mes pensées
Une sirène dans l’eau glacée
J’ai manqué mon bateau alors qu’il m’attendait,
quel con je suis resté ici
Trop tard maintenant il flotte loin sur l’océan
d’un autre cœur déjà conquis

Elle me hante quand j’y pense
Elle m’enchante quand elle danse
Elle déambule et je fabule
Je suis un funambule

Elle me hante quand j’y pense
Elle m’enchante quand elle danse
Elle déambule et je fabule
Je suis un funambule

<3

Oompa Loompa Doopity Doo
Jeffrey´s Stirring Up Some
Chocolate For You
Oompa Loompa Doompity Dee
He Worked At The
Ambrosia Chocolate Factory
What Would You
Bet Jeffrey Guzzled Down Meat
Eating A Bunch Of The
Fellas He´d Meet
If Jeff Was A Cat
And Men Were The Rats
What Do You Think
Will Come Of That
I Don´t Like The Look Of It

Oompa Loompa Doopity Dah
Jeffrey Loved Eating
Men From Gay Bars
And He Lived In Happiness Too
Like The Oompa Loompa Doopity Doo
Doopity Doo

<3

Vive le vent, vive le vent, vive le vent d´hiver!

Please don´t stop the music.

Please let me die in solitude...

You won´t close my eyes and watch me die.

Her meat
Tasted so sweet
All the way
Down to her little ass

Skinning the body parts
Picking his prime parts
Eating the young
Mass murderer
Brought human pieces
To his home
His hunger... Is forever

Remember, remember the 5th of November...

Her father lies bleeding, his blood on my hands
Gratitude apparent, her sobs turn to signs of relief

Touching her tear-stained cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes
She worships me as a god
We embrace passionately on the floor, spreading her legs
My fantasy fleshed forever

I shove myself gently into her, gasping she smiles and cries
Her blood streams from the vagina, she used to be a virgin whore
(Fucking her, this is my Fantasy!)
Father knew better than to take that away
His dick only went in her mouth and her ass
I am the one whom she´ll remember always
As he who made her tremble with first orgasm

My body now growing numb I don´t know why
I can feel my insides changing into a god
(What is wrong? Who am I becoming?)
I become her Jesus in the flesh
Blood on my hands pouring from gaping holes

She gets to fuck me! The Son of God!
A fantasy she has for pain I inflict
My hands slide up her breasts so slowly
And constrict around her neck tightly

Cartilage and veins popping, her expression is delight
As I climax, my thorny crown drops upon her bloated face

Suddenly her Christ is gone and so is she
He took away my only passion in life
And now all I have is a pile of broken flesh
His possession has robbed me, and all I feel is hate...

CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!
CHRIST, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!

From the ice-cold norwegian hills
From the frozen silver mountain
And from my world I consider you as dead...
I am born of evil and of sin
And I always walked unholy paths
That you never seen or heard of...
...and I must fight this endless battle alone...

You freeze to death... in morning mist...
Great vast landscape, frostbitten woodlands
Frozen thundra, hellish blizzard storms
Here snow will always fall... black majestic winter magic
The evil frozen moonlit nights

Here exist no fucking life!
This is my Pandaemonium!!!
The unholy north!!!
The cold grip of frost...
Cold grip of frost!!!

Screams from tormented souls
Echoes in these towering mountains
The burning pain is meant to last...
The direction of the cold wings brings the putrid smell of death...
And heretics and devils stand up and ride towards unholy death...

Inhuman coldness, hellish winds
Black demons of the past
Norwegian winter hell
Violent battlecries, perverted deathnoise
Victorious echoes of war, death and despair
Candle-life, by own blood, and heathen heritage

HAILS!

United forever in friendship and labour,
Our mighty republics will ever endure.
The great Soviet Union will live through the ages.
The dream of a people their fortress secure.

CHORUS:
Long live our Soviet Motherland, built by the people´s mighty hand.
Long live our People, united and free.
Strong in our friendship tried by fire. Long may our crimson flag inspire,
Shining in glory for all men to see.

Through days dark and stormy where Great Lenin led us
Our eyes saw the bright sun of freedom above
and Stalin our Leader with faith in the People,
Inspired us to build up the land that we love.

CHORUS:
Long live our Soviet Motherland, built by the people´s mighty hand.
Long live our People, united and free.
Strong in our friendship tried by fire. Long may our crimson flag inspire,
Shining in glory for all men to see.

We fought for the future, destroyed the invader,
and brought to our homeland the Laurels of Fame.
Our glory will live in the memory of nations
and all generations will honour her name.

CHORUS:
Long live our Soviet Motherland, built by the people´s mighty hand.
Long live our People, united and free.
Strong in our friendship tried by fire. Long may our crimson flag inspire,
Shining in glory for all men to see.

In Soviet Russia, anthem sings YOU!!!