Off-topic thread...

**MaTr3o** · 15-09-2006 20:26

Originally Posted by D@ny

pai de draq cautarati la scoala?

mijto semnatura , and the way itz done

**an_deea** · 15-09-2006 20:49

**SAM** · 15-09-2006 20:50

**Roxelly** · 15-09-2006 21:01

nu stiam ca un copil de 3 anisori te poate aduce pe culmile disperarii

**SAM** · 15-09-2006 21:04

Originally Posted by Roxelly

nu stiam ca un copil de 3 anisori te poate aduce pe culmile disperarii

se pare ca ai descoperit raspunsul..!

**DD2ny** · 15-09-2006 21:14

Originally Posted by matr3o

mijto semnatura , and the way itz done

10x

Originally Posted by Roxelly

nu stiam ca un copil de 3 anisori te poate aduce pe culmile disperarii

hehe...la 3 anisori e ingerasi...stai sa mai creasca 1-2 ani

**Aetana** · 15-09-2006 21:20

multi cretini mai sunt pe lumea asta....si majoritatea deschid gura de dragu de a o face,dc ar tine-o inchisa ar da deja dovada de inteligenta

**Nyx** · 15-09-2006 22:43

Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know that is new?
Where are you going to?
Because I want to go with you

So meet me down at the Blue Cafe ...

**Johan** · 16-09-2006 09:59

Please don't judge me so wait just before you go come up closer to the cage
Let me taste the smells of your own body cells you mustn't covert me with rage
I ate to feed I killed in kind you believe me don't you hear the echos in your mind
They say I'm insane don't they but do they really know why
They say I'm nothing but a cannibal can't understand or even try
For in the night when I whisper from my cell and play my pshyciatric game
In the morning when the inmate's dead they hang a new one to my fame
If I walked the streets a free man in the heat I couldn't terrify a crowd
But in a silent home where we'd be all alone you'd need to freshen up a shroud
Please believe I couldn't hurt you I'd try to make you feel
Welcomed like a friend I'd have you over for a meal
Then I'd tear at your silken breast rip out the heart beating and bloody
Gnaw with lust at your soften neck cutting and spitting and cooking you slowly
Feed you up like a blooded boar fruit in the mouth and garnished with roses
Feel nothing for you anymore deader than hell a meal for a hungry man