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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 12/21/2004 10:13:24 PM | hickory dickery dok
the b*tch sucked my cok
the clock struck 2, i blew my goo
and drop her off on the corner................ | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 12/21/2004 10:15:47 PM | | Know what I love more? :::grin::: is the way you tell me when we express it in person....You have my whole heart. I cannot wait until next week when you move the bodies, in person...that moves both our hearts. LICK, I adore baby-boy. | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 12/21/2004 10:16:21 PM | | Did someone just let Andrew Dice Clay into the house? Because I swear I just heard him.... of course it could just be me but... | |
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Posted: 12/21/2004 10:23:10 PM | | Agent... thank you so much Brotha. Your an amazing talent yourself... a compliment like that, coming from you... speaks volumes. Mucho Appreciato!!! | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 12/21/2004 10:23:36 PM | | E....::::::kisses:::::: And I am so happy you are the last voice I hear every night before you lull me to sleep. I can't wait until you are here with me next week. | |
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| CROSSED MADMEN.... MY TRIBUTE TO....
Posted: 12/21/2004 10:36:44 PM | well this room's full of high NRG!! wow,nad... this was THE place to get a giggle!
Thank ya Cross~ you're the sh*t,and everybody knows it!! peace out doggy style(lol) | |
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| Rock the Kazbah, rock the Kazbah ....
Posted: 12/21/2004 10:45:53 PM | Life in motion, elemental
Chords strummed gently
Soul for a pick
Moving, moving,
Climbing walls, clearing fences
Breaking free
Hang the censors
Bite the hand
That quiets the curse
Headfirst, headlong
Into the abyss
Come along if it suits you
Take flight
Boundaries? Boundless !
Wings on the wing
Friends, compatriots
Let's do it !
Rock the Kazbah,
Rock the Kazbah
Ah hell yeah !
Kim :¬] | |
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| Rock the Kazbah, rock the Kazbah ....
Posted: 12/21/2004 10:49:47 PM | little miss muffet, sat on her tuffet
eating her curds and way
along came a spider and sat down beside her
and said whats in the bowl b*tch??? | |
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| Rock the Kazbah, rock the Kazbah ....
Posted: 12/21/2004 10:53:25 PM | OMG--"luvin every minute or it"..remember that one?
Another song that came to mind"the freaks come out at night!"
rock, and rap- who did those? | |
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| Rock the Kazbah, rock the Kazbah ....
Posted: 12/21/2004 11:02:00 PM | As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
But that's just perfect for an Amish like me
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I'm milkin' cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows... fool
And I've been milkin' and plowin' so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we're gonna party like it's 1699
We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
I've churned butter once or twice
Living in an Amish paradise
It's hard work and sacrifice
Living in an Amish paradise
We sell quilts at discount price
Living in an Amish paradise
A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and turned the other cheek
I really don't care, in fact I wish him well
'Cause I'll be laughing my head off when he's burning in hell
But I ain't never punched a tourist even if he deserved
An Amish with a 'tude? You know that's unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies all I agree I look good in black... fool
If you come to visit, you'll be bored to tears
We haven't even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain't really quaint, so please don't point and stare
We're just technologically impaired
There's no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Caruso
It's as primitave as can be
We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We're just plain and simple guys
Living in an Amish paradise
There's no time for sin and vice
Living in an Amish paradise
We don't fight, we all play nice
Living in an Amish paradise
Hitchin' up the buggy, churnin' lots of butter
Raised a barn on Monday, soon I'll raise another
Think you're really rightous? Think you're pure in heart?
Well, I know I'm a million times as humble as thou art
I'm the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night scorin' points for the afterlife
So don't be vain and don't be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might just have to get medieval on your heinie
We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We're all crazy Mennonites
Living in an Amish paradise
There's no cops or traffic lights
Living in an Amish paradise
But you'd probably think it bites
Living in an Amish paradise | |
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| All Hell For A Bat Fish
Posted: 12/21/2004 11:09:53 PM | Penguin sat quietly,
as the walrus did confide
"What we need here is useless.
All that's wanton is worthless.
All hell for a fat bat fish,
and a kettle of karma"
While dreams of rainbows,
glowing sky, sea anemomie,
urchins on a half shell
were all poor penguin could ponder
while listening less than intently
Then up with a start,
penguin did bellow
"All hell for a bat fish?
You fat f*cking pud!
All hell for us all,
and to hell with you, bud! "
Kim :¬] | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 12/24/2004 6:43:52 PM | I have felt the stones when they were thrown by a greater man.
I have known the cuts in my back, counted out by the sifting sand.
I did my damage, and sought my recourse. Realizing I was the only human around.
I noticed the scars that I created, the wounds that I made, the heart broken down.
I saw that with my very own eyes. I washed the blood from my very own hands.
Then I realized I was the only tainted Knight, that was allowed to walk this land.
Saddeling my steed, I fight off the need, to shout out to the gallows.
You never fell on your face, you never lost it, so now Im the one thats shallow.
I dont care right now, I got back what was always and forever hers.
I will make my mark in this life, contrary to what you think I deserve.
And I slide my sword in its scabbord, and I close my mouth. The two will remain. | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 12/24/2004 7:05:08 PM | When Tomorrow Was More Than I Knew
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I recall a time, when tomorrow was so sure. It had to be. I was thin. I was desired. I had plans. I had goals that I figured I knew would show up... somehow.
You pretend to know me, you love the heart that bleeds.
You act like you understand me, to justify your needs.
She knows me. In a way that none of you can. Ya, Im hurt as well.
She hears me. Im not a lost soul in this vast land, I know my own hell.
And she shows up there, caring, open and always willing to trust.
I took one time to cave in, and realized the heart that I crushed.
I will take your words, there coming by the absolute dozens.
I suppose one day you either will understand me, or continue to be brazen.
These things happen. Your life is no larger than mine, nor mine as important as yours.
It did shock me, that a week spent in hell caused all my friends to turn into wooden doors.
I dont blame you, this is the very life that I have always chose to live.
There was only ONE heart around here, that I had to beg me to forgive.
Cut your ties, call me out, say you thought I was something new, draw your line in the sand.
Im still whom I have always been, and I can take her alone, and continue to build this land.
Im sorry you feel the way you do. Maybe one day you will slow down, and we can exchange shoes. | |
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| Diary of a Madman
Posted: 12/24/2004 7:09:43 PM | I throw no stones to inflict
I only throw the stone of silence
I want not to make you reflect on the pain
But the pain inflicted
I know not of the reasons why
In jest we all play
Yet a heart not protected is one easily scarred
Actions of the unknowing can be harsh
I have ridden beside you as you with me
I choose not to leave your side, yet the choice is not mine alone to make
My silence speaks volumes, so it shall end here
Many battles we have fought, many scars we wear, many roads we have traveled
Let this not be the the road that we part on
Scars and bruises heal, yet what is inflicted by words are much longer and deeper
We are warriors of words and sharp tounged
What can be stated is that which can never be forgotten
The wound can be deep and the pain everlasting
Careful my warrior friend, for the sword that you yield will cut very deep..... | |
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