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		DeltaFlyer Vice Admiral
 
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 5:44 am    favourite lyrics | 
			 
			
				
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				youyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyouuuuuuuuuuuuuu  
 
 
hey post your favourite lyrics here   share with us your favourite songs   it can be like karaoke      
 
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		Anti-crombie1 Dr. Greenthumb
  
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 9:30 am     | 
			 
			
				
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				isnt there a topic already for this?
 
 
 
*fries up some spam*
 
 
 
anyone want a sandwich?
 
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		Dr. Jetrel Rear Admiral
 
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				ow lalalalalaalalalallalallala is my fav  
 
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		Anti-crombie1 Dr. Greenthumb
  
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				i figured i'd post a song, hope you like it                 
 
 
       Cradle Of Filth - Lord Abortion
 
 
I was born with a birthmark of cinders
 
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
 
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
 
Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her
 
 
Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
 
The bonesaw on the backseat
 
On this bitter night of giving head
 
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
 
Lump in the throat, on my *beep* choke
 
The killing joke worn thin with breath
 
 
I grew up on the *beep**beep* Father beat blue
 
Keepsake *beep*cut full out easing puberty through
 
 
Aah! Nostalgia grows
 
Now times nine or ten
 
Within this vice den called a soul
 
Dying resurrection
 
I dig deep to *beep*again
 
The spasm of *beep*on a roll...
 
 
I live the slow serrated rape
 
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
 
Victims force fed thair own face
 
Tear stains upon the drape
 
I should compare them
 
To a warm Summer's day
 
But to the letter, it is better
 
To lichen their names to a grave
 
 
Counting My years on an abacus strung
 
With labial rings and heartstrings undone
 
 
Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
 
The bonesaw on the backseat
 
On this bitter night of giving head
 
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
 
Lump in the throat, on My *beep*choke
 
The killing joke worn thin with breath
 
 
Horrorscopes My diorama
 
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
 
Another chained I mean to harm Her
 
Inside as well as out
 
A perverts gasp inside the mask
 
I'm hard, blow My house of cards
 
All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
 
In brute vermillion parts...
 
 
Now I slither through the hairline cracks
 
In sanity, best watch your back
 
 
Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
 
Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack
 
 
My ambition is to slay anon
 
A sinner in the hands of a dirty *beep*
 
Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
 
Of light where faith leads truth astray
 
 
I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces
 
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
 
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
 
*beep* skin to later taste and *beep*within
 
 
"My heart was a wardrum beat
 
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
 
When number thirteen fell in My lap
 
Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
 
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
 
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
 
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
 
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
 
She went out like the light in My mind
 
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...
 
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for *beep*
 
Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
 
I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
 
But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?
 
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
 
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."
 
 
The suspect shadow sher they least
 
Expect My burning grasp to reach
 
 
The stranglehold, the opened arms
 
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred
 
 
Rainbows that My razors wrung
 
Midst Her screams and seams undone
 
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
 
I bite My spiteful tongue
 
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
 
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
 
Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
 
I weep, they merely stare...
 
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.
 
 
 
 
 
  Last edited by Anti-crombie1 on Sun Nov 24, 2002 10:16 am; edited 1 time in total
 
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		Dr. Jetrel Rear Admiral
 
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 10:14 am     | 
			 
			
				
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				hmmmmm makes me feel all happy  
 
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		Kat Moore Rear Admiral
  
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 10:53 am     | 
			 
			
				
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				 	  | Anti-crombie1 wrote: | 	 		  i figured i'd post a song, hope you like it                 
 
 
       Cradle Of Filth - Lord Abortion
 
 
I was born with a birthmark of cinders
 
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
 
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
 
Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her
 
 
Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
 
The bonesaw on the backseat
 
On this bitter night of giving head
 
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
 
Lump in the throat, on my *beep* choke
 
The killing joke worn thin with breath
 
 
I grew up on the *beep**beep* Father beat blue
 
Keepsake *beep*cut full out easing puberty through
 
 
Aah! Nostalgia grows
 
Now times nine or ten
 
Within this vice den called a soul
 
Dying resurrection
 
I dig deep to *beep*again
 
The spasm of *beep*on a roll...
 
 
I live the slow serrated rape
 
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
 
Victims force fed thair own face
 
Tear stains upon the drape
 
I should compare them
 
To a warm Summer's day
 
But to the letter, it is better
 
To lichen their names to a grave
 
 
Counting My years on an abacus strung
 
With labial rings and heartstrings undone
 
 
Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
 
The bonesaw on the backseat
 
On this bitter night of giving head
 
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
 
Lump in the throat, on My *beep*choke
 
The killing joke worn thin with breath
 
 
Horrorscopes My diorama
 
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
 
Another chained I mean to harm Her
 
Inside as well as out
 
A perverts gasp inside the mask
 
I'm hard, blow My house of cards
 
All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
 
In brute vermillion parts...
 
 
Now I slither through the hairline cracks
 
In sanity, best watch your back
 
 
Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
 
Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack
 
 
My ambition is to slay anon
 
A sinner in the hands of a dirty *beep*
 
Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
 
Of light where faith leads truth astray
 
 
I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces
 
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
 
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
 
*beep* skin to later taste and *beep*within
 
 
"My heart was a wardrum beat
 
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
 
When number thirteen fell in My lap
 
Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
 
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
 
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
 
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
 
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
 
She went out like the light in My mind
 
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...
 
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for *beep*
 
Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
 
I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
 
But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?
 
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
 
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."
 
 
The suspect shadow sher they least
 
Expect My burning grasp to reach
 
 
The stranglehold, the opened arms
 
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred
 
 
Rainbows that My razors wrung
 
Midst Her screams and seams undone
 
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
 
I bite My spiteful tongue
 
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
 
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
 
Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
 
I weep, they merely stare...
 
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.
 
 
 
 
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i love that song!      
 
 
and people, there is a Topic JUST like this.
 
Its called Kats Funky Tunes.
 
this topic might be locked soon.
 
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		DeltaFlyer Vice Admiral
 
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 11:46 am     | 
			 
			
				
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				ooh joy of joys  
 
 
takes a couple people off of her be nice to list
 
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		Dr. Jetrel Rear Admiral
 
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 2:40 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				*scraps one to*  
 
ow wait already done that  
 
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		Kat Moore Rear Admiral
  
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 2:49 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				 	  | DeltaFlyer wrote: | 	 		  ooh joy of joys  
 
 
takes a couple people off of her be nice to list | 	  
 
 
*Sticks her toung out at DF*
 
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		Dr. Jetrel Rear Admiral
 
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 2:53 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				*chops off kats tongue with a giant axe  *
 
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		DeltaFlyer Vice Admiral
 
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 2:54 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				 	  | Kat Moore wrote: | 	 		   	  | DeltaFlyer wrote: | 	 		  ooh joy of joys  
 
 
takes a couple people off of her be nice to list | 	  
 
 
*Sticks her toung out at DF* | 	  
 
*blinks*    are you harassing me?
 
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		Dr. Jetrel Rear Admiral
 
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 2:58 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				kids do the darnest things dont they  
 
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		Kat Moore Rear Admiral
  
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 2:59 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				 	  | Dr. Jetrel wrote: | 	 		  *chops off kats tongue with a giant axe  * | 	  
 
 
good thing i have extras!   
 
 
and No DF, i wassent harassing you   i was simply showing you how you act with body language   
 
do you have to take everything seriousaly?
 
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		DeltaFlyer Vice Admiral
 
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:00 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				*does a belly dance*
 
 
you mean body language like that?  
 
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		Kat Moore Rear Admiral
  
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:01 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				 	  | Dr. Jetrel wrote: | 	 		  kids do the darnest things dont they   | 	  
 
 
im not a kid dammit....stop calling me that.
 
 
17 year olds are NOT kids!!!!!!!
 
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		Dr. Jetrel Rear Admiral
 
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:02 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				ow boy  
 
kiddie response  
 
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		Kat Moore Rear Admiral
  
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:02 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				 	  | DeltaFlyer wrote: | 	 		  *does a belly dance*
 
 
you mean body language like that?   | 	  
 
 
no...not like that......
 
 
but hey..that was pretty good.
 
Have you ever considered being a dancer...you might be good at it.
 
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		Kat Moore Rear Admiral
  
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:03 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				 	  | Dr. Jetrel wrote: | 	 		  ow boy  
 
kiddie response   | 	  
 
 
whatever.
 
 
and i suggest you not ride me today....i have PMS!!!!!!
 
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		Dr. Jetrel Rear Admiral
 
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:03 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				  *thinks* professional tongue sticker?  
 
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		Dr. Jetrel Rear Admiral
 
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:04 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				 	  | Kat Moore wrote: | 	 		   	  | Dr. Jetrel wrote: | 	 		  ow boy  
 
kiddie response   | 	  
 
 
whatever.
 
 
and i suggest you not ride me today....i have PMS!!!!!! | 	  whatever   ki.......response......hahahahahahahahahaha i am so not scared    
 
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		Kat Moore Rear Admiral
  
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:07 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				 	  | Dr. Jetrel wrote: | 	 		   	  | Kat Moore wrote: | 	 		   	  | Dr. Jetrel wrote: | 	 		  ow boy  
 
kiddie response   | 	  
 
 
whatever.
 
 
and i suggest you not ride me today....i have PMS!!!!!! | 	  whatever   ki.......response......hahahahahahahahahaha i am so not scared     | 	  
 
 
whats your problem Jetrel..you used to be nice to me...and now you have an attitude with me??????
 
Im confused here
 
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		Dr. Jetrel Rear Admiral
 
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:08 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				you take everything serieusly?  
 
well g2g speak to yall later  
 
*makes fishie for DF  *
 
<XXXXXXXXXXXXXX*************<
 
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		DeltaFlyer Vice Admiral
 
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				*takes the fish and puts it in the special fish tank*
 
 
heres a special breed of fish
 
 
><XX**XX**XX**XX**XX**X*((>
 
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		Kat Moore Rear Admiral
  
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:12 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				*Licks lips*
 
Yummmm fish.....
 
*Drools*
 
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		Oompsty Vice Admiral
  
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				 Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:27 pm     | 
			 
			
				
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				That group is disturbing...
 
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  But it's like love or hate, now is that real or fake? 
 
Cause it's a real thin line, but that's your choice to make.
 
The question at hand, help me understand, is this your plan? 
 
I think I can, can I think, then I think I can.
 
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