{"content":"\n \n \n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n Lunhui<\/a>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n <\/span>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n 104 posts\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n\n \n ed October 2012<\/strong>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n Lunhui<\/a>\n\n \n 2012-10-28T04:05:30+00:00<\/time>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n 257ers - Auseinanda xD<\/span>SPOILER<\/a>Okay der Pegel ersteigt,bringe die M\u00e4dels zum Schrein Seit Medusa ihn sah ist mein Penis aus Stein. Doch im gegensatz zu vorher ist das ekelig weil.. Ich gib mir E's gib mir Schnee gib mir Kekse und Wein. Wenn ich nicht den Dicksten haben sollte,rede ichs mir ein. Um ein Guten Part zu schreiben ist mein Sch\u00e4del zu klein,gib mir den Sebel ich Teil dein Schei\u00df Leben in 2 und erledige es .... Yeaah Schwedische Rhymes.Okay 40 Grad im Schatten,doch ich Creme mich nicht ein. GANGSTER ! Ich..... Selfmade! .... h\u00e4tte uns eh nicht gesignt. Ey ich Sch\u00e4m mich am Mike,weil mir fehlt eine Line. Ja mein Penis magnetisch..Dein Sch\u00e4biges Weib tr\u00e4gt den Gril in der Fresse. Jetzt bl\u00e4st sie mir ein. Ich versteh diesen Hype nicht wie jeder den Mike. Als ich geboren wurde,wurden gerade die Schl\u00e4ge verteilt. Refrain: Wer will frische Kekse haben wir gerade erst gebacken,Vorsicht Finger nicht verbrennen die sind Hei\u00df SCHEI\u00df! Mit \u00fcbels dicken Madelst\u00fcckchen und Schokolade auch dabei. Wir haben auch ein paar Sojakekse, hast du Laktoseunvertr\u00e4glichkeit . Wir nehmen alles AUSEINANDA NANANANANANANNANADADA AKK!! - Wir nehmen alles AUSEINANDA NANANANANANANNANADADA. Leht euch zur\u00fcck und genie\u00dft die Show. Ey sind dass nicht die Hurens\u00f6hne aus FAV'S Video? . Ihr werde uns nie wieder los,wir sind Klinisch und tot. W\u00fcrde wir andere Mucke machen,aber daf\u00fcr Schnezin zu tot... Guck ich spiele mit Koks,riesen Portion oder liege nur so auf einer Wiese und Flow und Tick nicht mehr richtig wie ein Dealer mit Sohn? Feier S.I.D.O in meinem geleasten Peugeot. Aber wieso nennst du dich denn Hurensohn;Das mag ich nicht so.. Sorry bin ich noch von meinem Vati gewohnt. Jetzt bin ich mal dran mit Fragen, Warum Fragst du so Doof. Zieh den FAV Pulli aus man. Sonst schlag ich dich Tod.Ich hab kein bisschen Flow meine Schei\u00dfe ich Rot und Steckelrapper Dissen kann ich mir leisten wie Koks . F\u00fcr euren .... gib mir Schweinefleisch gegen G\u00e4nse gegen Kochen hol dem Meister Trikot. Refrain: Wer will frische Kekse haben wir gerade erst gebacken,Vorsicht Finger nicht verbrennen die sind Hei\u00df SCHEI\u00df! Mit \u00fcbels dicken Madelst\u00fcckchen und Schokolade auch dabei. Wir haben auch ein paar Sojakekse, hast du Laktoseunvertr\u00e4glichkeit . Wir nehmen alles AUSEINANDA NANANANANANANNANADADA AKK!! - Wir nehmen alles AUSEINANDA NANANANANANANNANADADA. Und abgehen Jewlz kommt mit Schneezin um die Ecke voll auf Speed und auf Tabelette,Aggresiver blick... und noch N J\u00e4ger und der Jewlz haut mir den Kiefer aus der Fresse. Nenn es Alkohol,jetzt trink ich aus der Schnabeltasse Schnaps und danach Rate was ich mach,ich wei\u00df es selber nicht, Laber nur und warte... Mach nen Harten und du Nase kriegst nen Spaten<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n Foxtrot<\/a>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n <\/span>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n 1,165 posts\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n\n \n ed April 2012<\/strong>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n Topic Starter\n <\/span>\n <\/div>\n \n \n Foxtrot<\/a>\n\n \n 2012-11-01T03:57:52+00:00<\/time>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n Velvet Underground - The Gift<\/span>SPOILER<\/a>Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months, and all he had to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone calls. True, when school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin, and he toLocust, Pennsylvania, she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity. She would date occasionally, but merely as amusement. She would remain faithful. But lately Waldo had begun to worry. He had trouble sleeping at night and when he did, he had horrible dreams. He lay awake at night, tossing and turning underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion. It was more than the human mind could bear. Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him. Daytime fantasies of sexual abandon permeated his thoughts. And the thing was, they wouldn't understand how she really was. He, Waldo, alone understood this. He had intuitively grasped every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her smile. She needed him, and he wasn't there (Awww...). The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers' Parade was scheduled to appear. He'd just finished mowing and edging the Edelsons lawn for a dollar fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from the Amalgamated Aluminum Company of America inquiring into his awing needs. At least they cared enough to write.It was a New York company. You could go anywhere in the mails. Then it struck him. He didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion,true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly simple. He would ship himself parcel post, special delivery. The next day Waldo went to the supermarket to purchase the necessary equipment. He bought masking tape, a staple gun and a medium sized cardboard box just right for a person of his build. He judged that with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. A few airholes, some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as going tourist.By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed and the post office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He'd marked the package \"Fragile\", and as he sat curled up inside, resting on the foam rubber cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe and happiness on Marshas face as she opened her door, saw the package, tipped the deliverer, and then opened it to see her Waldo finally there in person. She would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie. If he'd only thought of this before. Suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt himself borne up. He landed with a thud in a truck and was off. Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It had been a very rough weekend. She had to not to drink like that. Bill had been nice aboutit though. After it was over he'd said he still respected her and, after all, it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't love her, he did feel an affection for her. And after all, they were grown adults. Oh, what Bill could teach Waldo - but that seemed many years ago. Sheila Klein, her very, very best friend, walked in through the porch screen door and into the kitchen. \"Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside.\" \"Ach, I know what you mean, I feel all icky!\" Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton robe with the silk outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on the kitchen table, licked her finger and made a face. \"I'm supposed to be taking these salt pills, but,\" she wrinkled her nose, \"they make me feel like throwing up.\" Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd seen on television. \"God, don't even talk about that.\" She got up from the table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue vitamins. \"Want one? Supposed to be better than steak,\" and then attempted to touch her knees. \"I don't think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again.\" She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that ed thetelephone. \"Maybe Bill'll call,\" she said to Sheila's glance. Sheila nibbled on a cuticle. \"After last night, I thought maybe you'd be through with him.\" \"I know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus. Hands all over the place.\" She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. \"The thing is, after a while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all I didn't really do anything Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him. You know what I mean.\" She started to scratch. Sheila was giggling with her hand over her mouth. \"I'll tell you, I felt the same way, and even after a while,\" here she bent forward in a whisper, \"I wanted to!\" Now she was laughing very loudly. It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence Darrow Post Office rang the doorbell of the large stucco colored frame house. When Marsha Bronson opened the door, he helped her carry the package in. He had his yellow and his green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that Marsha had gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. \"What do you think it is?\" Sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back. She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living room. \"I dunno.\"Inside the package, Waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the muffled voices. Sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down the center of the carton. \"Why don't you look at the return address and see who it's from?\" Waldo felt his heart beating. He could feel the vibrating footsteps. It would be soon.Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. \"Ah, god, it's from Waldo!\" \"That schmuck!\" said Sheila. Waldo trembled with expectation. \"Well, you might as well open it,\" said Sheila. Both of them tried to lift the staple flap. \"Ah sst,\" said Marsha, groaning, \"he must have nailed it shut.\" They tugged on the flap again. \"My God, you need a power drill to get this thing open!\" They pulled again. \"You can't get a grip.\" They both stood still, breathing heavily. \"Why don't you get a scissor,\" said Sheila. Marsha ran into the kitchen, but all she could find was a little sewing scissor. Then she ed that her father kept a collection of tools in the basement. She ran downstairs, and when she came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter in her hand. \"This is the best I could find.\" She was very out of breath. \"Here, you do it. I-I'm gonna die.\" She sank into a large fluffy couch and exhaled noisily. Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the end of the cardboard flap, but the blade was too big and there wasn't enough room. \"God damn this thing!\" she said feeling very exasperated. Then smiling,\"I got an idea.\" \"What?\" said Marsha. \"Just watch,\" said Sheila, touching her finger to her head.Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could barely breathe. His skin felt prickly from the heat, and he could feel his heart beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila stood quite upright and walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank down to her knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the long blade through the middle of the package, through the masking tape, through the cardboard, through the cushioning and (thud) right through the center of Waldo Jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun.<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n Suzu_old_1<\/a>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n <\/span>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n 267 posts\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n\n \n ed January 2012<\/strong>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n Suzu_old_1<\/a>\n\n \n 2012-11-01T10:21:45+00:00<\/time>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n Vinter in Hollywood - Ride Like the Wind<\/span>Lycris<\/a>They think I'm innocentI should be hanged for all I've doneThey think I'm cool enoughTo be allowed to play with gunsAre you man enough, bad enoughAre you smart enough, fast enoughThey say that I ride, like the windIn a storm, all winter longGot nothing to hide, this vinter is warmTurning us onYou got them angry, you got them madYou got them hungry, you got them badBut you know what they say nowThey say that I ride, like the windIn a storm, all winter longGot nothing to hide, this vinter is warmTurning us onHey kid! I think you got what it takesBut the first thing you must learn is to learn from your mistakesWin or loose, you get to chooseSling your gun, just for funBut you know what they say nowBut you know what they say nowBut you know what they say about meThey say that I ride, like the windIn a storm, all winter longGot nothing to hide, this vinter is warmTurning us on<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n <\/a><3<\/a><3<\/a><\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n Blue Stig<\/a>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n <\/span>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n 378 posts\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n\n \n ed November 2011<\/strong>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n Blue Stig<\/a>\n\n \n 2012-11-01T23:22:55+00:00<\/time>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n Rush - The Camera Eye<\/strong><\/span><\/span>SPOILER<\/a><\/iframe><\/div><\/div><\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n <\/center><\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n Aeidxst<\/a>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n <\/span>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n 291 posts\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n\n \n ed July 2012<\/strong>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n Aeidxst<\/a>\n\n \n 2012-11-02T03:07:50+00:00<\/time>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n <\/span>Tool - Parabol & Parabola<\/a>So familiarAnd overwhelmingly warmThis one, this form I hold nowEmbracing you, this reality hereThis one, this form I hold nowSo wide-eyed and hopefulWide-eyed and hopefully wildWe barely What came before this precious momentChoosing to be here, right now, hold onStay insideThis body holding meReminding me that I am not alone inThis body makes me feelEternal, all this pain is an illusion______________________________________________________________We barely , who or what came before this precious moment.We are choosing to be here, right now. Hold on, stay inside...This holy reality, this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone inThis body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.Alive... I...In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in...This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone inThis body, this body holding me, feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion.Twirling 'round with this familiar parabol.Spinning, weaving 'round each new experience.Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate thischance to be alive and breathing,a chance to be alive and breathing.This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.Embrace this moment. ; we are eternal,all this pain is an illusion.<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n carosan<\/a>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n <\/span>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n 110 posts\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n\n \n ed October 2012<\/strong>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n carosan<\/a>\n\n \n 2012-11-02T05:19:26+00:00<\/time>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n http:\/\/youtu.be\/Lt0WP9ZBNiY<\/a>Simple Plan - Welcome To My Life<\/strong>Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don't belong And no one understands you Do you ever want to run away? Do you lock yourself in your room? With the radio on turned up so loud That no one hears you screaming No you don't know what it's like When nothing feels alright You don't know what it's like To be like me To be hurt, to feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked when you're down To feel like you've been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down And no one's there to save you No you don't know what it's like Welcome to my life Do you wanna be somebody else? Are you sick of feeling so left out? Are you desperate to find something more Before your life is over? Are you stuck inside a world you hate? Are you sick of everyone around? With their big fake smiles and stupid lies While deep inside you're bleeding No you don't know what it's like When nothing feels alright You don't know what it's like To be like me To be hurt, to feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked when you're down To feel like you've been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down And no one's there to save you No you don't know what it's like Welcome to my life No one ever lied straight to your face And no one ever stabbed you in the back You might think I'm happy But I'm not gonna be ok Everybody always gave you what you wanted You never had to work It was always there You don't know what it's like What it's like To be hurt, to feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked when you're down To feel like you've been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down And no one's there to save you No you don't know what it's like (what it's like) To be hurt To feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked When you're down To feel like you've been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down And no one's there to save you No you don't know what it's like Welcome to my life Welcome to my life Welcome to my life<\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n xXLeonKunXx<\/a>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n <\/span>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n 15 posts\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n\n \n ed May 2011<\/strong>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n xXLeonKunXx<\/a>\n\n \n 2012-11-02T18:34:55+00:00<\/time>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n You say yesI say noYou say stopAnd I say go, go, go!Oh no!You say goodbye, and I say hello!Hello, hello!I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello!You say high,I say lowYou say why?And I say \"I do't know\"!Oh no!You say good bye, and I say hello!Hello, hello!I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello!Why why why why why why?Do you say?Goodbye, goodbye!Oh no!You say goodbye, and I say hello!Hello, hello!I don't know why you say goodbye,I say hello-o! Hello!Hella-Hello-Helloa!<\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n Pretty flowers<\/strong><\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n Vapor<\/a>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n <\/span>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n 157 posts\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n\n \n ed July 2011<\/strong>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n Vapor<\/a>\n\n \n 2012-11-02T19:12:56+00:00<\/time>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n Going through a bit of a Busted phase at the minute~<\/span>She Wants To Be Me ~ Busted<\/a>At first I told myselfI need my head inspectedI notice little thingsSame t-shirt and sun glassesThen it got weirder seeShe cut her hair like meShe bought a red guitarKept driving round in my carI'm kissing her and sheShe slams me against the wallShe crashed into a busChasing some super modelShe's analysed my smileShe's memorised my phone bookShe always wears my clothesHer favourite words are WOOOHOO!She looks like, does like, sounds like meShe's stealing my identityAnd I'm begging youSomebody notice me somebody noticeI'm fading away hereWhat have I got to do to make you seeMy girlfriend is a wannabeAnd she wants to be meI'm saying something's wrongShe's out back playing soccerShe used to do balletNow she's a heavy smokerShe's so obsessed with meThat she stands up to peeAnd now her stupid gamesHave started taking overDon't need no special helpDon't need to see a doctorI know you're worried butI'm telling you just watch herIt's like she's cracked my codeKnows things I've never spoke ofShe wants sex all the timeand still find time to **** offShe looks like, just like, sounds like meShe's stealing my identityAnd I'm begging you!Somebody notice me somebody noticeI'm fading away hereWhat have I got to do to make you seeMy girlfriend is a wannabeAnd she wants to be meI'm not jokingShe won't stop provoking meI'm going underWhat have I got to do to make you seeMy girlfriend is a wannabeAnd she wants to be meI'm in the loony binWearing a pale pink nightyThe nurse comes through the doorAnd whispers so politely\"You're boyfriends here to see youLook pretty and take a bathI love his silly bandCan I get his autograph?\"She looks like, does like, sounds like meShe's stealing my identityAnd I'm begging you!Somebody notice me somebody noticeI'm fading away hereWhat have I got to do to make you seeMy girlfriend is a wannabeAnd she wants to be meI'm not jokingShe won't stop provoking meI'm going underWhat have I got to do to make you seeMy girlfriend is a wannabeAnd she wants to beShe wants to beShe wants to be me<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n Aeidxst<\/a>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n <\/span>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n 291 posts\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n\n \n ed July 2012<\/strong>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n Aeidxst<\/a>\n\n \n 2012-11-03T09:51:19+00:00<\/time>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n <\/span>Frank Sinatra - My Way<\/a>And now, the end is near;And so I face the final curtain.My friend, I'll say it clear,I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.I've lived a life that's full.I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;But more, much more than this,I did it my way.Regrets, I've had a few;But then again, too few to mention.I did what I had to doAnd saw it through without exemption.I planned each charted course;Each careful step along the byway,But more, much more than this,I did it my way.Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knewWhen I bit off more than I could chew.But through it all, when there was doubt,I ate it up and spit it out.I faced it all and I stood tall;And did it my way.I've loved, I've laughed and cried.I've had my fill; my share of losing.And now, as tears subside,I find it all so amusing.To think I did all that;And may I say - not in a shy way,\"No, oh no not me,I did it my way\".For what is a man, what has he got?If not himself, then he has naught.To say the things he truly feels;And not the words of one who kneels.The record shows I took the blows -And did it my way!<\/div><\/div><\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n Momochikun<\/a>\n\n \n \n \n \n <\/span>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n <\/span>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n 1,954 posts\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n\n \n ed October 2012<\/strong>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n \n \n \n Momochikun<\/a>\n\n \n 2012-11-04T06:07:29+00:00<\/time>\n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n Can Someone post the PSY - Gangnam Style Lyric ?Seems Legit.. :V<\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n\n \n \n <\/a><\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n \n \n <\/a>\n <\/div>\n \n \n Tesu<\/a>\n\n \n \n \n \n z1e4q