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Hahaa :D My mother actually smells quite nice these days since she quit smoking over a year ago. I'm proud of her.
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Ps. I shaved off my moustache and I now realise it was a huge mistake :( |
You know that my friends and forummembers of my own forum actually call me a Troll?
It once started after I posted this picture: http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n...mzooi/grom.jpg Figures. Even older forummembers and my friends parents refer to me as 'trol' or 'de trol' (the troll) or 'trolletje' (little troll). I'm really used to it now. I just reply whenever the call me. |
PING POG PUNG PING PONG goes the hang drum
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Pedalling through
The dark currents I find An accurate copy A blueprint Of the pleasure In me Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved He offers A handshake Crooked Five fingers They form a pattern Yet to be matched On the surface simplicity But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Pagan poetry Morsecoding signals (signals) They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up (Pulsate) from my hibernating On the surface simplicity Swirling black lilies totally ripe But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Swirling black lilies totally ripe Pagan poetry Swirling black lilies totally ripe .... I love him, I love him I love him, I love him I love him, I love him I love him, I love him (She loves him, she loves him) This time (She loves him, she loves him) I'm going to keep it to myself (She loves him, she loves him) (She loves him, she loves him) This time I'm going to keep me all to myself (She loves him, she loves him) And he makes me want to hand myself over (She loves him, she loves him) (She loves him, she loves him) And he makes me want to hand myself over Pedalling through The dark currents I find An accurate copy A blueprint Of the pleasure In me Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved He offers A handshake Crooked Five fingers They form a pattern Yet to be matched On the surface simplicity But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Pagan poetry Morsecoding signals (signals) They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up (Pulsate) from my hibernating On the surface simplicity Swirling black lilies totally ripe But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Swirling black lilies totally ripe Pagan poetry Swirling black lilies totally ripe .... I love him, I love him I love him, I love him I love him, I love him I love him, I love him (She loves him, she loves him) This time (She loves him, she loves him) I'm going to keep it to myself (She loves him, she loves him) (She loves him, she loves him) This time I'm going to keep me all to myself (She loves him, she loves him) And he makes me want to hand myself over (She loves him, she loves him) (She loves him, she loves him) And he makes me want to hand myself over Pedalling through The dark currents I find An accurate copy A blueprint Of the pleasure In me Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved He offers A handshake Crooked Five fingers They form a pattern Yet to be matched On the surface simplicity But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Pagan poetry Morsecoding signals (signals) They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up (Pulsate) from my hibernating On the surface simplicity Swirling black lilies totally ripe But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Swirling black lilies totally ripe Pagan poetry Swirling black lilies totally ripe .... I love him, I love him I love him, I love him I love him, I love him I love him, I love him (She loves him, she loves him) This time (She loves him, she loves him) I'm going to keep it to myself (She loves him, she loves him) (She loves him, she loves him) This time I'm going to keep me all to myself (She loves him, she loves him) And he makes me want to hand myself over (She loves him, she loves him) (She loves him, she loves him) And he makes me want to hand myself over Pedalling through The dark currents I find An accurate copy A blueprint Of the pleasure In me Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved He offers A handshake Crooked Five fingers They form a pattern Yet to be matched On the surface simplicity But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Pagan poetry Morsecoding signals (signals) They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up (Pulsate) from my hibernating On the surface simplicity Swirling black lilies totally ripe But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Swirling black lilies totally ripe Pagan poetry Swirling black lilies totally ripe .... I love him, I love him I love him, I love him I love him, I love him I love him, I love him (She loves him, she loves him) This time (She loves him, she loves him) I'm going to keep it to myself (She loves him, she loves him) (She loves him, she loves him) This time I'm going to keep me all to myself (She loves him, she loves him) And he makes me want to hand myself over (She loves him, she loves him) (She loves him, she loves him) And he makes me want to hand myself over |
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Jesus is coming You better swallow. . |
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