Originally Posted by MarillionOriginally Posted by rebelos
Originally Posted by MarillionOriginally Posted by rebelos
omg!!!!!!!!!!!!!ΔΕΝ παει αλλοοοοοοοοοοοο! αυτό το περίμενα καιρό!!!!!!!!!
...you will die like a dog for no good reason.
sοpedwsi.
pou kseroume?
We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man's character is his fate, this fight is not a choice but a calling. Yet sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter, breaching the fragile fortress of our mind, allowing the monsters without to turn within. We are left alone staring into the abyss, into the laughing face of madness.
When the scientists find our remnants,what will they say? When they find our bloated carcasses, ridden with sickness and cancer's, what will they find? And what... what will they say?
Will they recognize our self-abuse as a product of the abusive hands that molded our lives?
Or will we remain, a mystery?
Deformed from malnourishment, our blood coagulated and inced with disease: the preservatives, the alcohol,the cigarettes. The meat we gorged ourselves on, for all those years.
Will they recognize our self abuse as a product of the abusive hands that molded our lives?
CONFLICTING IDEAS
ΔΕΟΣ ΚΑΙ ΣΥΓΚΙΝΗΣΗ..
Мама Люба давай, давай, давай
ANHMERA PASXA?ANHMERA PASXA?TO XRISTO KAI THN MPANAGIA
Τα λεμε:και να θυμαστε παντα οποτε ειστε ηρεμοι για να τσαντιζεστε:
ΕΑΜ ΕΛΑΣ ΕΠΟΝ ΟΠΛΑ ΔΣΕ
ΔΟΞΑ ΚΑΙ ΤΙΜΗ ΣΤΟ ΚΚΕ
Φχαριστω το Νασουμ για τη δορθωση.Γεια σας και παλι
19 είναι πάσχα ναουμ.
Με των καθολικών το μετράς το πάσχα? off topic.
Θα βάλω τα κλάμματα από τη χαρά.
Xairomai polu gia esas pou goustarete Tragedy. Kserete poioi eiste.
για πολυτεχνειο γινεται λογος.Originally Posted by dopefiend
Expect poison from the standing water
Intellectual φαση.
Мама Люба давай, давай, давай
Θα τρελαθώ.
Τρελάθηκα.Originally Posted by shora
autoi, kseroun.Originally Posted by X
We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man's character is his fate, this fight is not a choice but a calling. Yet sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter, breaching the fragile fortress of our mind, allowing the monsters without to turn within. We are left alone staring into the abyss, into the laughing face of madness.
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I must have some booze. I demand to have some booze
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon.