Der "Lines die ihr unbedingt teilen wollt"- Thread
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Codein in meinem becher von starbucks,
fick deine mutter anal, denn sie mag das
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Sound the dread alarm
Through our primal body
Sound the reveille
To be or not to be
Rise
Stay the grand finale
Stay the reading of our swan song and epilogue
One drive to stay alive
It's elementary
Muster every fiber
Mobilize
Stay alive"If we're not in pain, we're not alive"
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bitches play stupid and dont know im dumber
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i dont love bitches i love to sell crack
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Bitches schicken mir von ihren Ärschen Fotos
Ich beiss rein und sie werden zu nem Apple Logo -
übermotiviert wie ne hundertschaft
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im the undisputed king of the parking lot
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The bags on the table ain't for weight, they for body parts
Victim skin stretched across the wall, call it body art
Bodies for the pile, bring em out stacked on a dolly cart
Anybody out there ain't on drugs yet they should prolly start- I actually love that about being a millennial, TBH. People can call us snowflakes and overly sensitive and high maintenance all they want. But I enjoy the fact that our generation and younger is VERY loud about the fact that we won't work garbage jobs, enduring garbage treatment, for garbage pay, under garbage bosses, with garbage benefits just for the "privilege" of working. Companies are making more money than ever. You've filled you Beverly Hills swimming pools with cash for years, and now you're crying that you "don't have the budget" to pay people what they're worth or give them good working conditions. Now people are calling nonsense. Good. -
Lass Rakete starten
Crackship Enterprise -
türkei paranoia bonsai
couseng macht den hardcore slam dunk in korb rein -
you're not a gift, she calls you christmas cause you came earlyIt is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
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white folks think im playing for the falkons
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Keep on the path
When you hear the laugh
In the white of her palm
Is your heart
I'll be brave for a while
I won't bring you down
Any more than you areIt is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give. -
Lay around and think ain't nothing to do
Checking out some Fromm, some Sartre, Camus -
are you going to scarborough fair?
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
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Mal wieder Zeit für ein bisschen Öl hier
Is mir doch shizzle ma nizzle
No border, no Nation. The revolution will be televised
Zwischen Pornos und Selfies
Predigten stets Ideen, geprägt durch Humanität
In der Annahme, dass ein solches System sich jeder ersehnt
Aber haben uns erneut von Grund auf getäuscht
Eckten an in einer Welt, die zwar rund ist, doch nie so läuft
Denn jeder Hund mimt den Wolf
Sich an den Klöten rumspielend
Rieten uns: Jungs gebt euch zufrieden
Ich frag nur: Wie denn?
youtube.com/watch?v=zKisvM7PSto„Die meisten bekommen eine Meinung, wie man einen Schnupfen bekommt: durch Ansteckung.“
Axel von Ambesser
