Der "Lines die ihr unbedingt teilen wollt"- Thread

    • The seven goblins lived by eating the colours from rainbows; for that reason, they were known as the Rainbow Goblins.
      They were always looking for rainbows, to suck the colours from them and so to fill their bellies.
      One day, the Rainbow Goblins heard about the Valley of the Rainbow.
      It gave them an infinite appetite just thinking about the great banquet they could enjoys there.
      Immediately, they gathered their tools and set off in search of the legendary valley.
      It didn't matter to them, to roam about the steep hills or to climb up the high mountains.
      Whenever difficulties arose corcening their journey, they just thought of the delicious colours ahead.

    • every nigga out there want to be down with the crew
      some ain't got enough heart, let me ask you this
      would ya be down like a soldier
      loyal, and do everything I told ya
      I can mold ya into a warrior
      down for ya neighborhood
      workin up to a G with the flava
      criminal behavior, on ya mind
      when I got ya back ya know I got ya back each and every time
      It 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.

    • Déjà, c’est déjà la fin
      On s’était juré de mourir de chagrin
      Tu vois, ça parait loin
      Le pire c’est que soudain

      Soudain tout va bien
      It 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.

    • autonomous machete for hands
      warden and judge hide behind masks
      wet raindrop lull small rationing
      exhumed the rhetoric of
      break the weak in single file
      sanction this outbreak- a virus conspires
      push becomes shove, days become months
      i seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun
      "If we're not in pain, we're not alive"

    • I want to give a special shoutout to my homeboy OJ Simpson
      Keep up the good work two less to worry about
      "There comes a moment when creation ceases to be tragic, it is simply taken seriously. Then the person deals with hope, but hope is not his task. His task is to turn away from excuses."

    • "Edgar Hoovar I wish you wasn't dead
      So I could put a bullet in your motherfuckin' head
      Goddamn faggot motherfuckin' drag queen
      I know you put the hit on Martin Luther King
      And Fred Hampton, Malcom and the others
      You red neck punk motherfucker"


      "I left Charlie Brown on the cut
      Cause I felt like Snoopy working for peanuts"


    • Quelque chose de magnétique
      Les détours les actes manqués
      Un caractère excentrique
      Tu te fais volontiers avoir
      Par le charme anachronique

      Toi-même tu sais y’a un hic
      Tant qu’tu t’appliques à l’erreur
      Ça n’a pas d’prix ni de valeur
      C’est tellement chic d’être un loser

      Magnifique
      It 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.

    • "Aber ich bitte Sie", gab ich zurück, "man ist sich doch wahrlich noch nicht einig, was abscheulicher ist: der russiche Unflat oder die deutsche Art des Geldhortens durch ehrliche Arbeit?"
      Dieser Beitrag wurde bezahlt vom George Soros Zentrum für politische Agitation

    • Auf 180 vor dem Briefkasten,
      Ich glaub heut' brauch ich wieder Speedpaste.
      Erst wird das Handy ausgeschaltet und die Heizung angeschmissen,
      und das Röhrchen in der Nase wird zur Antwort aufs Gewissen.
      Glaub mir ist alles ist unwichtig außer dass die nächste Nase mich wegballert und zwar richtig.

      LerYy schrieb:

      Shrodo es ist schon lange nichts mehr witzig wir sind im Krieg.