Minutes seem like days Since fire ruled the sky The rich became the beggars And the fools became the wise Memories linger in my brain Of burning from the acid rain A pain I never have won
Nothing here remains No future and no past No one could foresee The end that came so fast Hear the prophet make his guess That paradise lies to the west So join his quest for the sun
Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be
The world slowly decays Destruction fills my eyes Harboring the image Of a spiraling demise Burning winds release their fury Simulating judge and jury Drfiting flurries of pain
Deafening silence reigns As twilight fills the sky Eventual supremacy Daylight waits to die Darkness always calls my name A pawn in this recurring game Humanity going insane
Shades of death are all I see Fragments of what used to be
Minutes seem like days Corrosion fills the sky Morbid dreams of anarchy Brought judgment in disguise Memories linger in my brain Life with nothing more to gain Perpetual madness remains
Shades of death are all I see Skeletons of society Fragments of what used to be Skeletons of society
Fragile Like a baby in your arms Be gentle with me I'd never willingly Do you harm
Apologies Are all you seem to get from me But just like a child You make me smile When you care for me And you know......
It's a question of lust It's a question of trust It's a question of not letting What we've built up Crumble to dust It is all of these things and more That keep us together
Independence Is still important for us though (we realise) It's easy to make The stupid mistake Of letting go (do you know what I mean)
My weaknesses You know each and every one (it frightens me) But I need to drink More than you seem to think Before I'm anyone's And you know......
It's a question of lust It's a question of trust It's a question of not letting What we've built up Crumble to dust It is all of these things and more That keep us together
Kiss me goodbye When I'm on my own But you know that I'd Rather be home
Is it just me or does the 80s station sound like the soundtrack to a gay disco in 1988? Not that I would know anything about this, I was a 12 year old nerd kid in 1988, but the vibe is definately there... Oh well, back to slacking off at work ("Yes, I'm almost done with that SQL job. Probably be finished in the hour...")
Everyone knows ASP kicks CF's ass. Asp.Net kicks ASP's ass. I swear to god today I actually came in my kakis while writing VB.Net web code. Gotta love XML, Soap, real data types (variants are dead, yay!), all the other coding goodness that is.Net.
Dearest bitch, Please try and remember to log in on your next FP attempt. I am forced to reposses this first post in the name of all of us who are logged in. We log in, not because we have lost the 'priveledge' to be AC's, but because we have balls. Large dangling balls that are not afraid of posting with our nyms showing.
In conclusion, forget about karma if you want to be in the FP game. And remember, bitch, log the fuck in next time. That is all.
This is just going to drive me to use an inferior browser...
Taco and gang: the world uses IE. Fix this shit! We can't get mad at Klerck, he is compulsive. We can get mad at the fucking "perl hackers" who run the house and refuse to fix the fuck PWP bug.
I was thinking the same fucking thing. The goddamn 20 second shit fucked up my FP, had to submit 4 times (17, 12, 19 seconds respectively, BITCHES!!) Only to be taken by this fucking PC fucking bullshit!! DIE BEE!!
(Note my prolific usage of double exclamation points, a not not, or turning a negative into a positive. How PC is that?)
Didn't those bastards fix this shit? I read in FortKnox's journal that the 'fix' was going to be put in the next code update, that was last week.
Ah well, looks like you got plenty of time to widen our pages, Klerk. The ed's aren't going to make you figure out a new wide page method, you can keep doing this one forever.
Slashdot Mirror
(Kerry King)
Minutes seem like days
Since fire ruled the sky
The rich became the beggars
And the fools became the wise
Memories linger in my brain
Of burning from the acid rain
A pain I never have won
Nothing here remains
No future and no past
No one could foresee
The end that came so fast
Hear the prophet make his guess
That paradise lies to the west
So join his quest for the sun
Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be
The world slowly decays
Destruction fills my eyes
Harboring the image
Of a spiraling demise
Burning winds release their fury
Simulating judge and jury
Drfiting flurries of pain
Deafening silence reigns
As twilight fills the sky
Eventual supremacy
Daylight waits to die
Darkness always calls my name
A pawn in this recurring game
Humanity going insane
Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be
Minutes seem like days
Corrosion fills the sky
Morbid dreams of anarchy
Brought judgment in disguise
Memories linger in my brain
Life with nothing more to gain
Perpetual madness remains
Shades of death are all I see
Skeletons of society
Fragments of what used to be
Skeletons of society
Satan Rejected My Soul
(morrissey/whyte)
satan rejected my sould
he knows my kind
he won't be dragged down
he knows heaven doesn't seem
to be my home
so I must find
somewhere else to go
I must find
somewhere else to go
so take it - please
it's free
you'll never see
you'll never see
all the fun in life it's cost me
satan rejected my soul
as low as he goes
he never quite goes this low
he's seen my face around
he knows heaven doesn't seem
to be my home
so I must find
somewhere else to go
I must find
somwhere else to go
so take it - please
it's really sly
come on, come on
call me in
haul me in
call me in
pull me in
haul me in
A Question Of Lust
Fragile
Like a baby in your arms
Be gentle with me
I'd never willingly
Do you harm
Apologies
Are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child
You make me smile
When you care for me
And you know......
It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together
Independence
Is still important for us though (we realise)
It's easy to make
The stupid mistake
Of letting go (do you know what I mean)
My weaknesses
You know each and every one (it frightens me)
But I need to drink
More than you seem to think
Before I'm anyone's
And you know......
It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together
Kiss me goodbye
When I'm on my own
But you know that I'd
Rather be home
It's a question of lust...
© 1986 Martin Lee Gore - Depeche Mode
Nope, sorry. GF: log the fuck in, try try again.
Is it just me or does the 80s station sound like the soundtrack to a gay disco in 1988? Not that I would know anything about this, I was a 12 year old nerd kid in 1988, but the vibe is definately there... Oh well, back to slacking off at work ("Yes, I'm almost done with that SQL job. Probably be finished in the hour...")
Congrats on the first logged in post!
Thanks, dad.
I was wondering the same fucking thing. I bet it is good with a marinara sauce and some fine cheese. Red wine will complete the meal.
Now we'll have to figure out what the hell the DMCA has to do with pasta...
You insensitive clod, my mother's dead. My sister's in my bed, all is forgiven.
I never really felt at ease with them. I've been writing ASP code for years, I'm just glad to have real strings and shorts, etc...
Everyone knows ASP kicks CF's ass. Asp.Net kicks ASP's ass. I swear to god today I actually came in my kakis while writing VB.Net web code. Gotta love XML, Soap, real data types (variants are dead, yay!), all the other coding goodness that is .Net.
In conclusion, try it, you'll like it.
No.
Dearest bitch,
Please try and remember to log in on your next FP attempt. I am forced to reposses this first post in the name of all of us who are logged in. We log in, not because we have lost the 'priveledge' to be AC's, but because we have balls. Large dangling balls that are not afraid of posting with our nyms showing.
In conclusion, forget about karma if you want to be in the FP game. And remember, bitch, log the fuck in next time. That is all.
WTF? Just set your messanging threshhold to -1 (Raw and uncut) and voila...
I'm thinking that as well...
;)
Alan Thicke Has Been Troll'd
I start the day with a fresh cranberry muffin and a bottle of Nantucket Nectars cran-rasp-grape juice.
I personally consume a no-fat yoplait yogurt, a slim-fast breakfast bar, and a bottled water.
I hereby claim your first post in the name of people who log the fuck in.
On a side note, thanks to the editors who finally got off their hippy slacker asses and fixed the god damn PWP bug. How I hate scrolling right.
LOL...
I agree with this post.
And people who mail fags are probably looking for a free blow job.
Have you heard that other theory about the 1908 hit that attributes it not to a meteor, but to Nic Tesla and his death ray. Interesting shit...
*guilty as charged*
This is just going to drive me to use an inferior browser...
Taco and gang: the world uses IE. Fix this shit! We can't get mad at Klerck, he is compulsive. We can get mad at the fucking "perl hackers" who run the house and refuse to fix the fuck PWP bug.
Bastards.
heh...
I was thinking the same fucking thing. The goddamn 20 second shit fucked up my FP, had to submit 4 times (17, 12, 19 seconds respectively, BITCHES!!) Only to be taken by this fucking PC fucking bullshit!! DIE BEE!!
(Note my prolific usage of double exclamation points, a not not, or turning a negative into a positive. How PC is that?)
[n/t]
Didn't those bastards fix this shit? I read in FortKnox's journal that the 'fix' was going to be put in the next code update, that was last week.
Ah well, looks like you got plenty of time to widen our pages, Klerk. The ed's aren't going to make you figure out a new wide page method, you can keep doing this one forever.
ShoutZ to all trolls!
mmmmmmmm, fuckable midgets....