Continua a ripeterlo forse il tuo dio lo rende realtà… o forse no, ma pazienza
Ah scusa questo post mi era scivolato per colpa delle puttanate del diversamente abile…
Ma, domanda… Perché farti crescere l’invidia quando lo sanno tutti che i testicoli come te restano comunque fuori?
ehi questo è uno forte, dannazione!
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… ok
Vi sta mettendo in Iscacco!!
Che turpiloquio di raffinato livello!
Mi sa che gli stessi cinesi non l’han capito così tanto. Son lì che abbaiano ogni 2x3 con Taiwan, l’Ucraina, la Nord Corea… il secolo delle umiliazioni non se lo son fatto proprio passare!
Passato tanto tempo… I cristiani nel frattempo han fatto tante di quelle porcate che i cinesi possono solo accompagnare da lontano
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Are you a man of peace
Or a man of holy war?
Too many sides to you
Don’t know which anymore
So many full of life
But also filled with pain
Don’t know just how many
Will live to breathe again
A life that’s made to breathe
Destruction or defense
A mind that’s vain corruption
Bad or good intent
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
Or saintly or sinner
Or some that would believe
A holy war winner
They fire off many shots
And many parting blows
Their actions beyond a reasoning
Only God would know
And as he lies in heaven
Or it could be in hell
I feel he’s somewhere here
Or looking from below
But I don’t know, I don’t know
Please tell me now what life is
Please tell me now what love is
Well, tell me now what war is
Again, tell me what life is
More pain and misery in the history of mankind
Sometimes it seems more like
The blind leading the blind
It brings upon us more of famine, death and war
You know religion has a lot to answer for
Please tell me now what life is
Please tell me now what love is
Well, tell me now what war is
Again, tell me what life is
And as they search to find
The bodies in the sand
They find its ashes that are
Scattered across the land
And as the spirits seem to whistle on the wind
A shot is fired somewhere another war begins
And all because of it
You’d think that we would learn
But still the body count the city fires burn
Somewhere there’s someone dying
In a foreign land
Meanwhile the world is crying
Stupidity of man
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Please tell me now what life is
Please tell me now what love is
Well, tell me now what war is
Again, tell me what life is
Please tell me now what life is
Please tell me now what love is
Well, tell me now what war is
Again, tell me what life is
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
Please tell me now what life is
Please tell me now what love is
Well, tell me now what war is
Again, tell me what life is
Please tell me now what life is
Please tell me now what love is
Well, tell me now what war is
Again, tell me what life is
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
For the greater good of God
He gave his life for us
He fell upon the cross
To die for all of those
Who never mourn his loss
It wasn’t meant for us
To feel the pain again
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Cazzo è quella roba mainstream… se vuoi qualcosa da manicomio prova ad ascoltare questa (e prova a tradurre il testo con qualcosa che non sia google translate)
たまごかけご飯です
僕はひとりきりで
便所の個室昼下がり
孤独がスパイス
アクシデントが起きる
不穏な匂いする
隣の奴がレトルトのカレーを食いだした 本気か!
ちょっと待てよトイレでカレーを食いだすのは
マナー知らずって奴だろ
この孤独守りたい
他に何もないから
全てを失いこの空間すら失ってく
勇気出して壁殴り
隣の個室見た
そこにはもう一人の僕が座っていた
たまごかけご飯です
数分前までは
今はふやけた何かです
早く食べなくちゃ
何故か人は孤独を
愛してしまうけど
今の僕には同意はできないけど理解はできるよ
鼻につく独特の匂いが
なんでだろう
ものすごく落ち着く
この孤独愛してる
そんな自分が好き
友達にも誰にも言えないビターな秘密
心は強がってても
身体は泣いていた
卵の白身のような涙こぼれてた
この孤独守りたい
他に何もないから
全てを失いこの空間すら失ってく
本当はこの部屋で
悪魔を育ててる
この世界のリア充達に災いを
ラララ～
ラララ～
ラララ～
個室で食べるご飯は
「僕を裏切らない」
便所の中心で僕は叫んだのさ
Che è sto turbine di sfiga giappo anime?
si vede che non erano cristiani.
Appunto un turbine di sfiga, penso ti possa far piacere. Racconta di un piccolo Phobos chiuso nel cesso a pranzare con una ciotola di riso con un uovo crudo sopra. E nel cesso accanto un altro genitale scrotozoidale si mangia riso al curry e il nostro piccolo Phobos inizia a martellare il muro
bla bla ciao
che noia
state parlando con uno che e’ dovuto andare a vivere in giappone per superare il complesso del cazzetto, dai, non infierite
Beh qua almeno sai che quando trombiamo ci si è lavati…
In inghilterra, del resto… ma certo, de gustibus 
Edit: Poi mi mi viene a parlare del complesso del cazzetto l’unico moderatore impotente del forum…
maledizione qui qualcuno se l’è presa!
questa è proprio una brutta storia, diamine!
tl;dr
Più sintetico grazie
Guardi, aspetti che le passo il numero del sig. Dickinson per via privata così può dirglielo direttamente lei.