IRC-Galleria

Laid to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And though Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain....
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
On the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discoulours all with tunnel vision

Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission

None better...
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
Nymphetamine girl.

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
My Nymphetamine girl.

Wicked with your charm
I'm circled like prey
Back in the forest
Were whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt...
(keeping Sodom at at bay)

Fold to my arms
Hold their message away
And dance out to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
On the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discoulours all with tunnel vision

Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine

Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission

None better...
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
Nymphetamine girl.

Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine...
My Nymphetamine girl.

The faint blaze of the candle of my life,
slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain.
No sparks of hope inside,
no shooting stars on my sky.
On broken wings, no flying high...

Another night, another demise,
Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice...
I`ll let the wind blow out the light
cuz its gets more painful every time i die.

Out of strenght to fight.
I cannot take another night.
I cannot take it no more.
Lust of light slips through my fingers
like blood on my arms.
Black candle wax has buried me...

Another night, another demise,
Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice...
I`ll let the wind blow out the light
cuz its gets more painful every time i die.

Seksimatikkaa!

Laske sitä mukaan kun luet. Älä huijaa kattomalla loppua, tää ihan oikeesti toimii! Etene siis kohta kohdalta ja hämmästy!

1. Valitse luku kuinka monta kertaa viikossa haluaisit seksiä.
(Mieluummin enemmän kuin yksi, vähemmän kuitenkin kuin 10)

2. Kerro luku kahdella. (vähän röyhistelyä)

3. Lisää lukuun 5. (sunnuntain kunniaksi)

4. Kerro saamasi luku 50:lla.
*odottelee että saat sen laskimen haettua.....*

5. Jos olet jo viettänyt synttäreitäsi tänä vuonna lisää lukuun 1758, jos et ole, lisää 1757...

6. Nyt vähennä saamastasi luvusta syntymävuotesi. (neljä numeroa)

Nyt sulla pitäis olla kalkulaattorissa (tai päässä) kolmilukuinen numero.


Eka numero on se, kuinka monta kertaa haluisit saada viikossa seksiä. Seuraavat kaksi numeroa ovat yhdessä sun ikä! Toimii! Aika vaikuttavaa, eikö totta??