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as soon as i wake upquote:op zaterdag 8 oktober 2005 15:07 schreef la-nina het volgende:
[..]
we shouldn't even think about tomorrow. sweet memories will
last a long, long time. we'll have a good time, baby, don't you worry
every night, every day
i know that it's you i need
to take the blues away
daar ben jijquote:op zaterdag 8 oktober 2005 15:22 schreef guidoow het volgende:
here i am baby
je bent eigenlijk nooit weggeweest
als een schaduw volg je mij
kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, oe oeh... kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng....
na-na-na-na-naquote:op zaterdag 8 oktober 2005 15:41 schreef la-nina het volgende:
daar sta je dan
ik weet niet wat ik zeggen moet.
ik zie je staan.
ik denk nog, zit m’n haar wel goed.
na-na-na
na-na-na-na-na
skibbydibbydeebadoo dibbee-bob!quote:op zaterdag 8 oktober 2005 15:46 schreef juiced het volgende:
[..]
na-na-na-na-na
na-na-na
na-na-na-na-na
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
runaway train, never going backquote:op zaterdag 8 oktober 2005 15:46 schreef -beer- het volgende:
kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, oe oeh... kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng, kedeng kedeng....
wrong way on a one-way track
we sit in the car outside your house
i can feel the heat coming 'round
i go to put my arm around you
and you give me a look like i'm way out of bounds...
well you let out one of your bored sighs
well lately when i look into your eyes
i'm goin down down down
we get dressed up and we go out, baby, for the night
we come home early burning, burning in some fire fight
i'm sick and tired of you setting me up
setting me up just to knock-a knock-a knock-a me down
i pull you close but when we kiss i can feel a doubt
i remember back when we started
my kisses used to turn you inside out
i used to drive you to work in the morning
friday night i'd drive you all around
you used to love to drive me wild
but lately girl you get your kicks from just driving me down...
i can feel the heat coming 'round
i go to put my arm around you
and you give me a look like i'm way out of bounds...
well you let out one of your bored sighs
well lately when i look into your eyes
i'm goin down down down
we get dressed up and we go out, baby, for the night
we come home early burning, burning in some fire fight
i'm sick and tired of you setting me up
setting me up just to knock-a knock-a knock-a me down
i pull you close but when we kiss i can feel a doubt
i remember back when we started
my kisses used to turn you inside out
i used to drive you to work in the morning
friday night i'd drive you all around
you used to love to drive me wild
but lately girl you get your kicks from just driving me down...
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he drives me crazy
like on one else
he drives me crazy
and i can't help myself
like on one else
he drives me crazy
and i can't help myself
Giftig, Fel
Agressief en
Razendsnel
Agressief en
Razendsnel
in your head, in your head,quote:op zaterdag 8 oktober 2005 16:25 schreef la-nina het volgende:
that kinda lovin’ turns a man to a slave
that kinda lovin’ sends a man right to his grave
zombie, zombie, zombie,
hey, hey, hey. what's in your head
dan wil ik zwemmen in het geld
zwemmen in het geld
omdat dat echt is en echte vriendschap niet geld
yeah bitch ben die illusionist in die shit
zwemmen in het geld
omdat dat echt is en echte vriendschap niet geld
yeah bitch ben die illusionist in die shit
i'm a bitch, i'm a lover, i'm a child, i'm a mother...quote:op zaterdag 8 oktober 2005 16:49 schreef sinaasappelsapje het volgende:
dan wil ik zwemmen in het geld
zwemmen in het geld
omdat dat echt is en echte vriendschap niet geld
yeah bitch ben die illusionist in die shit
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
why did you have to be such a bitch
why don't you,
why don't you just fuck off and die
why can't you just fuck off and die
why can't you just leave here and die
never stick your hand in my face again bitch
fuck you
i don't need this shit
you stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore
why don't you,
why don't you just fuck off and die
why can't you just fuck off and die
why can't you just leave here and die
never stick your hand in my face again bitch
fuck you
i don't need this shit
you stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore
if i told you she was your motherquote:op zondag 9 oktober 2005 01:01 schreef drakire het volgende:
why did you have to be such a bitch
why don't you,
why don't you just fuck off and die
why can't you just fuck off and die
why can't you just leave here and die
never stick your hand in my face again bitch
fuck you
i don't need this shit
you stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore
we could analyze the situation and be gone
if i said you ought to give her
some of your water
your eyes would light up like the dawn
the perception that divides you from her
is a lie
for some reason we never asked why
this is not a black and white world
you can't afford to believe in your side
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
een euro....kanker 1 euro, hier heb je 20 cent
Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,
Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,
Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
money don't matter 2 nightquote:op zondag 9 oktober 2005 03:53 schreef agiath het volgende:
een euro....kanker 1 euro, hier heb je 20 cent
it sure didn't matter yesterday
just when u think u've got more than enough
that's when it all up and flies away
that's when u find out that u're better off
makin' sure your soul's alright
cuz money didn't matter yesterday,
and it sure don't matter 2 night
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
i wear my sunglasses at nightquote:op zondag 9 oktober 2005 04:12 schreef renmaestro het volgende:
brutus- darmschurft.
so i can
so i can
watch you weave then breath your story lines
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
it's all 'bout the moneyquote:op zondag 9 oktober 2005 04:06 schreef vulcanus het volgende:
[..]
money don't matter 2 night
it sure didn't matter yesterday
just when u think u've got more than enough
that's when it all up and flies away
that's when u find out that u're better off
makin' sure your soul's alright
cuz money didn't matter yesterday,
and it sure don't matter 2 night
it's all 'bout the dum dum...
and i think we got it all wrong anyway
we are the children of the nightquote:op zondag 9 oktober 2005 04:22 schreef vulcanus het volgende:
[..]
i wear my sunglasses at night
so i can
so i can
watch you weave then breath your story lines
and fight for the future of our nation
let's come together and unite
nothing's gonna stop us now!
they say a dirty mind is a joy forever...
wicked! wicked! jungle is massiv!quote:op zondag 9 oktober 2005 09:51 schreef ladyxima het volgende:
[..]
we are the children of the night
and fight for the future of our nation
let's come together and unite
nothing's gonna stop us now!
george, george, george of the junglequote:op zondag 9 oktober 2005 12:32 schreef happy_mushroom het volgende:
[..]
wicked! wicked! jungle is massiv!
watch out for that tree!
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
ik heb nog helemaal niets gedaan vandaagquote:op zondag 9 oktober 2005 13:14 schreef nuna het volgende:
watskeburt?
alleen ontbeten: één boterham gegeten.
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
deep in the jungle,quote:op zondag 9 oktober 2005 13:10 schreef zhenar het volgende:
[..]
george, george, george of the jungle
watch out for that tree!
in the land of adventure, lives tarzan
oo-ee-oo-ee..
i am jane and i love to ride an elephant
eye of the tiger!
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
that’s right, that’s right, that’s right, that’s right i really love your tiger light.
that’s neat, that’s neat, that’s neat, that’s neat,
i really love your tiger feet.
that’s neat, that’s neat, that’s neat, that’s neat,
i really love your tiger feet.
papa, ik lijk steeds meer op jou !quote:op zondag 9 oktober 2005 15:18 schreef tc_artemis het volgende:
auw auw pappa dat doet pijn.
<a href="http://www.pantsman.nl" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">www.pantsman.nl</a>
fanserie voor en door fans van WIDM
fanserie voor en door fans van WIDM
pappa die was radicaal, vocht tegen het systeemquote:
nu heeft hij een eigen huis, en een auto met no-claim
mamma was een hippie, ze droeg bloemen in het haar
nu zit ze bij de rotary en eet ze kaviaar
een eigen huis,quote:op zondag 9 oktober 2005 19:19 schreef davemaster het volgende:
[..]
pappa die was radicaal, vocht tegen het systeem
nu heeft hij een eigen huis, en een auto met no-claim
mamma was een hippie, ze droeg bloemen in het haar
nu zit ze bij de rotary en eet ze kaviaar
een plek onder de zon
en altijd iemand in de buurt
die van je houden kon
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
timewarp complete.... ready for transmission.
lady's and gentlemen... this is the grandmix 86..
yes.. just like in 83...84 .....and 85
the grandmix is here... the grandmix is alive
showtime !!!
lady's and gentlemen... this is the grandmix 86..
yes.. just like in 83...84 .....and 85
the grandmix is here... the grandmix is alive
showtime !!!
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
And Prince is still here!
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
And Prince is still here!
everybody lie down on the floor and keep calm!
this is what klf is about
also known as the justified ancients of mu mu
furthermore known as the jams!
this is what klf is about
also known as the justified ancients of mu mu
furthermore known as the jams!
Er zijn mensen die mij platvloers vinden... Die moeten niet zo zeiken!
Taxiracing weblog
Taxiracing weblog
i’m bigger and bolder and rougher and tougher in other words sucker there is no other. i’m the one and only dominator” (© human resourse 1991 )
I’m bigger and bolder and rougher and tougher in other words sucker there is no other. I’m the one and only Dominator”
dominator soul he'll take what's in his wayquote:op dinsdag 11 oktober 2005 11:13 schreef spekkuz het volgende:
i’m bigger and bolder and rougher and tougher in other words sucker there is no other. i’m the one and only dominator” (© human resourse 1991 )
and if they fall leave them behind 'cos that's his way
.
quote:op dinsdag 18 oktober 2005 21:24 schreef la-nina het volgende:
is dit alles
is dit alles?
is dit alles wat er is?
.
want ik kan niet leven zonder alles of niets!
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
i hope your cellmate thinks he's god,
but c.n.n. refer to him as "bowling ball bag bob",
serving time again for abuse of a corpse,
only this time the victim's a clydesdale horse,
while he masturbates to photos of livestock,
he does the "silence of the lambs" dance to christian rock,
eats feces and quotes from "deliverance",
and fights with his imaginary playmate vince,
...die die die die die die die!,
...die die die die die die die!,
but c.n.n. refer to him as "bowling ball bag bob",
serving time again for abuse of a corpse,
only this time the victim's a clydesdale horse,
while he masturbates to photos of livestock,
he does the "silence of the lambs" dance to christian rock,
eats feces and quotes from "deliverance",
and fights with his imaginary playmate vince,
...die die die die die die die!,
...die die die die die die die!,
Sharp knife, short temper. Any questions?
I spent most of my money on beer, women, and guns. The rest I just wasted.
Ik ben een unieke expressie van het almachtige.
I spent most of my money on beer, women, and guns. The rest I just wasted.
Ik ben een unieke expressie van het almachtige.
who wants to live foreverquote:op donderdag 20 oktober 2005 16:02 schreef clab het volgende:
...die die die die die die die!,
...die die die die die die die!,
who wants to live forever?
who dares to love forever?
when love must die
well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave",
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls
like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
said her name was bambi and i said, "well that's a coincidence darlin',
'cause i was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer."
well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a jack-o-lantern,
and i went on to tell her how i would wear her face like a mask
as i do my little kooky dance.
and then she told me to shush.
i guess she could sense my desperation.
'course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like minnie pearl.
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls
like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
said her name was bambi and i said, "well that's a coincidence darlin',
'cause i was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer."
well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a jack-o-lantern,
and i went on to tell her how i would wear her face like a mask
as i do my little kooky dance.
and then she told me to shush.
i guess she could sense my desperation.
'course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like minnie pearl.
Sharp knife, short temper. Any questions?
I spent most of my money on beer, women, and guns. The rest I just wasted.
Ik ben een unieke expressie van het almachtige.
I spent most of my money on beer, women, and guns. The rest I just wasted.
Ik ben een unieke expressie van het almachtige.
one, two, three, four, tell the people what she wore
it was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
that she wore for the first time today.
it was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
that she wore for the first time today.
!!!quote:op donderdag 20 oktober 2005 19:04 schreef la-nina het volgende:
one, two, three, four, tell the people what she wore
it was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
that she wore for the first time today.
---
eins zwei polizei
drei vier brigadier
funf sechs alten heks
sieben acht guten nacht
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
won't you pleaaaaaaaase, pleaaase help me!quote:op vrijdag 21 oktober 2005 15:11 schreef la-nina het volgende:
please!
don't pull me over mr. officer!
don't pull me over mr. officer please!
winter spring summer or fall..
all you gotta do is hold,
and i'll be there, yes i will,
you've got a friend!
all you gotta do is hold,
and i'll be there, yes i will,
you've got a friend!
Mijn foto's op Flickr!
[b]Op 15-09-2006 10:28 schreef Hans_Gielus[/b]
Namens Fryslân hoop ik dat je van een berg afkukelt _O-
[b]Op 15-09-2006 10:28 schreef Hans_Gielus[/b]
Namens Fryslân hoop ik dat je van een berg afkukelt _O-
i'm singin' in the rain
just singin' in the rain
what a glorious feeling
i'm happy again!
just singin' in the rain
what a glorious feeling
i'm happy again!
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
i'm only happy when it rains
i'm only happy when it's complicated
and though i know you can't appreciate it
i'm only happy when it rains
i'm only happy when it's complicated
and though i know you can't appreciate it
i'm only happy when it rains
raindrops are falling on my head, now.quote:op vrijdag 21 oktober 2005 19:13 schreef la-nina het volgende:
i'm only happy when it rains
i'm only happy when it's complicated
and though i know you can't appreciate it
i'm only happy when it rains
raindrops are falling on my head......
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
bla. blabla. bladiebladieblah!quote:op vrijdag 21 oktober 2005 22:11 schreef caerbannog het volgende:
ik heb 't hier bekeek'n, als ik dit zo heur,
joe zuik'n 't moar oet, ja ik goa d'r vandeur
lente in twente, lente in twentequote:op vrijdag 21 oktober 2005 22:19 schreef caerbannog het volgende:
[..]
he doe, wat kiekst ja laif/.....
moar ach, dien bek stait schaif!
als ik weer zo'n tukker zie, vol met bier en sympathie
lente in twente, lente in twente
het leven is zo slecht nog niet
ik heb 'n toe- toe- toeterquote:op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 00:39 schreef petomaan het volgende:
toet toet toet toet yeahh!!!
op m'n waterscooter,
daarmee toe- toe- toeter
ik naar jou
ik heb 'n toe- toe- toeter
op m'n waterscooter,
daarmee toeter ik naar elke vrouw
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like
do, do, do, da, da ,da that's all i've got to say to you!quote:op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 02:25 schreef vulcanus het volgende:
[..]
ik heb 'n toe- toe- toeter
op m'n waterscooter,
daarmee toe- toe- toeter
ik naar jou
ik heb 'n toe- toe- toeter
op m'n waterscooter,
daarmee toeter ik naar elke vrouw
and we like hooter's for their hotwings tooquote:op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 02:25 schreef vulcanus het volgende:
[..]
ik heb 'n toe- toe- toeter
op m'n waterscooter,
daarmee toe- toe- toeter
ik naar jou
ik heb 'n toe- toe- toeter
op m'n waterscooter,
daarmee toeter ik naar elke vrouw
other guys never cross our minds
we don't wonder what it might be like
how could it be any better than it is with you
mag plaatje ook!?
'De grotere inbreng van de markt leidt ertoe dat steeds grotere stukken van het landschap zullen worden ingericht naar de smaak van de meerderheid die meent dat Pim Fortuyn de grootste Nederlander allert tijden was.'
Willem van Toorn-NRC Handelsblad
Willem van Toorn-NRC Handelsblad
zo, das mijn eerste post!quote:
'De grotere inbreng van de markt leidt ertoe dat steeds grotere stukken van het landschap zullen worden ingericht naar de smaak van de meerderheid die meent dat Pim Fortuyn de grootste Nederlander allert tijden was.'
Willem van Toorn-NRC Handelsblad
Willem van Toorn-NRC Handelsblad
een mijlpaalquote:op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 14:01 schreef haagscheharry het volgende:
zo, das mijn eerste post!
Muil houwe of ik sjoel d'r eentje in!
watser, watser, watser, watserquote:
watser met jou ouwe? kanker
kanker je staat te spacen
serieus gek wat praat je met mij man keeeeenker
...you must die i alone am best!
i hope ya flip some guy the bird,
he cuts you off and you're forced to swerve,
in front of the beatles' tour bus,
a bookmobile and a mack truck,
hauling hazardous biological waste,
the light turns red you have no brakes,
and "hard copy" gets it all on tape,
so you can see the look on your face,
i hope ya flip some guy the bird,
he cuts you off and you're forced to swerve,
in front of the beatles' tour bus,
a bookmobile and a mack truck,
hauling hazardous biological waste,
the light turns red you have no brakes,
and "hard copy" gets it all on tape,
so you can see the look on your face,
Sharp knife, short temper. Any questions?
I spent most of my money on beer, women, and guns. The rest I just wasted.
Ik ben een unieke expressie van het almachtige.
I spent most of my money on beer, women, and guns. The rest I just wasted.
Ik ben een unieke expressie van het almachtige.
rip this joint, gonna save your soul,quote:op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 15:51 schreef -numlock- het volgende:
het gevoel begint zich te ontlaaien
het is weer tijd om een joint te draaien!
round and round and round we go.
roll this joint, gonna get down low,
start my starter, gonna stop the show.
oh, yeah!
tuurlijk draai er nog maar één, ben toch al weg, 'k hoef nergens heenquote:op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 15:51 schreef -numlock- het volgende:
het gevoel begint zich te ontlaaien
het is weer tijd om een joint te draaien!
't denken lukt nu toch niet meer en we leven meer één keer
dus draai 'm nog eens vol, m'n bek kan toch niet droger
ik zal roken wat ik roken kan, dan vlieg ik straks wat hoger.
.
.
i smoke two joints in the morningquote:op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 16:10 schreef la-nina het volgende:
[..]
tuurlijk draai er nog maar één, ben toch al weg, 'k hoef nergens heen
't denken lukt nu toch niet meer en we leven meer één keer
dus draai 'm nog eens vol, m'n bek kan toch niet droger
ik zal roken wat ik roken kan, dan vlieg ik straks wat hoger.
.
i smoke two joints at night
i smoke two joints in the afternoon
it makes me feel allright
i smoke two joints in time of peace
and two in time of war
i smoke two joints before i smoke two joints
and then i smoke some more
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
sublime!quote:op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 16:59 schreef zhenar het volgende:
[..]
i smoke two joints in the morning
i smoke two joints at night
i smoke two joints in the afternoon
it makes me feel allright
i smoke two joints in time of peace
and two in time of war
i smoke two joints before i smoke two joints
and then i smoke some more
when the game of life makes you feel like quitting
it helps a lot if you kill a kitten
mark my words 'cause from were i'm sitting
you can't go wrong if you kill a kitten
theres no crime that you'll be committing,
i know the law,
you can kill a kitten
and if you need yarn for that scarf you're knitting
you'll get plenty if you kill a kitten
hush, little girl, sweet baby don't cry tonight
daddy is here and he'll sing you a soft lullaby tonight
why can't it all be like it was before?
how can i explain why mommy's not here anymore?
'cause daddy likes porno and ten dollar whores
daddy gets wasted and robs liquor stores
daddy likes rubbing against little boys on the bus
i think that's why mommy left us.....
stephen lynch
daddy is here and he'll sing you a soft lullaby tonight
why can't it all be like it was before?
how can i explain why mommy's not here anymore?
'cause daddy likes porno and ten dollar whores
daddy gets wasted and robs liquor stores
daddy likes rubbing against little boys on the bus
i think that's why mommy left us.....
stephen lynch
wi-j maken lange dagen en dat doe-w al heel wat joarquote:op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 22:30 schreef wappiej het volgende:
en de fiets van piet van pa is zojuist gepasseerd..
moar a-j de dertig gepasseerd bunt word 't soms wel zwoar
de knieën bunt versletten en de rugge dut zo zear
ik heb altied zin in høken moar mien wief wil mien niet meer
meisjesquote:op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 22:47 schreef molluck het volgende:
ik wil een meisje!
ze maken ons kapot, mijnheer
ze maken ons zo zot, mijnheer
mmmm meisjes
meisje, je bent zo lelijk als de nacht
je bent toch niet zo'n sweety als ik had verwacht
je bent toch niet zo'n sweety als ik had verwacht
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
fat boys fat boys
what you gonna do
what you gonna do when they come for you?
what you gonna do
what you gonna do when they come for you?
[b]Op maandag 12 december 2005 22:25 schreef MissBliss het volgende:[/b]
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
Ik sta in niemands sig ;(
shit, damn, motherfucker .............."d'angelo - shit damn motherfucker"
Success, recognition, and conformity are the bywords of the modern world where everyone seems to crave the anesthetizing security of being identified with the majority.
Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, 1963.
Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, 1963.
there's a fat boy in the kitchenquote:op zondag 23 oktober 2005 02:09 schreef zhenar het volgende:
fat boys fat boys
what you gonna do
what you gonna do when they come for you?
what am i gonna do
there's a fat boy in the kitchen
what am i gonna do
me gonna shoot that boy
Ik ben een meisje!
hier met jullie "
i have a dream" speech
aug. 28, 1963
i am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
five score years ago, a great american, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the emancipation proclamation. this momentous decree came as a great beacon of hope to millions of negro slaves, who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. it came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. but one hundred years later, the negro is still not free. one hundred years later, the life of the negro is still sadly crippled by the manacle of segregation and the chains of discrimination.
one hundred years later, the negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. one hundred years later, the negro is still languishing in the corners of american society and finds himself an exile in his own land so we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
in a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. when the architects of our great republic wrote the magnificent words of the constitution and the declaration of independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every american was to fall heir.
this note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed to the inalienable rights of life liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
it is obvious today that america has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. instead of honoring this sacred obligation, america has given the negro people a bad check, a check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."
but we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. we refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. so we have come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice.
we have also come to this hallowed spot to remind america of the fierce urgency of now. this is not time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.
now is the time to make real the promise of democracy.
now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.
now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
now is the time to make justice a reality to all of god's children.
it would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of it's colored citizens. this sweltering summer of the negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. nineteen sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. those who hope that the negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual.
there will be neither rest nor tranquility in america until the negro is granted his citizenship rights. the whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
but there is something that i must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. in the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds.
let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. we must ever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
the marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. we cannot walk alone.
and as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. we cannot turn back. there are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "when will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as the negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.
we cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.
we can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for white only."
we cannot be satisfied as long as a negro in mississippi cannot vote and a negro in new york believes he has nothing for which to vote.
no, no we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
i am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of your trials and tribulations. some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by storms of persecutions and staggered by the winds of police brutality.
you have been the veterans of creative suffering. continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
go back to mississippi, go back to alabama, go back to south carolina go back to georgia, go back to louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our modern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
let us not wallow in the valley of despair. i say to you today, my friends, that even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow. i still have a dream. it is a dream deeply rooted in the american dream.
i have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed. we hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.
i have a dream that one day on the red hills of georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
i have a dream that one day even the state of mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
i have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
i have a dream today.
i have a dream that one day down in alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; that one day right down in alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
i have a dream today.
i have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and every mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plains and the crooked places will be made straight and the glory of the lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.
this is our hope. this is the faith that i will go back to the south with. with this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.
with this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
with this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to climb up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
this will be the day when all of god's children will be able to sing with new meaning "my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee i sing. land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"
and if america is to be a great nation, this must become true. so let freedom ring from the hilltops of new hampshire. let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of new york.
let freedom ring from the heightening alleghenies of pennsylvania.
let freedom ring from the snow-capped rockies of colorado.
let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of california.
but not only that, let freedom, ring from stone mountain of georgia.
let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of mississippi and every mountainside.
and when this happens, when we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every tenement and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of god's children, black men and white men, jews and gentiles, protestants and catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old spiritual, "free at last, free at last. thank god almighty, we are free at last."
i have a dream" speech
aug. 28, 1963
i am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
five score years ago, a great american, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the emancipation proclamation. this momentous decree came as a great beacon of hope to millions of negro slaves, who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. it came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. but one hundred years later, the negro is still not free. one hundred years later, the life of the negro is still sadly crippled by the manacle of segregation and the chains of discrimination.
one hundred years later, the negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. one hundred years later, the negro is still languishing in the corners of american society and finds himself an exile in his own land so we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
in a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. when the architects of our great republic wrote the magnificent words of the constitution and the declaration of independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every american was to fall heir.
this note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed to the inalienable rights of life liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
it is obvious today that america has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. instead of honoring this sacred obligation, america has given the negro people a bad check, a check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."
but we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. we refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. so we have come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice.
we have also come to this hallowed spot to remind america of the fierce urgency of now. this is not time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.
now is the time to make real the promise of democracy.
now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.
now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
now is the time to make justice a reality to all of god's children.
it would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of it's colored citizens. this sweltering summer of the negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. nineteen sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. those who hope that the negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual.
there will be neither rest nor tranquility in america until the negro is granted his citizenship rights. the whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
but there is something that i must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. in the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds.
let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. we must ever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
the marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. we cannot walk alone.
and as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. we cannot turn back. there are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "when will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as the negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.
we cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.
we can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for white only."
we cannot be satisfied as long as a negro in mississippi cannot vote and a negro in new york believes he has nothing for which to vote.
no, no we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
i am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of your trials and tribulations. some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by storms of persecutions and staggered by the winds of police brutality.
you have been the veterans of creative suffering. continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
go back to mississippi, go back to alabama, go back to south carolina go back to georgia, go back to louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our modern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
let us not wallow in the valley of despair. i say to you today, my friends, that even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow. i still have a dream. it is a dream deeply rooted in the american dream.
i have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed. we hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.
i have a dream that one day on the red hills of georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
i have a dream that one day even the state of mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
i have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
i have a dream today.
i have a dream that one day down in alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; that one day right down in alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
i have a dream today.
i have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and every mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plains and the crooked places will be made straight and the glory of the lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.
this is our hope. this is the faith that i will go back to the south with. with this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.
with this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
with this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to climb up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
this will be the day when all of god's children will be able to sing with new meaning "my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee i sing. land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"
and if america is to be a great nation, this must become true. so let freedom ring from the hilltops of new hampshire. let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of new york.
let freedom ring from the heightening alleghenies of pennsylvania.
let freedom ring from the snow-capped rockies of colorado.
let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of california.
but not only that, let freedom, ring from stone mountain of georgia.
let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of mississippi and every mountainside.
and when this happens, when we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every tenement and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of god's children, black men and white men, jews and gentiles, protestants and catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old spiritual, "free at last, free at last. thank god almighty, we are free at last."
Success, recognition, and conformity are the bywords of the modern world where everyone seems to crave the anesthetizing security of being identified with the majority.
Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, 1963.
Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, 1963.
what the fuck are we saying!quote:op zondag 23 oktober 2005 04:18 schreef cappy het volgende:
hier met jullie "
i have a dream" speech
aug. 28, 1963
...
i was gonna make love to you, but then i got high, i'm serious
i was gonna eat your pussy to, but then i got high
now i'm jacking off and i know why, because i got high, because i got high
i was gonna eat your pussy to, but then i got high
now i'm jacking off and i know why, because i got high, because i got high
ja dat ik best wel in het verkeerd "iets"heb gepost ... maar dat neemt niet weg ....... you are saying shite ... you are shite.... you will be shite ... and with the help of the gods .. you will be eating shite ...quote:
you might give your heart to jezus but youre ass belongs to the corps ....
Success, recognition, and conformity are the bywords of the modern world where everyone seems to crave the anesthetizing security of being identified with the majority.
Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, 1963.
Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, 1963.
straat negerquote:op zondag 23 oktober 2005 04:41 schreef remlof het volgende:
i was gonna make love to you, but then i got high, i'm serious
i was gonna eat your pussy to, but then i got high
now i'm jacking off and i know why, because i got high, because i got high
Success, recognition, and conformity are the bywords of the modern world where everyone seems to crave the anesthetizing security of being identified with the majority.
Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, 1963.
Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, 1963.
i touch your skin, i smell the sin, your eyes are lying!
i touch your skin, i smell the sin, my love for you is dying!
i touch your skin, i smell the sin, my love for you is dying!
Live it!
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