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Goal Stockhausen wrote: I take your silence as consenting to freckleallery! So bye, bye Flavio...

Im working, my dear.... build a cd can be very heavy work, more if is one band like stratovarius.

anyway, im having a lot troubles in argentina, i need put head in migrate to other country.

Stratowarius 2.0 wrote:So now you are IMPOTENT ? But it can't be that unexpected with all the stress you have to endure and you should try not to worry so much. I am sure you soon will be fit for fight again and it is a good thing you don't have a greengreen Paris that someone here is afflicted with. A sloutching greengreen Paris is an abomination you don't wish for your worst enemy.

No reason to take potency so seriously, my friend.

Kiss the cyclops... Do it

Mr cool Edit wrote:

Goal Stockhausen wrote: I take your silence as consenting to freckleallery! So bye, bye Flavio...

Im working, my dear.... build a cd can be very heavy work, more if is one band like stratovarius.

anyway, im having a lot troubles in argentina, i need

put head in migrate to other country.

Oh dear, oh dear.!I have the highest respect for your work and I'm sure you will reach your "goal" soon, even if it isn't me!

And I am very sorry for your troubles and your freckleallergy. But such is life. Full of disappointments. Jaja!

"This Swedish, freckled girl, that actually is called Freckle, and a dear friend to me, gave me a marvellous gift", says the baker, with a big smile.

HEY!!!!! THE GREY CAT HAVE OWNER!!! IS A NIGGA WOLF!!!!!

You can maybe own a dog. But a cat? Never! And this freckled gray cat? Even more never! But you can of course cherish her, if you are willing to endure red dots, all over, and a running nose...

Stratowarius 2.0 wrote:"This Swedish, freckled girl, that actually is called Freckle, and a dear friend to me, gave me a marvellous gift", says the baker, with a big smile.

WoW! You are just an hour away from me! Would you like to meet later tonight for an evening of sultry romance and fish sandwiches. I know a place.

Stratowarius wrote:

Stratowarius 2.0 wrote:"This Swedish, freckled girl, that actually is called Freckle, and a dear friend to me, gave me a marvellous gift", says the baker, with a big smile.

WoW! You are just an hour away from me! Would you like to meet later tonight for an evening of sultry romance and fish sandwiches. I know a place.

I advice you, swedish grey kitten..... nothing in the world have the balls to take to fool one Italian sicilians Wolf....... you will know whats mean "VENDETTA"

Aber hello there Mr Edit, you can't vendetta ME! I am not your cat! Huh!

Stratowarius wrote: Aber hello there Mr Edit, you can't vendetta ME! I am not your cat! Huh!

HOOO GOSH!!!!!! KITTEN WITH A LOT PERSONALITIES!!!!!

you are the tolkki's cat or what

ME? Tolkkis cat??? Nevernevernever!

Or What? Yes! I am ORWHAT!

blASSt from the pASSt.

NEA's Sin

Copyright 2010 - Living Poets Society
Caracas, Vuvuzuela, Phallustine, Texas, Antares. All but a speck of lint on Priapus' cock.

NEA!

Your figure is faint within the fog,
But you can't hide behind your smog-
You bought a toad, you bought a hog,
A whining cat and sticky frog.

A slithering serpent, a surly shrew,
A mangled mutt with a bone to chew,
A prickly prawn, a proud parrot,
A fuzzy ferret who likes Keith Jarrot-

You took these slivering, shaking beasts,
Baptized them with Christian priests,
Then crammed them in a metal cage,
And you sat back to watch them rage.

Feathers were flying, fur was torn,
Mating occurred and mutants were born,
Part shrew, part frog, African Grey,
And that's just what came in today.

And you- you butchered these beasties with a blunt bar,
You snapped off their wings and threw them afar,
You stomped on their haunches, you pulled off each phallus,
And chewed off their feathers with intentions of malice...

An original, since I stole my own rhymes!

I am the great baker,
And I have seen the light!
I like my coffee black,
And I like my women white,

I do not come from Yemen,
I do not come from Spain,
I drink my tea with lemon,
I drink, with Arnold Layne

I clean my pimples once a day,
I hope one day, they'll go away,
I can be a bit of a freak,
I rub my penis twice a week,

I masturbate so soothingly,
I do it- with impunity,
It feels so good, it feel so nice,
More pleasure than, for Chang, white rice

But enough discussing dirty deeds,
And lets avoid the man from Leeds,
No- instead, let the topic flow,
To that wonder- my Flavio...

What a man, oh what a joy,
If only he was to be my boy,
We would dance under the stars,
He would sing, and I'd play my guitars,

But it was never meant to be,
Like peanut butter and green tea,
We were not meant to be together,
But at least my rhymes are clever,

Do not steal them, by the way!
Sincerely,

the seattle gay.

Since I now have established myself as a continuously stubborn rhymethief, I will stick to my stripes. So here is a poem to Nea, my dear under-bed-heavy-breather.


To Nea for old times sake...


Nea couldn't gaze in the hazy fog,
And it was even worse in Neon's Londonsmog,
So he tripped and fell over a small, spiky hog,
Since he didn't differ him from a slimy frog.

He pined for some nomnoms and tried a screw,
But it was too wiry for him to chew,
He vomited with Neon and laughed like a parrot,
When Mr Edit tried to sing as Keith Jarrot.

So he went invisible and breathed like a beast,
Under Freckles bed, but she thought he was a priest,
And gave him some waffles in his under-bed-cage,
And he stopped the hard-breathing and disregarded his rage.

He ate all the nomnoms and his hair he torn,
When he wished he as a new one, soon would be born,
With the dustrats under the bed he felt a bit gray,
It was like a prison there, night and day.

He dreamt about Kosken and beer in a strip-bar,
He was sure there must be one, not so very far,
But mostly he pined to be back in Phallus,
Since those were the days without any malluc.

And one to the dear baker...

In Seattle you easily find the Muff-baker,
He shines with a heavenly light,
Not ten minutes from an icecar-shaker,
And I can promise he is a bright sight.

You will maybe think he must come from Yemen,
But, oh, no, and neither from Spain,
No, he is born in a country that grows sour lemon,
And HU he is related to hothot Blenda Layne.

He bakes his nomnommuffins every day,
And that is how he let his time fly away,
He seldom is free in his baking-week,
And one can hardly believe he is something of a freak.

He hides his obsessions very soothingly,
And no one uses to see his impunity,
He works as a society-pillar and is rather nice,
When he for his friend China-Chong cooks the rice.

So no one can suspect, that all his good deeds,
Are learned from a fat man from old Leeds,
Or that they also come in a big flow,
From Argentina and a guy called Flavio.

That no-baking guy gives the baker great joy,
When he tries to sing like the Keith Jarret-boy,
Under the dark heaven so full of stars,
The singing will be done without the guitars.

It is something that hardly can be,
Heard when you have your afternoon-tea,
And try to have your nomnom together,
With the sweet Goal and it is not so clever,
To try to hide that you in fact for ever and a day,
Are a Closet-Seattle-Mossmuffin-Bakergay...

godd..... day a day i m more sure that to jens dont care a shit nothing really...... or maybe jens is more crazy that his fans.?

What did you just say? Once again please!

ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ wrote: What did you just say? Once again please!

easy easy!!!! i dont say nothing----.....

HUH? Didn't you? Sorry then!

ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ wrote: HUH? Didn't you? Sorry then!

awwwwww you put me sweet.......



can you love me if i paint my hair of yellow like lauri and my face of white??


hahahahah

What??? Is this dating? I have no idea how to date here then. Don't paint your hair or face for heavens sake! It doesn't help me to date you! There are too many mighty rivals here so I give up. And I am freckled! Arnold has told me that you are allergic to freckles. So...

Why, Fla-flavio?? A face without freckles is like a night without stars. or so they say.. even if i don't have them Butt, butt, my twin has! She is a weirdo tho ( I hope she isn't reading this)

Ilsekena wrote:Why, Fla-flavio?? A face without freckles is like a night without stars. or so they say.. even if i don't have them Butt, butt, my twin has! She is a weirdo tho ( I hope she isn't reading this)

NOTHING NOTHING!!!! im handsome.... or you only think that the only sexsymbol is "AAAAAAAAAA" here....

How did you do that? Why did you do that? I can't really recognize you. Please Flavio, don't do that again. I liked you much more before you changed like this...And don't paint your hair. Again!

Goal Stockhausen wrote: How did you do that? Why did you do that? I can't really recognize you. Please Flavio, don't do that again. I liked you much more before you changed like this...And don't paint your hair. Again!

lol

Mr cool Edit wrote:

Ilsekena wrote:Why, Fla-flavio?? A face without freckles is like a night without stars. or so they say.. even if i don't have them Butt, butt, my twin has! She is a weirdo tho ( I hope she isn't reading this)

NOTHING NOTHING!!!! im handsome.... or you only think that the only sexsymbol is "AAAAAAAAAA" here....

Are you a Targaryen? bows down in humble admiration Where's your dragon?

Are you a Targaryen? bows down in humble admiration Where's your dragon?

wow... one cute mom knows more of child staff that me that im a baby of 33 years old!!!



can you explain me what is Targaryen?

Mr cool Edit wrote: can you explain me what is Targaryen?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game_of_Thrones

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