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Region: Libertatem
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You try making memes at 1:00 in the morning.
Also, they are low blows because unlike you, I'm not being serious. My campaign is not making funny pictures.
I'm not either. I'm simply using memes to get across a message...plus I have no dirt on you
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That is because he hasn't done anything completely idiot, like you.
I'm doing just fine.
Completely idiot.
Good job, Max.
Don't you just love it when the RMB flags get confusing?
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Ooh ooh somebody make a meme about meh
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Of course I love it hump.
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Yes. that's one dead world leader I got.
If only, if only.
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I think we all know that this is about the time where my mental state begins to crumble.
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Ooh, a hitler one. I've been waiting for that.
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Two-Parter
Part one: https://imgflip.com/i/al7uw
Part 2: https://imgflip.com/i/al7vu
Da hell is he?
Charles Manson.
...oh.
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This couldn't be more true.
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Alright, that's enough for tonight.
This is Ian Brady and Myra Hindley, a couple who raped and killed several children and buried them at Saddleworth Moor.
...I got nothing else.
This is why we recolored the Pev/Humph campaign banners, guys.
Um... That got dark quick...
This is why I just watch from the shadows. ;-)
These aren't permanent. If Pev doesn't give me his by tomorrow morning, I'm just going with yours.
lol
I know, but still, so many monochrome Reagans.
I'll go build a black-and-white wall to tear down.
Hindley wakes and Hindley says
"Whatever he has done, I have done"
"You could say we're a team."
You might sleep, you might sleep, you might sleep but you will never dream....
And isn't it already tomorrow morning? Heh.
It means we got support, brah. Enjoy it.
Can we all talk about my extensive knowledge of serial killers?
Not really, no.
Oh, find me, find me!
Find me!
I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh
But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Edward, see those alluring lights?
Tonight will be your very last night
A woman said: "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"
Music Lyrics time?
I can see in here
And I can feel in here
Comatose with common sense
I take my time in here
Somebody get me out of here
What am I so against
I just wanna watch the whole world burn
Lost a million times and I won't learn
Show me someone innocent
I'll show you there's no proof
I may be gone but I'm no fool
I'm not close
I'm not safe
I know I'll never be in chains.
Procession moves on, the shouting is over,
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.
Cry like a child, though these years make me older,
With children my time is so wastefully spent,
A burden to keep, though their inner communion,
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.
Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,
No words could explain, no actions determine,
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.
I don't know who wrote this song, but I can assure you that Morrissey is a better songwriter than them.
These are bad lyrics.
Tired Stone Sour. Great song.
You say: "ere long done do does did"
Words which could only be your own
And then you then produce the text
From whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804
And the first one tore a picture
Of a dead and hanging man
Who was kissing foreign fishes
That flew right out from this hands
And when I put my arms around him
I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks
And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak
And he said...Oh boy you are so pretty
Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string.
And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring
Lost like a bell that's tipping over
With two cracks along both sides
And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside
And watched the fires that were reaching
Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees
And the waiting scene and the Sunday dream
They're all waiting here for me
Deli markets with their flower stands
And pretty girls and the burning men
Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays
And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face
Across a bridge and across the mountains
Threw a nickel in a fountain
To save my soul from all these troubled times
And all the drugs that I don't have the guts to take
To soothe my mind so I'm always sober
Always aching, always heading towards
Mass suicide, occult figurines
And wasted gas-station attendants
Attending to their jobs
And a nice drive in the country
Finds a nice cliff to drop off
Oh when this life just gets so grating
All the grittiness of life
But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you
You're too wonderful to die
And the last one tore a picture
From the pornographic page
When all the pleasure points attacking
All the looks of love were staged
And it's a lie that you've been given
That just hurts you every day
So why should i lay here naked
When it's just too far away
From anything we could call loving
Any love worth living for
So I'll sleep out in the gutter
You can sleep here on the floor
And when I wake up in the morning
I won't forget to lock the door
Because with a match that's mean and some gasoline
You won't see me anymore
Beat that, tired stone sour.
That song makes me happy.
Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your breath,
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left.
With some pretty, bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest.
But oh comely,
It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess
In your memory, you're drunk on your awe to me
It doesn't mean anything at all.
Oh comely,
All of your friends are all letting you blow,
Bristling and ugly, bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
Of some pretty, bright, and bubbly friend
You could need to say comforting things in your ear
But oh comely,
There isn't such one friend that you could find here.
Standing next to me,
He's only my enemy
I'll crush him with everything I own.
Say what you want to say
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out
All your miracle aimed for me.
Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies,
While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park.
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums,
The music and medicine you needed for comforting.
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving,
And pluck all your silly strings, bend all your notes for me.
Soft silly music is meaningful magical,
The movements were beautiful, all in your ovaries.
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers,
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines.
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.
Say what your want to say.
Hang for your hollow ways.
Moving your mouth to pull out
All your miracle aimed for me.
And I know they buried her body with others,
Her sister and mother and five-hundred families.
And will she remember me fifty years later?
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine.
Know all your enemies.
We know who our enemies are.
Know all your enemies.
We know who our enemies are.
Goldaline, my dear,
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here.
There is sun and spring and green forever.
But now we move to feel for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach.
Place your body here,
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine.
If it has a slow beat. It sucks.
That was the most ignorant thing ever written.
All the lies that you make up
What's at the back of your mind?
Oh, your face I can see
And it's desperately kind
But what's at the back of your mind?
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
It's the Eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
And general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile influences sway
This way and that way
This way, that way
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Let your puny body, lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say
As we lie, you say
Stretch out and...
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say :
Will the world end in the night time?
(I really don't know)
Or will the world end in the day time?
(I really don't know)
And is there any point ever having children?
Oh, I don't know
All I do know is we're Here and it's Now
So... stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
I don't music much.
http://youtu.be/-CGIii_eTOk
This may legitimately be the saddest song ever written.
Picking up the pieces of the day
And casting them away
Walk into the town below
And lay it all so low
Waltzing with Paulina
Now all the world's asleep
With the secrets that they keep
Climb 'till your legs are tired
And your eyes are open wide
Polska Ukrayina
Polska Ukrayina, now!
Never alone, never afraid
Śliwowica under the shade
You'll greet the sun with bottles high
Your bodies pale against the sky
Zajebiście, Kurwa!
Zajebiście, Kurwa!
Up into the highest peak
Sleep is for the weak
Baltic is at your back
You'll head towards the Black
Where the river's rising high
All along the countryside
Enter the hyenas
Enter the hyenas
One for the A to the K
Two for Ascension day
Three for the dusty ground
Four for the life you've found
Polska Ukrayina
Polska Ukrayina, now
It's not Ignorant. It's opinionated based off experience. Never have I had a slow song that I liked.
That's a wrong opinion. Stop having it.
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LISTEN TO THIS AND CRY
ITS ABOUT KILLING YOURSELF CRY DAMMIT CRY
Call me evil, but I didn't even have a sad thought in my head...
I prefer this song when we are talking bout suicide man.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lP077RitNAc
In honor of Pev's term as President: (It's Sinatra, not this "daddy issue" stuff you're playing, ya uncultured swine)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E2hYDIFDIU
I will get you into The Smiths I swear to god
As to the meaning of this song..
The song is symbolic, People with depression pretend to be happy in front of others since they may think if they are always sad people would hurt them more than they already are so they act as if there is joy in their life, Or it's about how when someone is about to commit suicide they seem happy in their own f*cked up way to die
Nope.
Sinatra is a god. I love you.
It's called metal and Rock you fools.
Look up Miserable Lie by The Smiths. It's hella slow at first, but not for long.
You forgot the polish folk punk.
Metal is trash Hun
Ya. Join the club.
No it isn't.
That voice is awful...
The lyrics sure are.
Here's my favorite band.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueMz4YaEfZs
DONT YOU EVER SAY THAT ABOUT MORRISSEY YOU DISGUSTING WAD OF ASS LINT
Not the lyrics by this band.
That's how I imagine pev sounding.
I've learned in all of my years that there are three things that destroy friendships.
1. Religion
2. Politics
3. Music
I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU
Fine by me.
Charmingly exotic.
Can we talk about how beautiful Morrissey was?
I think Australian accents are sexy. Period. Male or female.
No.
He isn't.
This is tye.
This is definitely Humph after dark.
Wot m8?
*deep chuckles*
*True
Very true. Why do you think I agreed to be in the RLP in the first place? Because of what I imagined Pev sounded like.
...*Facepalm*
Who wants to buy some freedom?
Assembled with Dot's Region Saver.
Written by Refuge Isle.