confessional

[400asa]

Hé bah mon vieux ... C'est ça la nouvelle génération de la zone ? Je resent comme un profond désespoir d'un coup (oui je sais cmbdtcs, mais c'est mm plus drôle enfaite).
Putain vous me faites pitié c'est pas normal ça.

Ils sont où les vieux de la vieille bordel de pute à la con ? A part deux ou trois connards les postes on complétement perdu l'esprit de la zone. Vous êtes plus pathétiques les uns que les autres, je vous chie tous à la geule bande de tafioles.

Ta gueule, connard.

[Le Duc]

toi tu fais parti des quelques fils de putes qui ont la bonne mentalité, je t'aime

[Glaüx]

FOR IN THE END OF TIMES HE THE MASTER SHALL COME BACK
AND SITTING ON HIS FUCKIN THRONE HE THE MASTER SHALL JUDGE
THE GOOD AND PROUD WITH THE GOOD
THE MONKEY'S FART WITH YA MOTHA BITCH
AND IN THE END OF TIMES, HE THE MASTER SHALL FUCK YOU ALL



WELCOME, THY EXCELLENCE
HAIL TO THEE

[nihil]

AND GO FUCKTH THEESELV WIT A FORK

[Glaüx]

TAKE MY MOUTH O MASTER
FOR NOW IS THE TIME TO JUDGE AND BLAST MY TONGUE WITH THY HOLY SENTENCE

FUCK ME DUKE


MAKE ME ONE OF THY ARMED SUCCUBS
O THY

[400asa]

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry 'Hold, hold!'

[nihil]

STFU

[Le Duc]

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry 'Hold, hold!'

Nirvana ?

[400asa]

Presque, Shakespeare.

[Narak]

J'habite " Allée des Lilas ".

[Glaüx]

Et tu traites les autres de gay ? Bravo.

[Cuddle]

Je déteste l'espèce humaine

[Le Duc]

J'ai voté François Bayrou, au deuxiéme tours.

[morbid]

il vient de quelle planete ce cuddle

[Malax]

Surement la même que la tienne.