MissNormandy Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 Whatever shall I do? Be there any fine Knights here to saveth this damsel in distress? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sphinx Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 No..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RobBob Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 We don't save trannies. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
marylou Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 If you really want to get back on his good side, you'll need to talk dirty to him over PM or somesuch. Also, never defend me, as I am on the permanent list, partially because I have refused to talk dirty with him. But, being on that list is really not so bad, you just have to ignore the garbage he flings at you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr_Flash_Amazing Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 RobBob said: We don't save trannies. Where's a mouthful of coffee to spit at the screen when you need it? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
allthumbs Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 knock it off you guys this ain't gonna be pick on trask day Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erik Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 trask said: knock it off you guys this ain't gonna be pick on trask day yeah cuz this is shit on trask's existance DECADE! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
allthumbs Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 Real nice talk, Eric. I thought you were my friend, asseyes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 MissNormandy said: Be there any fine Knights here to saveth this damsel in distress? NI! go get im a shrubbery, the dude is desperate for some bush Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MissNormandy Posted August 7, 2003 Author Share Posted August 7, 2003 marylou said: If you really want to get back on his good side, you'll need to talk dirty to him over PM or somesuch. Also, never defend me, as I am on the permanent list, partially because I have refused to talk dirty with him. But, being on that list is really not so bad, you just have to ignore the garbage he flings at you. Is it still dirty if I pretend like I'm a guy and he is my gay lover? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crackbolter Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 Better yet Miss Normally, I'll act like a lesbian and you can be my gay lover. Eric, this isn't the Decade for Trask. It is his entire millenium of existance. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crackbolter Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 Don't forget the afterlife. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erik Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 Crackbolter said: Don't forget the afterbirth. knowing trask, he has probably allready comsumed it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MissNormandy Posted August 7, 2003 Author Share Posted August 7, 2003 Where is the love? What's wrong with the world, mama People livin' like they ain't got no mamas I think the whole world addicted to the drama Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism But we still got terrorists here livin' In the USA, the big CIA The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK But if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah Badness is what you demonstrate And that's exactly how a n**** works and operates N**, you gotta have love just to set it straight Take control of your mind and meditate Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love The love, the love It just ain't the same, always unchanged New days are strange, is the world insane If love and peace is so strong Why are there pieces of love that don't belong Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug If you never know truth then you never know love Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the love, y'all People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love The love, the love I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder Most of us only care about money makin' Selfishness got us followin' our own direction Wrong information always shown by the media Negative images is the main criteria Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria Kids act like what they see in the cinema Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity Whatever happened to the fairness in equality Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under Gotta keep my faith alive to lovers bound People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crackbolter Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 Love? This is poetry: How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? That idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memory of the red man. The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man - all belong to the same family. So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children. So we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that the ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells us events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father. The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our cannoes, feed our children. If we sell our land, you must learn, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers, and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother. We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of the land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert. I do not know. Our ways are different than yours. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. But perhaps because the red man is a savage and does not understand. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling leaves in spring, or the rustle of an insects wings. But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night ? I am red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond, and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a mid-day rain, or scented by the pinon pine. The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breaths. Like a man dying for many days is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadows flowers. So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I'll make one condition, the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am a savage and I do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and I do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive. What is man without the beasts ? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected. You must teach the children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves. This we know, the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know, which the white man may discover one day - our God is the same God. You may think you know that you own Him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. This earth is precious to him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its Creator. The whites too shall pass, perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste. But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man. That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket ? Gone. Where is the eagle ? Gone. The end of living and beginning of survival. -- Chief Sealth (Seattle) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
allthumbs Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 sick fucks i'm happy with my 2 lezzie lovers go piss up your ropes Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 Did someone say "Where is the Love"? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MissNormandy Posted August 7, 2003 Author Share Posted August 7, 2003 *cries* Nobody will be my friend... Even E-Rock stopped messaging me... *cries* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erik Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 MissNormandy said: *cries* Nobody will be my friend... Even E-Rock stopped messaging me... *cries* YEISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dru Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 MissNormandy said: *cries* Nobody will be my friend... Even E-Rock stopped messaging me... *cries* show up to pube club or "dirtbag" rope up Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MissNormandy Posted August 7, 2003 Author Share Posted August 7, 2003 Do I have to show you my tits when I get there? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erik Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 MissNormandy said: Do I have to show you my tits when I get there? NOPE BUT YA GOTTA CLIMB! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr._Natural Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sk Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 erik said: MissNormandy said: Do I have to show you my tits when I get there? NOPE BUT YA GOTTA CLIMB! WERD TO THAT Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gary_Yngve Posted August 7, 2003 Share Posted August 7, 2003 MissNormandy said: Do I have to show you my tits when I get there? No, but you'll need to fist-jam some wet cracks. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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