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Zeth Rekia
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Postby Zeth Rekia » Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:31 pm

Joneslind wrote:it is a art thread-is it not?

What the fuck is this shit? Make your own thread and post your crap there.
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Postby Inky Noodles » Wed Dec 21, 2011 12:15 pm

Disturbing, yet awesome.
Transnapastain wrote:
Inky Noodles wrote:QUICK.

I WANNA ASK SOMEONE TO HOMECOMING.


whaddo I do?!


So I just met you
and this is crazy
but heres my number
homecoming maybe?

*not a valid offer.

~Trans, killing TET's since part 45.

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Even the females.

Especially the females. *nod*


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Belligerent Alcoholics wrote:Are you OK? :eyebrow:

It's a person called Inky Noodles in a thread that is not exactly known for its sanity in general. Do the math, beerguzzler.


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Postby Zeth Rekia » Fri Dec 23, 2011 2:18 pm

D!$CORD!$ - Committed

I am the boundary.
I am the crashing plane.
I am the derelict machine;
Squeezing out my dreams with relative ease.

Green monkeys bathing in cheese.
Now with fresh human beings...

Aborted fetuses look so fun.
I want to smash a billion,
and let my knee smash one.

A universe of thought is a big-bang away from fun.

God is a liar and I'm his best fan.
Say the words and join me in the van.
Sell me your soul and create the plan.
I'm a chain smoking wreck, but your my ticket to heaven;
Drowning in piss and scorching the land.

Green monkeys bathing in cheese.
Now with politicians arguing over border security...

Aborted fetuses look so fun.
I want to smash a billion,
and let my knee smash one.

A universe of thought is a big-bang away from fun.

My attic will be my shrine,
eat the film and watch them shine.
The shelf of jars will show my plan,
On and on for the thousandth time.
You never give in, I love your spin.
Men from the boondocks, sun from the shining glaive;
Drowning in piss and scorching the land.

Green monkeys bathing in cheese.
This time, made with women and beans...

Aborted fetuses look so fun.
I want to smash a billion,
and let my knee smash one.

Aborted fetuses look so fun.
I want to smash a billion,
and let my knee smash one.

A universe of thought is a big-bang away from fun.

My home in the stool of foam;
I am the Scissors and bone, so pretty and foreign.
Flesh and blood of the purest composition,
Eat my submission position for the acquirement of spirits.
I'm the darling, groomed for fun.
Ecstasy, you and me, soon'll be three.
Legs so glistening, money growing on a drooling tree.
Committed to a bright future, in me involuntary maze;
Drowning in piss and scorching the land.

Green monkeys bathing in cheese.
This time, made with children and ethnic minorities...

Aborted fetuses look so fun.
I want to smash a billion,
and let my knee smash one.

Aborted fetuses look so fun.
I want to smash a billion,
and let my knee smash one.

A universe of thought is a big-bang away from fun.

Over and over and over again...
I want to smash a billion,
and let my knee smash one.

Over and over and over again...
I want to smash a billion,
and let my knee smash one.

Over and over and over again...
I want to smash a billion,
and my knee smash a million!!!

Over and over and over again...
I want to smash a billion,
and my knee smash a billion!!!
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Postby Zeth Rekia » Fri Dec 23, 2011 5:50 pm

D!$CORD!$ - This Is North Philly! (This Is Halloween Parody)

Boys and girls of every age, would you like to see something strange?
Follow the colorful shoes and you will see, this our area of North Philly.

This is North Philly!
This is North Philly!
Gunshots heard in the dead of night!
This is North Philly!
Everyone avoid the murder scene!
Better lock up tight, or you're gonna get stabbed tonight!

This our area, everybody scream
In this area of North Philly

I am the axe-murderer hiding in your backseat,
Waiting for the darkness, so I can take my first swing.

I am the robber hiding in the alley,
Waiting to pounce so I can slash your belly.

This is North Philly!
This is North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!

In this town we call home, everyone hide when the sirens come.
In this area, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next block fire!

Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can.
Something's different, as he must have died.
Now you'll SCREAM!
This is North Philly!
Red and blue means we made a scene!
Aren't you scared? Well, that's just fine.

Do it once, do it twice, take a chance and learn the price!
Buy it on the street in the dead of night!
Everybody scream!
Everybody scream!
In our area of North Philly...

I am the boozer with the grumpy face.
Prostituting my daughter to buy more spirits at the Pub on Passyunk East.

I am the hoe that sits near the sewer drain.
Wind blowing through my hair and sending chills through my heroin brain.

I'm the creeper in the van that follows you at night,
Stalking you like a cat and filling you to the brim with fright.

This is North Philly!
This is North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!

Tender lumps of flesh everywhere.
It's no fun without a good beer.
It's our area and we sell more than weed.
In our area of North Philly.

In this area, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next block fire!

Skeleton Jackweed'll catch you with his Jackgang,
Make you scream like a bitch as he removes your skin.
This is North Philly.
Everybody scream!

Now, would you make way for a very special guy!
Jackweed Mac is king of the druggies.
Everyone hail to the Drug Lord now!
This is North Philly!
This is North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!

In this town we call home, everyone hide when the sirens come...

La, la, la, la
la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la, wheeeeee!!!
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Postby Zeth Rekia » Fri Dec 23, 2011 11:32 pm

D!$CORD!$ - Red Devil

Collecting the soulless in stone prisons, making the words come true to wash your sins.
Calling Christ to eat your bread, leaving the rest to bleed out red...

It's Christmas and you know what's ahead
It's Christmas and you know what's ahead... (He's calling through the TV.)

Oo, la la- It's Christmas time and Santa's dropping his gifts around the nation;
I want some agricultural collectivization.

Oo, la la la- It's Christmas time and Santa's dropping his gifts around the nation;
I want a carpet bombing of the AIDs infection.

Santa's gonna Crash that fuckin' slay right into the roof as you sleep
Climb down the chimney and eat his minimum wage cookies
Let the underage elves work their legs,
spreading the joy of Christmas like the neo-black plague
Rob your house and run away;
Save the ho-ho-hoeing for another day...

It's Christmas and you know what's ahead
It's Christmas and you know what's ahead...
Yeah...

Oo, la la. It's Christmas time and Santa drops his drawers around the nation;
Taking laxatives and alleviating his constipation.

Oo, la la la- It's Christmas time and Santa is riding around the nation;
Picking up whores and smashin' their heads in for some price reduction.

Santa's gonna pay a visit to your local mall
Materialize a chair and molest some children
As the elves work their magic and reel people in
With their underage cleavage and curvy wolf grins
They're gonna loot your purse and run away;
Save the ho-ho-hoeing for another day...

It's Christmas and you know what's ahead
It's Christmas and you know what's ahead
Sooner or later we'll all windup dry iced and dead...

Oo, la la. It's Christmas time and Santa's scrollin' the pages.
Stroking his toy bag to satiate his loli fixation.

Oo, la la la- It's Christmas time and Santa's pimpin' little bitches around the nation.
They're exchanging sexual favours for monetary compensation.

The red horse reaps the dead weight lead.
Wanna share the pleasantries with pleasures made of death.
Eat your eyes and mention the red money shed.
let the Chinese tank crush your head.
We reindeered our way up, but we can't reindeer our way back...

It's Christmas and you know what's ahead... (He's calling to you through the TV.)

Santa's the new mission impossible brought to the possible.
No window can he not break, no lock can he not pick
No safety behind the brick, he can fit through like a bad acid trip

It's Christmas and you know what's ahead... (He's crawling through the TV.)

Ready to crucify the soulless in whipped pleasure
The king of fat, clad in leather and black
whip him and he whips you back... Oo, la la la.

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December 26, 2031 - Happyish, North Eastern Prefecture

Postby Zeth Rekia » Mon Dec 26, 2011 11:35 am

It was during the first melting season in Winter that we moved to the house on Tennenbom Drive. It was a large stone castle styled mansion, surrounded by a large grassland and positioned upon a hill. I bought it with my state money, after being honorably discharged from the military. We arrived in the morning. Me, Dad, and Brother. Upon opening into the house, we went through a porch-like room and into the reception area that led to the living room. The interior was pretty average. Looking aged in most parts and actually somewhat unfinished in others. Dark green carpets, worn trim, dusty dusty dusty.

Father sighed, as he was so old and spent that he didn't want to do anymore home projects. I nudged him to assure him that he wouldn't have to. I preferred my homes natural. No need to fix something that isn't worth the money to fix, if it isn't broken.

"The air is quite stuffy in here, actually. Think you bought a good house, Akira." Said Keven, setting one of his bags on the table to his left.
"Thanks, I hope it lasts." I responded.
"Wonder how many rooms are in this place, I should pick out a good one." Said father, rubbing his head inquisitively.
"Around 12, ranging from medium size to large. Think you'll have a good time picking." I said.

After we got our bedrooms picked, I moved in my computer and tried several broken internet hook-ups until I found one that actually worked. Which, was in the living room. With no one else around, I kinda sighed and sat solemnly against the wall and looking at the floor. I had nothing to do.

I got bored, later the night. So, I went poking around downstairs. The stairs weren't that bad, actually. They creaked and groaned, but were relatively sturdy. They went down quite a ways. Eventually, I reached a door at the bottom, opened the door, and gasped for air as I sort of fell backwards onto the stairs in phobia. As the heights pushed on my chest, I realized that the house was built over a massive cave system that had been dug through and lined with glass catwalks for people to walk on. Red, blue, green and purple paper lanterns were hung on the walls and ceiling and there were rooms dug out into the cavern walls with stuff in them as well. The ambiance was that of a low high bass rumble, which, made me feel rather uneasy. The ceilings was plastered with pipes and wiring, which lined the walls and went into the floor somewhere below me.

I walked down one of the glass walkways that led to a relatively unlit room to the right. Upon entering, my legging caught itself on a broken chair leg and I fell, right onto the old dusty wooden floor. Dust settling as I open my eyes to view across the floor of a small in-room. Littered with old trash, cuberts, and clad in spider webs. As I scanned to the top of my head I panicked and recoiled backwards, doing whatever I can to get away from the hand sized spiders that seemed to be approaching me, until I realized they were on their backs, hard as concrete and dead as nails. At that moment, a chicken strutted its way into view from the inside of the in-room.

It cackled around, with a rubber police baton strapped to its back as it asked me, "What brings you here? Have you come to defend me from the awful cat who stares?"
I laid there in confusion. Not only did it talk, but it was a bird. I immediately felt like saying no, but I played my polite card and said, "Possibly, why do you have a dildo strapped to you back?"
"Oh, my baton? I keep that for protection." Said the Chicken. He began to pervertedly poke my area between my legs with the baton, snickering quietly.
"Ah, alright." I responded, giving him a look of authoritarian disapproval. To which, he backed off and dashed off into the dusty darkness.

The next morning, I met the cat. He scampered around looking for a way to avoid my veiw, but I caught him. So, he stopped and gave in to my presence. He was a brown and black cat. He had nothing carried on him, as opposed to the chicken. He seemed to know what he was doing, contrary to the chicken... who seemed like he was obviously trying to be somewhere else all the time. The Cat sat there in the dark corner of the room, watching me. In the meantime, Keven walked up to me was I was just sitting down and crossing my leg to use the computer. He was holding the new iPod I got, and didn't seem very happy.

"Keven? Why do you have my iPod?" I asked, pressing the on button for my new crappy desktop PC.
"You came downstairs last night and put it on my chest while I was sleeping, you woke me up Akira." Keven responded.
"I never went downstairs last night." I said, contorting my face in a fixation of confusion.
"Yes you did, you came down, set it on my chest, then smashed it with your fists. I had to pick the glass out of your hand before you went back upstairs." He said, confidently.
"I don't remember any of this, Keven." I said. I didn't know what he was talking about, to be honest.

Keven seemed to be a bit upset about the ordeal, but I couldn't remember it. I'm guessing he dismissed it as a result of my trauma and let it be. The cat nuzzled my leg and drew my attention, and by chance, my brother's attention too. Keven smiled in a slightly disturbing way, like usual, when he sees a cat.

"Stray cat?" Keven asked me, pointing at the fur ball in the corner.
"Seems so."

Keven told me to put his daughter's toy downstairs. I felt dizzy right off the bat, and looked down at Cat. I wasn't sure if it was a god idea, he responded by shaking his head 'no'.

Later on the fifth night, my and my brother along with two of his friends, went to a movie called 'Urban Respite', a war movie taking place in Vietnam-like setting. The drive there was through the city passed the theater, because Urban Respite was actually large scale play, much like a war reenactment. I felt a bit out of sorts, going back into a location wherein gunfire was heard consistently for hours, due to my previous military career. But, alas, I pulled through, and so did our old beaten car as it drove us past the theater, passed all the Batman billboards and posters on the building walls, and out into the country where the grand play was being held.

The play was hosted in a large field that went on for miles, with several dips in altitude erratically located therein. There was camps set up in these inclines, and this is were viewers of the play were briefed on the situation, and given a role to participate. Keven and his two friend took the roles of machine-gunners. They were assigned a small hole to set up their dummy machine-gun in and shoot holographic targets coming towards them. I didn't have a role, so I simply followed them and listened to them talk about random things.

I eventually got bored and headed back to the nearest tent to listen to the instructor talk about things involving the story of the battle at hand. I nearly fell asleep sitting down at a table, until this one girl who had played the role of a nurse came in and started pestering the instructor. The nurse girl seemed frantic and out of sorts with her surroundings.
The nurse girl would approach slowly and stumble around, "I need help, help me I can't feel my body.'
"I don't know what you're talking about please stand back o I can get to you later." Said the instructor, assuming it was a part of the script.
"I can't see. I can't see-" The nurse girl aid as she stood up straight looking towards the instructor with a blank face.

She eventually started bleeding from the eyes, I observed in interest as her clothes began to fall off, showing that her entire body had been eaten away to the bone and that her head was the only thing left intact. Her soon body gave way and fell to the floor as runny purple jell oozed out of her bones. I then turned my head to the instructor, who seemed to be convulsing and struggling against something of the similar nature. Then, as the other viewers started the same, I bolted. Leaving a tent that would soon become a fleshy mess. I ran to my brother and told him and his friend to go home. I, being the ex-military sergeant, grabbed Keven's hand and took him to the car, as his friends dispersed by other means.

Upon returning home, I was clawed on the leg by Cat, as he surely wanted my attention and to take me away from the reception room into the basement stairwell.
"Get the clothes off, it's on you. It's only supposed to be in the basement." Cat said frantically.

I responded by quickly pulling off all of my clothing and then throwing it into the depths of the cavern floor, over the said of the glass catwalk. I went upstairs to tell my brother the same, he looked at me wondering why I was completely naked, but I just kept telling him and he eventually disposed of his clothes as well. He quickly went to his room to put on new and probably wash up as well. I myself remained unclothed due to the fact that I usually forgot.

Upon father's returning home, he was covered in the purple jell. I started panicking and helped him tear off his clothing and get him into the shower as fast as possible. He was unaware of the dangers, until I told him in the shower. But, I honestly didn't know what the dangers were myself, because all I knew is that it would make your flesh melt off. Which, is why I wanted to talk to the cat in private.

Upon leaving father to finish dressing up, I sealed off the reception room by the Cat's orders. I then followed Cat downstairs into the caverns below. He seemed quite agrovated by the situation, but contained it rather well to avoid being rude. Eventually, we were out of earshot, and I began asking questions.

"Cat, What is this purple jell stuff? Does it make people melt?" I asked.
"Most of the time, yes. Your dad was lucky though, he lives in this house," Cat responded. He stopped in front of a large statue of a man with a sword upon a horse, in the middle of the glass catwalk network, "See, the Jell only eats those who don't live here. Chicken and I are the result of what happens when the homeowners are taken by the gel. They're turned into one animal, no matter how many people lived here, it's always only one animal that is incarnated after the homeowners have been killed by the Jell."
Chicken cackled in with his baton, pointed it at Cat, and said, "This cat is an entire family put into one animal. It resembles their likeness as people. My family was a bunch of cowards, so they got me... a chicken."
The Chicken point the baton at me, "But you- I have no idea what you would be turned into. By all definitions, you're a monster."
"Which is why we can't let you be killed or captured by the Jell, your family is a giving, but you... you're a walking disaster." Said Cat.
I sighed, "I guess I understand why that'd be. "
Cat sat and looked at Chicken, "So, what are we to do?"
Chicken gave him an awkward look, as if he wasn't sure why Cat would ask him that, "I don't think there's anything we can do, really."
I set aside the importance of the situation and asked, "Wait, if you guys are two families incarnated into different animals based on who the families were, then- are those spiders I seen in the room over there anyone?"
The cat giggled hoarsely, "Yeah, those used to be squatters."
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Postby Inky Noodles » Mon Dec 26, 2011 11:42 am

That's some very kick ass art you have thar...
Transnapastain wrote:
Inky Noodles wrote:QUICK.

I WANNA ASK SOMEONE TO HOMECOMING.


whaddo I do?!


So I just met you
and this is crazy
but heres my number
homecoming maybe?

*not a valid offer.

~Trans, killing TET's since part 45.

San Leggera wrote:
Veceria wrote:People with big noses have big penises.
Even the females.

Especially the females. *nod*


Hurdegaryp wrote:
Belligerent Alcoholics wrote:Are you OK? :eyebrow:

It's a person called Inky Noodles in a thread that is not exactly known for its sanity in general. Do the math, beerguzzler.


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Postby Oclear » Mon Dec 26, 2011 10:22 pm

wow! i like your style! bravo! :clap:

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Postby Auremena » Wed Dec 28, 2011 11:39 pm

Don't take this the wrong way, but it's people like you (amazing) that made me abandon art cause you're so much better. Good work, I wish I was a thousandth as good as you.
NS's aviation and train sabelotodo.
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Killdash, Firsthome, Coffee Cakes, SSC, GCoCS, Snowy, Val, Aeqy, and Replevion are my bitches.
Foot worshipper: Lutvikkia. Dakky's mom, I had her with Nana.
The female Jim Morrison; not as talented, but just as attractive and self destructive. The one true heir to the throne of the Lizard King.
Some poetry I write sometimes
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Postby Lackadaisical2 » Thu Dec 29, 2011 5:47 am

Auremena wrote:Don't take this the wrong way, but it's people like you (amazing) that made me abandon art cause you're so much better. Good work, I wish I was a thousandth as good as you.

I felt that way once too, but you know what?

Fuck talented people, Imma draw because its fun. The fact that I quit drawing is probably the main reason I'm not as amazing as I ought to be.
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Postby Chrinthanium » Thu Dec 29, 2011 6:51 am

Zeth Rekia wrote:D!$CORD!$ - This Is North Philly! (This Is Halloween Parody)

Boys and girls of every age, would you like to see something strange?
Follow the colorful shoes and you will see, this our area of North Philly.

This is North Philly!
This is North Philly!
Gunshots heard in the dead of night!
This is North Philly!
Everyone avoid the murder scene!
Better lock up tight, or you're gonna get stabbed tonight!

This our area, everybody scream
In this area of North Philly

I am the axe-murderer hiding in your backseat,
Waiting for the darkness, so I can take my first swing.

I am the robber hiding in the alley,
Waiting to pounce so I can slash your belly.

This is North Philly!
This is North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!

In this town we call home, everyone hide when the sirens come.
In this area, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next block fire!

Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can.
Something's different, as he must have died.
Now you'll SCREAM!
This is North Philly!
Red and blue means we made a scene!
Aren't you scared? Well, that's just fine.

Do it once, do it twice, take a chance and learn the price!
Buy it on the street in the dead of night!
Everybody scream!
Everybody scream!
In our area of North Philly...

I am the boozer with the grumpy face.
Prostituting my daughter to buy more spirits at the Pub on Passyunk East.

I am the hoe that sits near the sewer drain.
Wind blowing through my hair and sending chills through my heroin brain.

I'm the creeper in the van that follows you at night,
Stalking you like a cat and filling you to the brim with fright.

This is North Philly!
This is North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!

Tender lumps of flesh everywhere.
It's no fun without a good beer.
It's our area and we sell more than weed.
In our area of North Philly.

In this area, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next block fire!

Skeleton Jackweed'll catch you with his Jackgang,
Make you scream like a bitch as he removes your skin.
This is North Philly.
Everybody scream!

Now, would you make way for a very special guy!
Jackweed Mac is king of the druggies.
Everyone hail to the Drug Lord now!
This is North Philly!
This is North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!
North Philly!

In this town we call home, everyone hide when the sirens come...

La, la, la, la
la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la, wheeeeee!!!



Ah... wonderful memories of my hometown..... HAIL THE ILADEL!
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Postby Mad hatters in jeans » Thu Dec 29, 2011 9:25 am

Lackadaisical2 wrote:
Auremena wrote:Don't take this the wrong way, but it's people like you (amazing) that made me abandon art cause you're so much better. Good work, I wish I was a thousandth as good as you.

I felt that way once too, but you know what?

Fuck talented people, Imma draw because its fun. The fact that I quit drawing is probably the main reason I'm not as amazing as I ought to be.

fight the powah!

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Postby Auremena » Thu Dec 29, 2011 4:57 pm

Lackadaisical2 wrote:
Auremena wrote:Don't take this the wrong way, but it's people like you (amazing) that made me abandon art cause you're so much better. Good work, I wish I was a thousandth as good as you.
I felt that way once too, but you know what?
Fuck talented people, Imma draw because its fun. The fact that I quit drawing is probably the main reason I'm not as amazing as I ought to be.
It's not fun when I'm not good.
NS's aviation and train sabelotodo.
Post-left anarchist and sad about it.
Killdash, Firsthome, Coffee Cakes, SSC, GCoCS, Snowy, Val, Aeqy, and Replevion are my bitches.
Foot worshipper: Lutvikkia. Dakky's mom, I had her with Nana.
The female Jim Morrison; not as talented, but just as attractive and self destructive. The one true heir to the throne of the Lizard King.
Some poetry I write sometimes
Tearing the MBTA a new one since 2014. The MTA too since 2016. Cover the world in trains 2030
COYS!

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Postby Tim-Opolis » Sat Dec 31, 2011 2:48 pm

These are awesome Zeth!
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Postby Zeth Rekia » Sat Dec 31, 2011 2:58 pm

Tim-Opolis wrote:These are awesome Zeth!

Thank you. *curtsies*

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Postby Erinkita » Thu Jan 05, 2012 7:22 pm

Oh God, I love these songs... especially the "This is Halloween" parody. After hearing so many horror stories about where you live, this makes it all so darkly humourous. :hug: You're amazing.
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DiSCORDIS - I Quit

Postby Zeth Rekia » Sun Jan 08, 2012 2:26 pm

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DiSCORDIS - "Spoken By The Rotten" (scrapped)

The whales upon Samsonite will sing tonight
The pretty anthem of the tortured and denied
Mommy's ovaries are calm and white
Golden fingers always shine bright
Why I love the Libra lamb statutory denial
of the turtle horses in the moon with the sun's love and smile...

Take my life and play tic-tac-toe with all the reasons
Twist it in and squeeze me while I'm turned around
The world is so wrong and so damn full of treason and you can keep it all~~~

A vampire with the stake dressed in Red
Kill the Cat's Cradle and masticate the tendons
Share no remorse for the candles in the opera's skull
Chipmunks en vogue await the tale
Why I love the Libra lamb statutory denial
of the symmetric cakes bathing in bile...

Body so split in pieces
We should all be like this...
Festering with maggots and dressed in misery

Take my life and play tic-tac-toe with all the reasons
Twist it in and squeeze me while I'm turned around
The world is so wrong and so damn full of treason and you can keep it all~~~

Ah oh oh uh uh uh uhh~~~
Ah oh oh uh uh uh uhh Ahaooaoh~~~

Sporting nothing but a clown wig and machetes
Spinning in circles screaming obscenities
Sugar-coded meth high of massive proportions
Sociopathic maniac in a slaughterhouse misfortune

Rotten!
We should all be like this... (festering with maggots and dressed in misery)
Rooting through the Aloe Vera of the tortured and denied ~~~

Rotten!
We should all be like this... (festering with maggots and dressed in misery)
Rooting through the Aloe Vera of the tortured and denied ~~~

Take my life and play tic-tac-toe with all the reasons
Twist it in and squeeze me while I'm turned around
The world is so wrong and so damn full of treason and I'm sick of it all~~~

Ah oh oh uh uh uh uhh~~~
Ah oh oh uh uh uh uhh Ahaooaoh~~~
Ah oh oh uh uh uh Ahaooaoh~ Ahaooaoh~
Ah oh oh uh uh uh Ahaooaohoooo~~~~~!
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Postby Zeth Rekia » Sat Jan 14, 2012 3:43 pm

It's been a while since I did an update on my crib, I'll probably be taking pics sometime.

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Postby New England and The Maritimes » Sat Jan 14, 2012 4:14 pm

Zeth Rekia wrote:It's been a while since I did an update on my crib, I'll probably be taking pics sometime.


Kewlerino! Do this for a living, you're worth it. You deserve more than being crushed under a salary.
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Postby Citizen Kane » Mon Jan 16, 2012 11:37 pm

New England and The Maritimes wrote:
Zeth Rekia wrote:It's been a while since I did an update on my crib, I'll probably be taking pics sometime.


Kewlerino! Do this for a living, you're worth it. You deserve more than being crushed under a salary.

I was hoping to be crushed under a steak.

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Postby North Calaveras » Tue Jan 17, 2012 12:32 am

i like the picture of you in your underwear :twisted:
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Postby New England and The Maritimes » Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:10 pm

Citizen Kane wrote:
New England and The Maritimes wrote:
Kewlerino! Do this for a living, you're worth it. You deserve more than being crushed under a salary.

I was hoping to be crushed under a steak.


That can be arranged.
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Postby Zeth Rekia » Wed Jan 18, 2012 10:33 pm

D!SCORDIS - Yellow Space Helicopter

What are we to do,
With a newcomer like you
A new cadet on this yellow space helicopter...
Things must feel so different
But I assure you, it's really quite prophylactic
The meteorites and spinning blades
Much enjoyment lies within this Escorsca Po'vovey

Well~~~

We can laugh and we can sing
We can rob and steal things
We can sneak disingenuous strings
Of data that nobody else can read!
There's no boundaries to behold
No police to be told by the vox populi
"Go fuck yourself and never Fuck wit' me!"

Oohhh~~~
We're all living in a yellow space heli
Space heli!
Space heli!
We're all living in a yellow space heli
Space heli!
Space heli!

Things are so much different
People seem a tad gifted and clean
Transubstantiated sentences of obscure beauty...
Nobody is being set on fire for the regime
Or committing mass murder for the pope and Queen
Without first blogging it on the chat in our yellow space mecha-thing!

Well~~~

We can hide all the bodies
We can burn all the writings
We can troll religious sites
and not be afraid a thing
There's no boundaries to behold
No more vampire Baptists need to say that,
"Lynching niggers is good for humanity!"

Oohhh~~~
We're all living in a yellow space heli
Space heli!
Space heli!
We're all living in a yellow space heli
Space heli!
Space heli!

[minute long clarinet solo]

And~~~

When you're feeling lonely
When you're really quite hopeless and deranged
When you're looking for a hand to grab and make you smile
Just log-on and come and see the room of butterflies upon the starry sea
The love, tranquility, and peace of the turtle horses in the moon
That's beyond the hell-fire of the chat in our yellow space Mecha-thing!

Oohhh~~~
We're all living in a yellow space heli
Space heli!
Space heli!
We're all living in a yellow space heli
Space heli!
Space heli!

Drifting upon a sea of technicolor sleep
Upon our Yellow Space Helicopter-thing
Watching everything burn and the devil sing

Ah oh oh uh uh uh uhh~~~
Ah oh oh uh uh uh uhh Ahaooaoh~~~
Ah oh oh uh uh uh Ahaooaoh~ Ahaooaoh~
Ah oh oh uh uh uh Ahaooaohoooo~~~~~!
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