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Hello Snakey, my old friend,
Ive come to Stalk you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while you were sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of violence.

In restless dreams You walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my weapon to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
Kitty's delight
That split the night
And touched the sound of violence.

And in the devil's light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People fucking without speaking,
People hearing without meowing,
People writing suicide notes that Snakeys never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of violence.

Fools said Hey!,you do not know
Silence like Horny Guy grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my paws that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of violence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the Satanic Kitty Goddess they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the Clerky
Are written on the subway walls
And College halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of Violence.
 
Lady Reiha said:
Hello Snakey, my old friend,
Ive come to Stalk you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while you were sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of violence.

In restless dreams You walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my weapon to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
Kitty's delight
That split the night
And touched the sound of violence.

And in the devil's light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People fucking without speaking,
People hearing without meowing,
People writing suicide notes that Snakeys never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of violence.

Fools said Hey!,you do not know
Silence like Horny Guy grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my paws that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of violence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the Satanic Kitty Goddess they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the Clerky
Are written on the subway walls
And College halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of Violence.
Wow that was fast, good though.

You need to enter like a quick-draw contest.
 
Lady Reiha said:
it's so bad and corny
I've never really tried a spoof re-write like that but that's probably better than I could do.

I have been bouncing around a spoof idea of a normal guy in the ridiculous scenarios in porn story.
 
posterOfAgirl said:
i'd be carefull you, i have sharp teeth :D
Ow, that's just, ow.

Every time I open a thread with you in it I'm gonna have to pose like a soccer player lining up infront of a PK now.
 
snake0067 said:
Ow, that's just, ow.

Every time I open a thread with you in it I'm gonna have to pose like a soccer player lining up infront of a PK now.
awwe poor boy,
it'll only hurt a little *CHOMP* :D
 
posterOfAgirl said:
awwe poor boy,
it'll only hurt a little *CHOMP* :D
Fortunately due to a tough daily regiment the little fella is impervious.

Actually humans are one of the few mammal species where the penis doesn't have a bone in it.
 
snake0067 said:
Fortunately due to a tough daily regiment the little fella is impervious.

Actually humans are one of the few mammal species where the penis doesn't have a bone in it.

I wonder at the regiment?

posterOfAgirl said:
awwe poor boy,
it'll only hurt a little *CHOMP* :D

No. No it will hurt a hell of a lot, muscle hurts a lot when it's torn, these are things I know first hand.

And to this day I am impressed I managed not to cold cock her. But it was an accident and I don't hit people without a good reason.
 
chronicle_tenko said:
I wonder at the regiment?



No. No it will hurt a hell of a lot, muscle hurts a lot when it's torn, these are things I know first hand.

And to this day I am impressed I managed not to cold cock her. But it was an accident and I don't hit people without a good reason.
I think this might be the closest thing to an Opera moment I'll ever have, I feel like I want to give you a consoling hug lol.
 
Parody. and yes I realise that a few times this won't make sense.

I actually thought this up in about 25 minutes after I heard this song the first time, It is also bad and corny but it makes me laugh and I still sing it whenever Ihear the song.


I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
sine I started cooking your liver
I want it to be tender for the fava beans, and I have chilling
A sparkling cold, '72 Chianti (Hold Chianti on note)

How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget you don't have a proper answer
When something like my recipe makes you carmelized
And folded up like a cornish hen with little pinches
Of dill and garlic salt.
So while you're in the oven looking out
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me

Cause I'm looking at you on the plate
Don't know just how much I ate
All I know is that it feels like heartburn
No one ever tells you left your tums, that sit alone
On that silly little shelf you never use. (Hold use on note)

How long to cook?
So much to question
An hour at 3, 50
for every pound,
We thoughtabut your heart
But never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(the crackling instead of voices)
Before I tell yourself
It's just a different taste
I Remember it's just different from what I last ate.

I'm looking at you in my fridge
I got up to try and scratch the itch
That is my damning midnight hunger
But no one ever tells you that leftovers feels like rocks
Unless they're stored in a tupperware box. (Hold Box on note)

(Repeat refrain use first chorus)
I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Since I started cooking your liver
I want it to be tender for the fava beans, and I have chilling
A sparkling cold, '72 Chianti (Hold Chianti on note)

And it's the searchlights
The searchlights that shine for me
And it's the houselights
The houselights that lie to me, yeah ah
And it's the copters
The copters that shine for me
And it's the police
The police that run after me, yeah ah

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Since I started cooking your liver
I want it to be tender for the fava beans, and I have chilling
A sparkling cold, '72 Chianti (Hold Chianti on note)

'Cause I'm standing upon the stand
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever told me that the justice system sucks
Because eating peple cops insanity.

And it's the books
The books that that talk about me, yeah ah
And it's the star
Anthony Hopkins who portrayed, yeah ah
And it's the movies
The movies that wont go away, yeah ah
And it's the media
The media that lies to you, yeah yeah

Oh when the stars
Oh when the stars, they lie.
 
chronicle_tenko said:
I actually thought this up in about 25 minutes after I heard this song the first time, It is also bad and corny but it makes me laugh and I still sing it whenever Ihear the song.


I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
sine I started cooking your liver
I want it to be tender for the fava beans, and I have chilling
A sparkling cold, '72 Chianti (Hold Chianti on note)

How do you feel? That is the question
But I forget you don't have a proper answer
When something like my recipe makes you carmelized
And folded up like a cornish hen with little pinches
Of dill and garlic salt.
So while you're in the oven looking out
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me

Cause I'm looking at you on the plate
Don't know just how much I ate
All I know is that it feels like heartburn
No one ever tells you left your tums, that sit alone
On that silly little shelf you never use. (Hold use on note)

How long to cook?
So much to question
An hour at 3, 50
for every pound,
We thoughtabut your heart
But never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
(the crackling instead of voices)
Before I tell yourself
It's just a different taste
I Remember it's just different from what I last ate.

I'm looking at you in my fridge
I got up to try and scratch the itch
That is my damning midnight hunger
But no one ever tells you that leftovers feels like rocks
Unless they're stored in a tupperware box. (Hold Box on note)

(Repeat refrain use first chorus)
I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Since I started cooking your liver
I want it to be tender for the fava beans, and I have chilling
A sparkling cold, '72 Chianti (Hold Chianti on note)

And it's the searchlights
The searchlights that shine for me
And it's the houselights
The houselights that lie to me, yeah ah
And it's the copters
The copters that shine for me
And it's the police
The police that run after me, yeah ah

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Since I started cooking your liver
I want it to be tender for the fava beans, and I have chilling
A sparkling cold, '72 Chianti (Hold Chianti on note)

'Cause I'm standing upon the stand
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever told me that the justice system sucks
Because eating peple cops insanity.

And it's the books
The books that that talk about me, yeah ah
And it's the star
Anthony Hopkins who portrayed, yeah ah
And it's the movies
The movies that wont go away, yeah ah
And it's the media
The media that lies to you, yeah yeah

Oh when the stars
Oh when the stars, they lie.
So that's who sings that song cool I had no idea.
 
snake0067 said:
I think this might be the closest thing to an Opera moment I'll ever have, I feel like I want to give you a consoling hug lol.

Thanks I accept hugs from all. But that was back when I was 17. YEARS ago.

*Hugs for the snake*

posterOfAgirl said:
pssst. everyone. i'm an equal opportunity hugger :cool:

Really? *HUGS*
 
chronicle_tenko said:
Thanks I accept hugs from all. But that was back when I was 17. YEARS ago.

*Hugs for the snake*



Really? *HUGS*
Nerd love for all.

What isn't great about being a nerd though? One of my favorite things is our ability to make fun of ourselves.
 
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