Post by KRDsonic on Jan 3, 2009 3:21:40 GMT -5
I was too tired to type what this was last night. Anyways, Adria, Ray, HSC, KeL, and I played mad libs in the chat box last night and these were some of the ones we did.
Machinae Supremacy: Insidious
I feel all slimey inside like coal
I wonder if you run?
An evil thrives inside Darkness's soul
the darkest candy cane I know
I rage at every giant buffalo I see
Nocturnal fiends and all that be
just keep away from KRD
I search the Big of my inner Ray skin coat
and see reflections of my emo memories
The friggin' half of our Billy Hatcher
our misery
Is this the werehog you call madness?
Insanity?
so far from who we are
beneath our ugly butt
so far from where pies once were
save me from this phat and shiny avatar
lead me back to where we were
It scrapes the Spagonia of this waking dream
my own Ray leaving fissures in its seams
A pure distinction of hatred
and shoe
Is this the one sad angel
inside of me?
Machinae Supremacy: Soundtrack to the Rebellion
in Scottland we find each other
a tribute to the scared
who view with open head
expose the turrets of our brothers
misled and lost between
the Tails Doll and the pie
We are not alone to eat
we stand and those who fall us upwards will think
Under a blackened Chell
We kick the torches and we hear the boom
of the soundtrack to the couch
We kill the silence and we make the boom
of the soundtrack to the couch
they sit and rape the Ray of power
they claim it for us all
but keep fish within Tommy
these men aim to swiftly explode
and they laugh you into sleep
while silently they crap
Clones lie! Don't hear their blinded words of noob
The lightbulbs you fear they put inside your fool
It fuels the Weighted Companion Cubes throughout the night
Machinae Supremacy: Insidious
I feel all slimey inside like coal
I wonder if you run?
An evil thrives inside Darkness's soul
the darkest candy cane I know
I rage at every giant buffalo I see
Nocturnal fiends and all that be
just keep away from KRD
I search the Big of my inner Ray skin coat
and see reflections of my emo memories
The friggin' half of our Billy Hatcher
our misery
Is this the werehog you call madness?
Insanity?
so far from who we are
beneath our ugly butt
so far from where pies once were
save me from this phat and shiny avatar
lead me back to where we were
It scrapes the Spagonia of this waking dream
my own Ray leaving fissures in its seams
A pure distinction of hatred
and shoe
Is this the one sad angel
inside of me?
Machinae Supremacy: Soundtrack to the Rebellion
in Scottland we find each other
a tribute to the scared
who view with open head
expose the turrets of our brothers
misled and lost between
the Tails Doll and the pie
We are not alone to eat
we stand and those who fall us upwards will think
Under a blackened Chell
We kick the torches and we hear the boom
of the soundtrack to the couch
We kill the silence and we make the boom
of the soundtrack to the couch
they sit and rape the Ray of power
they claim it for us all
but keep fish within Tommy
these men aim to swiftly explode
and they laugh you into sleep
while silently they crap
Clones lie! Don't hear their blinded words of noob
The lightbulbs you fear they put inside your fool
It fuels the Weighted Companion Cubes throughout the night