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I promise to don my viking helmet and start wreaking more havoc as soon as I have sorted out the time consuming real life issues.
There's nothing I want more than to entertain and enrage you wonderful people with whatever spaggotry I may come up with.

Love&Kisses
WI

Good evening boys and girls!
I have started writing lyrics for the next Sermo III Album, and I wanted to exploit the talent of you wonderful people by letting you read drafts of my lyrics and critique them. Hope y'all don't mind.


First one:

Beaneath her whispered wings
The deceit, the lies, her secrets lie.
Above her, in an old oak tree
a cuckoo sings

In the bitter, cold wastelands
that is my mind, I fall to the ground
and weep, tears turning to ice on my face

I'm a broken mirror
shards of glass cuts into my soul
and I bleed out

Her screams echo in my skull
but they give me no pleasure
she prayed to a dead god
her face completely numb

Her smile, a smashed gateway
to the nameless horrors
that reside within her

My memories, hopes
and dreams fade into nothing
I hear her derisive laughter

And in my mind's eye
I freeze to death

( here is a demo of the actual song)

I thought this video deserved its own thread.

Bolognese Machiavelli

1.) Arrange to have garlic and onions cast into hot oil.
2.) The carrot and celery you must divide against themselves. Ground beef, too, shall turn upon the burner; crush any coherent resistance with a spoon of wood. Sautee until no hint of blood remains to stain your hands.
3.) Perhaps, in a dark place without witnesses, the tomato shall meet with the knife.
4.) The basil and parsley you may use without consequence. For long minutes, all shall be muddled and roil on the surface of the flame.
5.) If it is most advantageous, store cold for the proper day.

I just unearthed some really, really bad repressed memories from my childhood.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pv1WfG3bFO0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8GfFP_hjGI&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MO5oDScu4ps

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-fVSIclhy4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsIl3oszswc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVbQo3IOC_A

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4JwXOTt36w


AND WHEN I LOG INTO THIS SITE TO SHARE MY ANGST, WHAT DO MY BLOODSHOT EYES SEE? A USER NAMED KIMMY GIBBLER!
I am so happy I have taken sleeping pills today.

I just watched RoboGeisha for the third time.
Epic movie and all that.
BUT. The one thing that caught my eye when I rerewatched it was that the subtitles were done by HAGBARD CELINE

1. My First Hardcore Song by Juliet (8 years)

2.

From my local newspaper.
Translation:

Do you believe that the world will end in 2012?

Jasmin Horgen answers:
No, but I kind of hope it will.
Because then I can fight zombies.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=1ivTKRSURsQ#!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUrZi2XQKyU&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wg1NfoBxzHo&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Db0ztBIh8cU&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1KWB4Pi0oc&feature=related


Can Norway secede from belgium now?

Due to me living in the middle of nowhere, I have come into some trouble getting hold of lutefisk, and must ask (humbly I might add) to finish the video next week.

(AND NO THERE'S NO LUTEFISK SHORTAGE IN NORWAY!)

(If this should go in another sub forum, please move it, Oh Mighty Mods)


Part 1.


Once upon a time, I was born.
Born down Below. In the dark. For the first five years of my life I knew not what light was, and I learned to listen for food. That iron tasting fluid surging inside food was my shining beacon, and I grew able to hear it at great distance.
Raw flesh, the breakfast of Champions.

I had heard rumors about another world, a world of light.

I never paid much attention to these rumors, but I did wonder, every now and then, what this "Light" was. But it seemed to me like a whole lot of superstitious nonsense. The dark Below was the only thing we'd ever know, and I, for one, wouldn't want to have it any other way.

As you have probably guessed, there were others like me. But they were few and far between, and, quite frankly, they weren't like me that much at all. They hunted in flock. I hunted alone. They told tall tales about that other world. I liked the Below. I was one with the all-encompassing darkness. But most of all, I didn't need help in finding food. When food came close enough, my mind started throbbing like a particularly severe migraine.

It's funny, then, that I should be the one to find that place.
The place where the light takes us.
It frightened me, scarred me, birthed me anew, so to speak.

.And the world changed. It was ugly. Bright and ugly and distracting me from the ebb and tide of the blood.  I would soon find out that the blood is red in color.
I found myself exposed, with few places to hide.
For quite some time, I was like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. I did not know what to do, where to go, or even how to act.
I didn't have to act before. Now I had to hide in plain sight.

I wrote this in a very drunken state on December 31.

Once upon a time, I was born.
Born down Below. In the dark. For the first five years of my life I knew not what light was, and I learned to listen for food. That iron tasting fluid surging inside food was my shining beacon, and I grew able to hear it at great distance.
Raw flesh, the breakfast of Champions.

I did, however find light. And the world changed. It was ugly. Bright and ugly and distracting me from the ebb and tide of the blood I now knew was red.
I tried to adapt. Oh how I tried.

But fuck it.
I'm going back Below.

And I remembered it just now.


W. Iron,
In a horrible fucking mood.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScgFIKXKFkc&feature=share

SERIOUSLY?!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=UiV_WlTN-nw

Now go out and get one!

600g raw potatoes
200g boiled potatoes
1-2teaspoons salt
2dl Barley flour
3 table spoons wheat flour
1 ^1/2 litres of water, + two teaspoons salt for boiling.


Shred the potatoes, salt 'em and mix in the flour. The goo is thick enough when the spoon stands upright in it. Boil water.
Use spoons or yer hands to make small balls of the goo.
Put them in the water one by one, let the water boil again when they're all in, then let it simmer for 25 minutes.

Eat with bacon and syrup.

Will post mp3 if you want.

I just wanted to see what would garner more interest from people, so I'm asking it here (and elsewhere)

My first idea (the one I can't get to work properly), is a novel about paranoia, angst, depression and the effects of it. As a horror story, where the source of it all is supernatural beings intent on destroying the protagonist.

A second idea I have, after spending some time with neo nazis (I have reasons for that that doesn't involve me falling for that shit), I want to write a book about a group of Nazis trying to establish the fourth Reich by means of magic and cyber terrorism.

And the board dies.
What the cock?
Is it just because it's 40 minutes to midnight here in the Communist Paradise known affectionally as Fortress Europa?

I feel a very creative fart coming and I want to listen to Skrewdriver and Kill Baby Kill while farting.



Or Kill TGRR

Is this newly created song weird enough for ya?

Earl Grey Ho Day  Tea And Goose (Snoop Dogg cover)
(Also, apologies if this is in the wrong subforum)



^*Finally got around to fixing my misspelling of TGRR.

THIS IS SO FUCKING AWESOME!

http://listentothedeep.net/

I thought, why the hell not try to do my part to get this forum back to what it was way before I even heard of it.

So, I'm going to introduce you all to a dear friend of mine.

Lord Arthur Swindleton-Arglebargle III is an out-of-work nobleman with very little money and a tendency to wear monocles in public.
I first encountered him some years ago, when, for some reason, he was at a party I attended. I didn't notice him until the day afte, when he woke me up with his screams from behind the sofa I was sleeping on. He then proceded to jump out of an open window, running around in the garden shouting random numbers and letters in a high pitched voice. Needless to say, we became fast friends.


( I'm going to use this feller to write about stuff that happens, or just random stories that pop up in my head  )

and the rest of Norway.

http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/404098/december-12-2011/norway-s-butter-shortage?xrs=playershare_fb

Have been working on it for two years actually, on and off.
I just can't seem to get it right.
I have written sixteen drafts (ranging from 5 to 200 pages in Word), and I have scrapped all of them.
I still have the files somewhere, but I printed out every single page, and threw them in the garbage can by my desk. I missed with almost every piece of paper.

Now I'm stuck.

And I want to kill someone. Very badly. Preferably until they die from it. Twice.

/rant

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88edHftKumo&feature=youtu.be

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMhwsoMWO-E