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Baron Michiel de Loquelier grumbles at the visage of british actor Dawn French, Grr he says in mixtrue of disgust and contempt This foul Dibleyin heresy is not acceptable the dirty crows did this with that building messy medieval?? and i will not stand for it, what a foolish man he must be tell him that he is most WRONG on this matter of scriptue does he know nothing of the ancien scrolls! P;lease contact Baron Mick de Lock to execute the Saraliyew family with a high powered weapon ?

Another head hangs lowly, Child is slowly taken, And the violence caused such silence, Who are we mistaking, But you see, it's not me, It's not my family, In your head in your head, They are fighting, With their tanks, and their bombs, And their bombs, and their guns, In your head, in your head, they are crying, Another mother's breaking heart is taken over, And the violence causes silence, We must be mistaken, It's the same old theme since 1916, In your head, in your head, They're still fighting, With their tanks, and their bombs, And their bombs, and their guns, In your head, in your head, they are dying. -Liam Sawyer

yeah well what can i say cruz youre a pretty crazy guy born in 1916

Dear Cruz, I wrote you but you still ain't calling, I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom, I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em, There probably was a problem at the post office or something, Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em, But anyways; f*ck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father, If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Milena, I read about your Uncle Ruben too, I'm sorry, I had a friend kill himself over some ***** who didn't want him, I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan, I even got the underground **** that you did with Romanen, I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man, I like the **** you did with Roggvir too, that **** was fat, Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, This is Soren. Dear Cruz, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance, I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans, If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert, You didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Altiak, That's my little brother man, he's only six years old, We waited in the blistering cold for you, Four hours and you just said, "No." That's pretty shitty man - you're like his ******* idol, He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do, I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to, Remember when we met in Petrus - you said if I'd write you, You would write back - see I'm just like you in a way, I never knew my father neither; He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her, I can relate to what you're saying in your songs, so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on, cause I don't really got **** else so that **** helps when I'm depressed, I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest, Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds, It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me, See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it, My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7, But she don't know you like I know you Cruz, no one does, She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up, You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose, Sincerely yours, Soren -- P.S. We should be together too.

The Hasidic Jew's vision of the Orenian west is one of a rugged, mournful land, where kings and outlaws alike carry bibles over their hearts, and where sometimes, the good book even stops an arrow. **** You Roy is poised as the next chapter in Aharoni's darkling fairy tale, the fourth in an ongoing series of mostly-covers albums on which he gives material by some of today's most talented (or alternately, best-selling) artists his own aged slant. Now, time was, Adam Aharoni covering a song like Serio's "Dog Like Darfey" was a clever novelty made impressive by his ability to infuse these modern-day rockers with overwhelming emotion. Aharoni's renditions of songs like Eric Pickle's "Oren" and Law Terra's "Queen in the North" weren't so surprising, but far more powerful, as the spirit of those songs was so close to his own. The simple truth, of course, is that Aharoni's talent is such that he can elevate nearly any song to which he turns his ear. But on this, his fourth go-round on the same theme, it hardly seems necessary anymore; the songs of this record are taken from the most disparate ends of the musical spectrum, to no apparent end but show that he can do it. And the weaknesses of the covers wouldn't be half as apparent if they weren't thrown into such stark contrast with an original that could stand proudly alongside "Pernilla Haag". The Aharoni-penned "**** You Roy" is an epic tale of apocalypse, interpreting regicide with uplifting exuberance, with lyrics such as 'you curryeating ****'. Restraint, resignation, and a hope of peace pervade the prophetic imagery. Truly, the subdued fury and beauty of this track reduces everything that follows. The immediate question posed is: if this man can still write and perform works of this caliber, why is he resorting to the words and music of others? Ideally, the covers should speak this answer for themselves. Unfortunately, Aharoni fails to give them voice to do so, and as such, they remain unfortunately silent.

((Please do not impersonate me, Kevin Pondt.)) From beyond the grave, Lothar cringes quite disgustedly. As an individual, he had no real goals other than to destroy arbitrariness in the Empire, and in fact took part in none of these plots. He wonders if the author of this pamphlet is getting certain characters at the Chivay's court, such as Edmond de Savoie, confused with him. Furthermore he always recalls Vasili Petrovic's name being made up of two separate words, not some bizarre amalgamation of his given and family name. He also wonders why House de Savoie are the weaklings when in fact House Basileus attempted to destroy them as an entity and failed miserably, being driven out of the Empire as a result of their hubris. To him that displays strength, not weakness...

((Viros, the official name of the entity under Godfrey was the Holy Oren Empire and all records will confirm this. We're not going to change these historical aspects now just because you believe it's grammatically incorrect, even if it is. Please do not presume to have the authority to 'correct' these 'mistakes'.))

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGLteEaPTgw

((its funny cause fords black))