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Echoing the sound, Non-Esoteric Andalltha related stuff, Pardon my French (FR posts)

Je voudrais vendre ma voiture

Une demi-heure de fous rires incoercibles. Moi qui me plaignais de Chrome et des publicités sur YouTube

François Hollande il y a 10 mois
Wtf
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Dimitri Slegers il y a 3 semaines
get this the fuck away, i cant stand it anymore!!
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RetroCry il y a 1 mois
Le type qui a réussi a se faire du fric en faisant ce truc est un génie :O
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EddyMp il y a 1 mois
Il ne fonctionne pas ce site.Les critères de recherches vous force à taper un nombre de kilométrage précis ainsi qu’une années de fabrication precise or moi je recherches une voiture fabriquee apres 2005 et < 100000 km pas moyen
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mozes mozesz il y a 2 mois
vous n’avez vraiment rien de mieux à faire que les gens me baiser vous publicité stroent
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spartianj il y a 3 mois
J’AI CETTE CHANSON DE MERDE DANS MA TÊTE TOUS LES JOURS!
Et j’ai même pas de voiture!
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balbe il y a 6 mois
Je suis rarement impoli, mais putain ta gueule connasse!
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Echoing the sound, Non-Esoteric Andalltha related stuff, Pardon my French (FR posts), Stories

Il dit Dieu, Jéhovah ou Allah ou Vishnou

Desireless – John (extended version)

Il dit Dieu, Jéhovah ou Allah ou Vishnou
Il dit Dieu, Jéhovah ou Allah ou Vishnou

John est mort en plein vol
Au large d’Hanoï
Ou de Madrid
John est mort dans les flammes
Au Sud de Bagdad
À Port-Saïd

Il est indien, sibérien, géorgien
Il dit Dieu ou Allah
Il dit Brahma
Il dit Jéhovah

Y a sur son drapeau
Des étoiles, des couronnes
Y a des faucilles, des marteaux
Qu’importe

John est mort en plein vol
Au large d’Hanoï
Ou de Madrid
John est mort dans les flammes
Au Sud de Bagdad
À Port-Saïd

Il dit Liebe, il dit love ou amour
C’était il y a mille ans
C’est maintenant
Et c’est pour toujours

Il habite une ferme
Dans le Loir-et-Cher
Une tente au bord du désert
Qu’importe

John est mort en plein vol
Au large d’Hanoï
Ou de Berlin
John est mort dans les flammes
Au Sud de Bagdad
Ou à Pékin

Il dit Dieu, Jéhovah ou Allah ou Vishnou
Il dit Dieu, Jéhovah ou Allah ou Vishnou

Il dit Dieu, Jéhovah ou Allah

John est mort en plein vol
Au large d’Hanoï
Ou de Madrid
John est mort dans les flammes
Au Sud de Bagdad
À Port-Saïd

Il dit Dieu, Jéhovah ou Allah ou Vishnou
Il dit Dieu, Jéhovah ou Allah ou Vishnou

Il dit Dieu, Jéhovah ou Allah

John est mort en plein vol
Un matin d’automne
Près du Mékong
John est mort dans les airs
Au Nord des rizières
Près d’Haïphong

John est mort en plein vol
Au large d’Hanoï
Ou de Madrid
John est mort dans les flammes
Au Sud de Bagdad
À Port-Saïd

Il dit Dieu, Jéhovah ou Allah ou Vishnou
Il dit Dieu, Jéhovah ou Allah ou Vishnou

John est mort en plein vol
Un matin d’automne
Près du Mékong
John est mort dans les airs
Au Nord des rizières
Près d’Haïphong

John est mort en plein vol
Au large d’Hanoï
Ou de Madrid
John est mort dans les flammes
Au Sud de Bagdad
À Port-Saïd

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Echoing the sound, My tailor is rich (EN posts), Non-Esoteric Andalltha related stuff, Stories, Thoughts

«Why?» by Bob Flanagan

Because it feels good;
because it gives me an erection;
because it makes me come;
because I’m sick;
because there was so much sickness;
because I say fuck the sickness;
because I like the attention;
because I was alone alot;
because I was different;
because kids beat me up on the way to school;
because I was humiliated by nuns;
because of Christ and the crucifixion;
because of Porky Pig in bondage, force-fed by some sinister creep in a black cape;
because of stories of children hung by their wrists, burned on the stove, scalded in tubs;
because of Mutiny on the Bounty;
because of cowboys and Indians;
because of Houdini;
because of my cousin Cliff;
because of the forts we built and the things we did inside them;
because of my genes;
because of my parents;
because of doctors and nurses;
because they tied me to the crib so I wouldn’t hurt myself;
because I had time to think;
because I had time to hold my penis;
because I had awful stomach aches and holding my penis made it feel better;
because I’m a Catholic;
because I still love Lent, and I still love my penis, and in spite of it all I have no guilt;
because my parents said be what you want to be, and this is what I want to be;
because I’m nothing but a big baby and I want to stay that way, and I want a mommy forever, even a mean one, especially a mean one;
because of all the fairy tale witches and the wicked step mother, and the step sisters, and how sexy Cinderella was, smudged with soot, doomed to a life of servitude;
because of Hansel, locked in a witch’s cage until he was fat enough to eat;
because of “O” and how desperately I wanted to be her;
because of my dreams;
because of the games we played;
because I have an active imagination;
because my mother bought me tinker toys;
because hardware stores give me hard-ons;
because of hammers, nails, clothespins, wood, padlocks, pullies, eyebolts, thumbtacks, staple-guns, sewing needles, wooden spoons, fishing tackle, chains, metal rulers, rubber tubing, spatulas, rope, twine, C-clamps, S-hooks, razor blades, scissors, tweezers, knives, push pins, two-by-fours, ping-pong tables, alligator clips, duct tape, broom sticks, bar-b-que skewers, bungie cords, saw horses, soldering irons;
because of tool sheds;
because of garages;
because of basements;
because of dungeons;
because of The Pit and The Pendulum;
because of the Inquisition;
because of the rack;
because of the cross;
because of the Addams Family playroom;
because of Morticia Addams and her black dress with its octopus legs;
because of motherhood;
because of Amazons;
because of the Goddess;
because of the Moon;
because it’s in my nature;
because it’s against nature;
because it’s nasty;
because it’s fun;
because it flies in the face of all that’s normal, whatever that is;
because I’m not normal;
because I used to think that I was part of some vast experiment and that there was this implant in my penis that made me do these things and allowed them, whoever they were, to monitor my activities;
because I had to take my clothes off and lie inside this giant plastic bag so the doctors could collect my sweat;
because once upon a time I had such a high fever my parents had to strip me naked and wrap me in sheets to stop the convulsions;
because my parents loved me even more when I was suffering;
because I was born into a world of suffering;
because surrender is sweet;
because I’m attracted to it;
because I’m addicted to it;
because endorphins in the brain are like a natural kind of heroin;
because I learned to take my medicine;
because I was a big boy for taking it;
because I can take it like a man;
because, as someone once said, he’s got more balls than I do;
because it is an act of courage;
because it does take guts;
because I’m proud of it;
because I can’t climb mountains;
because I’m terrible at sports;
because no pain, no gain;
because spare the rod and spoil the child;

BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS HURT THE ONE YOU LOVE.

Copyright 1985 Bob Flanagan

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