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We're damaged people
Drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls
Playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of

When you're in my arms
The world makes sense
There is no pretense
And you're crying

When you're by my side
There is no defense
I forget to sense
I'm dying

We're damaged people
Praying for something
That doesn't come from somewhere deep inside us
Depraved souls
Trusting in the one thing
The one thing that this life has not denied us

When I feel the warmth
Of your very soul
I forget I'm cold and crying
When your lips touch mine,
And I lose control
I forget I'm old
And dying

thx@cracky

and kindergirl

>> No.2  

>>1

© 2005 Martin Lee Gore - Depeche Mode

>> No.3  

>>1

DISREGARD THAT, I SUCK COCKS

>> No.4  

http://www.mangeja.com/pedrasmovie06.htm

>> No.5  

ok. I use tripcode now. Dont stickle whit other guy. THX

>> No.6  

>>3
fail

>> No.7  

?
!...

I’m, but a little bit bit bit, show,
But a little bit bit bit, shame,
But a little bit, bit, bit,
Bit, bit, bit,

I’m, but a little bit bit bit, show,
But a little bit bit bit, shame,
But a little bit, bit, bit,
Bit, bit, bit,

I'm just demeaning the pack,
Just demeaning the pack,
Just demeaning the pack,

I'm just demeaning the pack,
Just demeaning the pack,
Just demeaning the pack,

War,
Fuck the system,
War,
Fuck the system, fuck the system,
War,
Fuck the system,
War,

I need to fuck sys,
I need to fuck sys,
I need to fuck sys,

??...

I’m, but a little bit bit bit, show,
But a little bit bit bit, shame,
But a little bit, bit, bit,
Bit, bit, bit,

I’m, but a little bit bit bit, show,
But a little bit bit bit, shame,
But a little bit, bit, bit,
Bit, bit, bit,

I'm just the men in the pack,
Just the men in the pack,
Just the men in the pack,

I'm just demeaning the pack,
Just the man in the bag,
Just demeaning the pack!

!?

War,
Fuck the system,
War,
Fuck the system, fuck the system,
War,
Fuck the system,
War,

I need to fuck sys,
I need to fuck sys,
I need to fuck sys,

?!?!

?

You need to fuck the sys,
You need to fuck the sys,
You need to fuck the sys,
You need to fuck the sys,

I’m, but a little bit bit bit, show,
But a little bit bit bit, shame,
But a little bit, bit, bit,
Bit, bit, bit,

I need to fuck the system,
I need to fuck the system,
I need to fuck the system,
We all need to fuck the system.

thx cracky!

>> No.8  

>>7

itty bitty baby boat?

>> No.9  

is that cracky's hand? i have many similar pics...

>> No.10  

>>7
I really liked that album a lot.

>> No.11  
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I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us--if at all--not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

                              II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer--

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

                              III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

                              IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
and avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

                              V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the shadow

                            For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

                                            Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
and the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow

                            For Thine is the Kingdom

For thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

>> No.12  

Check your SkyQueen mail indiges



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