Najoua Belyzel... - by Vincent_21
PigLick on 12/6/2006 at 07:41
haha onionbobs post just made me genuinely chuckle, out loud!
gold son gold
Para?noid on 12/6/2006 at 10:50
Quote Posted by Vincent_21
And she's french... from France!... this country isnt like any other. First of all, feminine beauty there achieves heavenly standards. There's not place for that brutal voluptuosity, seen in the hip hop scene nowadays. There, we can admire an elegance that parcially extinguishes desire, in order to leave an heart palpitating with immaculated love..... there, we can surrender our soul to a being, and the prims of our illusions wont be broken at our feet. Fountain of faces with candid smiles, innocent eyes.... an Eden to lovers...
Have you actually met any French women recently? You sound like something out of a serial rapist's fan website on fucking Vanessa Paradis or some shit
Vincent_21 on 12/6/2006 at 12:45
Those women were born under special circunstances. I am aware of an heritage of tears, a curse left by their ancestors.... who proudly wrecked in the sea of violent aspirations, wishing to be crowned with flowers, instead of those faditical spines... feeling the disgrace of their birth, when Providence left them abandoned to taste their calix of pain...
...those women, when fortunate, sang elegies at the moonlight, asking for patience in sorrow. And hope for the future.... when disgraced, they rested near the tomb of the man who stole their first tears, their very first passional affection.... an heart usurped so many times, are they were too unaware of the consequences...
...an education where emotion took a vibrant part, lefting their spirit able to dominate the language of love, without the restrains imposed by an hollow society. Their ignorance, compensated with the eloquence of a grandious bound, was far more persuasive that any product of illustration...
..qualities that time left latent, but there... awaiting to be ressurected, fighting their way out of the sepulture of forgotten memories, were they lyed, moribund but alive...... the echo of a true lover's voice, resonating in the interior of their grave, shall open the stone which sealed the only reason to live......
TF on 12/6/2006 at 13:28
i think you need to put down the 19th century french novel bong
Vincent_21 on 12/6/2006 at 18:40
Is this a manifestation of a noble character, at least with enough amount of of self-esteem and honour who, after realizing the deplorable condition that since always defined his behavioral attitude, feels the dagger of rage penetrating his chest?....
...were my raptures enough for you to experience a veil down your eyes, for moments, which reflected the joy youll never have?... alienating exposition to this reality erased your hability to conceive chimeras and, therefore, understanding the current state of human impulses?...
...or are you only injured because u can feel absolute hapiness, plein satisfaction of your most exigent desires, an heaven on earth where i would see complete disgrace?... where i would curve myself, like the stalk of a dried rose?...
...u do raise your face when Othello felt dementia, dont u?.... u, absorving events without deludes, even without inflicted mercy from above, resort to tears at the feet of your beloved Desdemona, dont u?... knowing that his deceive is your crude, inevitable certain....
A corpse isnt a less significant recordation than any living person. So the analogy, which seems to fit at a specific instance, can be, even by the most unapt thinker, applied using a less restricit system....
Shevers on 12/6/2006 at 18:55
I love the fact that you read Shakespeare more than I thought it was possible to love anything :thumb:
Matthew on 12/6/2006 at 19:07
I love the fact that he's asking questions of someone who can't hear him any more.
EDIT: yeah, I know Bob probably hasn't actually hit the Big Red Button.
SD on 12/6/2006 at 20:37
Quote Posted by Vincent_21
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Surely by now this qualifies as trolling. It's way more tiresome than buglunch ever was.
