Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica ergo, draco maledicte, ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus
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WE CAN GO AND RIDE ON MY BIG GREEN TRACTOR
WE CAN GO SLOW
OR WE CAN GO FASTER
DOWN TO THE WOODS
OR INTO THE PASTURE
AS LONG AS IM WITH YOU
IT REALLY DON'T MATTER
I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling
Then I feel my soul start leaving
Like an old man's hair receding
I'm pleading, please, oh please
On my knees repeatedly asking
Why it's got to be like this
Is this living free?
I don't wanna be the one be the one to have the sun's blood on my hands
I'll tell the moon
Take this weapon, forged in darkness
Some see a pen, I see harpoon
I'll stay awake
'Cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight
Why am I not scared in the morning?
I don't hear those voices calling
I must have kicked them out
I must have kicked them out
I swear I heard demons yelling
Those crazy words they were spelling
They told me I was gone
They told me I was gone
But I tell 'em
Why won't you let me go
Do I threaten all your plans?
I'm insignificant
Please tell 'em
You have no plans for me
I will set my soul on fire
What have I become, I'll tell 'em all
On the eve of a day that's forgotten and fake
As the trees, they await, and clouds anticipate
The start of a day when we put on our face
A mask that portrays that we don't need grace
On the eve of a day that is bigger than us
But we open our eyes, cause we're told that we must
And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead
Desperately yelling, there's something we need
I'm not free, I asked forgiveness three times
Same amount that I denied, I three-time MVP'd this crime
I'm afraid to tell you who I adore
Won't tell you who I'm singing towards
Metaphorically, I'm a whore, and that's denial number four
I'll stay awake
'Cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight oh oh oh
Why am I not scared in the morning?
I don't hear those voices calling
I must have kicked them out
I must have kicked them out
I swear I heard demons yelling
Those crazy words they were spelling
They told me I was gone
They told me I was gone
But I tell 'em
Why won't you let me go
Do I threaten all your plans?
I'm insignificant
Please tell 'em
You have no plans for me
I will set my soul on fire
What have I become?
I tell 'em
You have no plans for me
I will set my soul on fire
What have I become?
I tell 'em
I tell 'em
I tell 'em
I tell 'em
Please tell 'em
You have no plans for me
I will set my soul on fire
What have I become?
I'm sorry
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
Soiuz nerushimyj respublik svobodnykh
Splotila naveki Velikaia Rus.
Da zdravstvuet sozdannyj volej narodov
Edinyj, moguchij Sovetskij Soiuz!
Slavsia, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoe,
Druzhby, narodov nadezhnyj oplot!
Znamia sovetskoe, znamia narodnoe
Pust ot pobedy, k pobede vedet!
Сквозь грозы сияло нам солнце свободы,
И Ленин великий нам путь озарил.
Нас вырастил Сталин - на верность народу
На труд и на подвиги нас вдохновил.
Славься, Отечество чаше свободное,
Счастья народов надежный оплот!
Знамя советское, знамя народное
Пусть от победы к победе ведет!
Skvoz grozy siialo nam solntse svobody,
I Lenin velikij nam put ozaril.
Nas vyrastil Stalin - na vernost narodu
Na trud i na podvigi nas vdokhnovil.
Slavsia, Otechestvo chashe svobodnoe,
Schastia narodov nadezhnyj oplot!
Znamia sovetskoe, znamia narodnoe
Pust ot pobedy k pobede vedet!
Мы армию нашу растили в сраженьях,
Захватчиков подлых с дороги сметем!
Мы в битвах решаем судьбу поколений,
Мы к славе Отчизну свою поведем!
Славься, Отечество наше свободное,
Славы народов надежный оплот!
Знамя советское, знамя народное
Пусть от победы к победе ведет!
My armiiu nashu rastili v srazheniakh,
Zakhvatchikov podlykh s dorogi smetem!
My v bitvakh reshaem sudbu pokolenij,
My k slave Otchiznu svoiu povedem!
Slavsia, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoe,
Slavy narodov nadezhnyj oplot!
Znamia sovetskoe, znamia narodnoe
Pust ot pobedy k pobede vedet!
Hai, I'm a human being with no life whatsoever
Who does she think she is, that girl has tangled with
The wrong man! No one says no to Gaston
Heh heh. Darn right
Dismissed! Rejected, publicly humiliated
Why, it's more than I can bear
More beer
What for? Nothing helps, I'm disgraced
Who, you, never Gaston, you've got to pull yourself together
Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston
Looking so down in the dumps
Every guy here'd love to be you, Gaston
Even when taking your lumps
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
No one's slick as Gaston
No one's quick as Gaston
No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston
For there's no man in town half as manly
Perfect, a pure paragon
You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley
And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on
No one's been like Gaston
A king pin like Gaston
No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston
As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating
My, what a guy, that Gaston
Give five hurrahs
Give twelve hip-hips
Gaston is the best
And the rest is all drips
No one fights like Gaston
Douses lights like Gaston
In a wrestling match nobody bites like Gaston
For there's no one as burly and brawny
As you see I've got biceps to spare
Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny
That's right
And every last inch of me's covered with hair
No one hits like Gaston
Matches wits like Gaston
In a spitting match nobody spits like Gaston
I'm especially good at expectorating (Ptooey)
Ten points for Gaston!
When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs
Every morning to help me get large
And now that I'm grown I eat five dozen eggs
So I'm roughly the size of a barge
No one shoots like Gaston
Makes those beauts like Gaston
Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Gaston
I use antlers in all of my decorating
Say it again
Who's a man among men
And then say it once more
Who's the hero next door
Who's a super success
Don't you know? Can't you guess?
Ask his fans and his five hangers-on
There's just one guy in town who's got all of it down
And his name's G-A-S-T
G-a-s-t e
G-a-s-t-o, oh
Gaston
Je m'appelle Marinette
Une fille comme les autres
Mais quand le destin me choisit pour lutter contre les forces du mal
Je deviens miraculous ladybug!
Papillon noir, Paris mystère
C'est mon histoire, plutôt étrange
La magie noire, me désespère
Et le chât noir n'est pas un ange
Oh oh oh
Amour chassé-croisé
Oh oh oh
Mon coeur aime Adrien
Oh oh oh
Mais lui ne veut m'aimer que lorsque je deviens
Une ladybug, porte-bonheur
Lady magique et lady chance!
Une ladybug, lady du coeur
Être héroïque en cas d'urgence!
C'est moi chat noir, toujours présent
J'ai des pouvoirs superpuissants
Pour la victoire, j'en fais serment
Je me bagarre, éperdument
Oh oh oh
Amour chassé-croisé
Oh oh oh
J'ai peur d'aimer pour rien
Oh oh oh
Celle qui ne peut m'aimer quand elle vit son destin
Une ladybug, porte-bonheur
Lady magique et lady chance!
Une ladybug, lady du coeur
Être héroïque en cas d'urgence!
Une ladybug, porte-bonheur
Lady magique et lady chance!
Une ladybug, lady du coeur
Être héroïque en cas d'urgence!
Ladybug
Une ladybug, porte-bonheur
Lady magique et lady chance!
Une ladybug, lady du coeur
Être héroïque en cas d'urgence!
Ladybug
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
Someone pls save me, I'm dying and I have no life
Wish i could.
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Someone pls save me, I'm dying and I have no life
Same
Alright, just one? Ok, I might as well introduce myself, I am Ella NutElla The Ultimately Superior and I am very, very superior. Now everyone reading this, hug your cat. Cats are perfect. I'm kinda just writing stuff at this point, Krita is better than MediBang, dabbing is dead. No one actually voted for Trump, they just hated the Clintons. I'm confessing my sins today like a good Catholic.
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F E A R T H E F R E A K I N G C A R R O T S
"Caillou was sad that he had killed someone, but after telling his parents the truth he realized that he would get smiles and ice cream anyway because his parents are a bunch of ding-a-lings that don't know how to discipline a child"
Everyone should hold an Angora rabbit in their lifetime. They're the ultimate fluff and have epic booplesnoots. I like Vocaloid, think I'm cringey? Wanna fight me? BRING IT ON. At this point, I'm not sure what I'm talking about. Tomatoes, grapes, oranges, apples and a bunch of other fruits (And maybe vegetables) all make good touchscreen styluses. The sun is hotter than me. I hate mint.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-rfBsWmo0M Don't trust google translate, folks.
I may be an innocent 13-year-old, but just like all of you, I had a very cringey Musical.ly account once… SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS! EVEN THOUGH THE SOUND OF IT IS SOMETHING QUITE ATROCIOUS!
I'm getting bored at this point… Please don't judge people by their favorite salad dressing. Opossums are the greatest. There are only two people more superior than me. I never shipped Klance. Peanut butter is a mistake. You can't milk an almond. I wear modest clothing! No one will ever read this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bb58GaJNpsA -SHARDED BARF
I think I'll save rick-rolling for tomorrow.
WESTMORELAND
O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING HENRY V
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Eggs
OwO what's this?
OwO what's this?
You asking me?
OwO what's this?
You asking me?
Perhaps… Narnia?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ GUYS THIS VIDEO IS SO AMAZING