I dedicate this song to.. (The gifts we members could give each other)

[Celestia]

I dedicate this to Teutone. I still listen to it from time to time!

[Mortimer]

Straightman and aherne

[Mortimer]

For the Germans: rothaer, Teutone, #Oda etc.

White Rock'n Roll ist unser Leben ... Landser wird es ewig geben

[lei.talk]

Happy birthday to me

[PlattitüdenPaule]

To Dick.

[Hektor12]

To Portakalslavic

Spoiler!

Ceza "reproach"

No one knows how much time there is for what and how much.
Even if you want it, there is no time for your death, the one who thinks he won't die.
What do you spend your life for?
Do you feel sorry for those left behind? I think the one who left is much worse.
Are the mistakes you had to make only profit you have?
When you look back, the damage you have done is will certainly explodes from somewhere
While waiting for your turn. Luck grows like a tumor in your brain.
Life is sometimes sweet like a courtship of a beauty.
Solve the riddles one by one, tired are a pair of eyes.
Whoever is sad, there is no work that is proper
Realize that you are the truth, let your wind always blow.
You are so tired like an arrow stuck inside
People who think they do your job better than you.
Of course exist, sometimes even you think you are the best.
The limits have already been drawn. You already believe it.
When you have to, you hug the snake even without falling into the sea.


These are the first words you wrote on the last page you bought.
You were like this notebook before, white and clean.
Now you feel like a draft, impossible to erase.
Many things and you have become just like this pen, day by day.
Every life will run out just like a pencil.
And what's left behind might be our name engraved on the wooden bench.
There was so much to tell, so much to share.
But it's all left with you. It's too late time passes.
The more you ran away from the truth, the more you realized it.
Your third eye opened and a storm broke out in your brain.
I was always in dark places, alone.
Now on the light but your fear is greater than the light.
I don't even remember why I started writing.
One day. paper, pen and me came together.
I have been writing since that day.
I wish today were that day. If only
Time could turn back, there would be no torment in the conscience.
This is the destiny, written like this.

[Mortimer]

To Anglo-Celtic

"If you dont like the American flag, you can kiss my country ass"

[Mortimer]

For PlatittüdenPaule He is a Cowboy

[Incal]

To GallOWD

[Kazimiera]

To Beowulf.......