BANGERANG

FUCK YOU ALL

First Off 3 things about me

I have no heart

I have no soul

I do not and will not care















 
I

Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II

Hear the mellow wedding bells -
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! -how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III

Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now -now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
Of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!

IV

Hear the tolling of the bells -
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people -ah, the people -
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone -
They are neither man nor woman -
They are neither brute nor human -
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells,
Of the bells -
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.





12 REASONS TO FUCK A DANCER

1. We know all the positions.
2. We have perfect technique,good rhythm,and great hip rotation.
3. We're used to having bruises on our knees.
4. We're used to performing in minimal amounts of clothing.
5. We're perfectionists: we keep going until we hit it.
6. After a short intermission, we're ready to go at it again.
7. We don't mind getting hot and sweaty.
8. We are used to performing in front of large audiences.
9.Our moves are perfectly choreographed.
10. We do it in front of mirrors.
11.We can perform multiple times a day.
12.One word..FLEXIBILITY !!



Little miss muffet sat on a tuffet smoking a joint in the dark
Then along came a spider and sat down beside her saying "YOUR BUSTED BITCH IM A NARK"


Peace, pot, tequila shot,
women love me stoned or not.
Sex,drugs, rock & roll,
speed, weed, birth control.
Lifes a bitch, then you die,
fuck the world lets get high.
We are stonerz we have class,
Fuck with us we’ll kick your ass.
So to all your preps who think your cool,
SUCK A DICK stonerz rule.



Roll, roll, roll, your joint,
twist it at the ends.
Light it up, take a puff,
pass it to a friend.



Roll roll roll a joint
Pass it down the line,
Take a toke
Breathe the smoke
it'll blow your fuckin' mind.




Weed is a plant
That grows in the ground,
If God didn't want it
It wouldn't be found.
So all of you pussies
That don't get high,
SHUT THE FUCK UP,
and give it a try!!!!!!!!!!




This is my blunt,
This is my bowl,
I love smoking joints,
Cuz i know how to roll.
Roses are red,
And my bud is green
I love getting high
If you know what i mean.
I was just there,
But now I am not,
Cuz i went away,
To go smoke some pot.
I wrote all this down
To prove one little point
Life's just a bitch,
When you don't got a joint!



Stonerz live, and stonerz die,
but in the end we all get high.
So if at first you don’t succeed,
fuck the world and smoke some weed



Lifes a bitch
and then you die
so fuck the world
and lets get HIGH!!!
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Im a stoner
proud and true
i grow my weed
and smoke it too.
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so all you preps
that think your cool
FUCK YOURSELVES!!!
cuz stoners rule!!