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Post by Julian on Dec 8, 2019 11:09:18 GMT 1
 EPISODE 6 Attention competitors, please make your way to the main stage!Hello uglies! Here is your challenge for the week:  The person who will assign the sins is the current last place in the DoB ranking, which is Slasher Sasha. Use this opportunity wisely to try and and rise back up in the competition (no pressure x). These are the sins to assign: Lust Gluttony Greed Sloth Wrath Envy Pride Good luck, uglies. Don't die trying! |
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Post by Daniel on Dec 10, 2019 19:45:37 GMT 1
 WEEK 6
TICKETS TO HELL
Lust
Deepthroat
CupcakKe
(1:38+)
I selected CupcakKe's "Deepthroat" because all that gets to my mind while listening to it is SIN. CupcakKe is all about sexual liberation and making it a normal topic. But especially from a religious perspective, her songs are making full use of the sin of lust. The way CupcakKe sings and raps completely makes her sound like she's a possessed bitch. Besides the DISGUSTING lyrics and Music Video to go along, the song is an absolute slap of a song that I can very much relate to. After the judges have asked me to "give more" and be less safe, I have decided to go out of my box and officially end rapphobia and racism.
Molly on the beat
Hump me, fuck me
Daddy, better make me choke (You better)
Hump me, fuck me
My tunnel loves to deep throat (It do)
Lick, lick, lick, lick (I lick it)
I want to eat yo' dick (I do)
But I can't fuck up my nails (I can't)
So I'ma pick it up with chopsticks
Mouth wide open, mouth wide open
Mouth wide open like I was at the dentist
Mouth wide open, mouth wide open
Put it so deep, I can't speak a sentence
Mouth wide open (Ah), mouth wide open (Ah)
Mouth wide open like I was at the dentist
Mouth wide open (Ah), mouth wide open (Ah)
Put it so deep I can't speak a sentence
My fingers in it, gentle (Yeah)
Explore this n-word mental
I'ma write my name on his dick (His dick)
Don't need a pen or a pencil (No, I don't)
All I need is my body (My body)
My pussy pink just like salami (Ooh)
Don't need no drink to get naughty (No)
'Cause bitch, I'm not Bill Cosby (I'm not)
My pussy mean, and it's clean (It is)
I'm not a squirter, I cream (Squirts girl)
Keep it smelling like baby wipes
I never smell like sardines (Ew)
This will never fucking end (It won't)
Ballerina that dick when I spin (I do it)
I fucked this n-word so good
I ain't swallow one kid, I think I swallowed twins (Ah)
Hump me, fuck me
Daddy better make me choke (You better)
Hump me, fuck me
My tunnel loves to deep throat (It do)
Lick, lick, lick, lick (I lick it)
I want to eat yo' dick (I do)
But I can't fuck up my nails (I can't)
So I'ma pick it up with chopsticks
Mouth wide open, mouth wide open
Mouth wide open like I was at the dentist
Mouth wide open, mouth wide open
Put it so deep, I can't speak a sentence
Mouth wide open (Ah), mouth wide open (Ah)
Mouth wide open like I was at the dentist
Mouth wide open (Ah), mouth wide open (Ah)
Put it so deep I can't speak a sentence
Just come put it down my butt (My butt)
Let's shoot a movie, no cuts
Ride the dick, get my nipples licked
That's breastfeeding while we fuck (Fuck you)
Finna get the dick wet and firm (Firm)
You better sweat me out of my perm (My perm)
Can't wait 'til it's my turn
I wanna blow bubbles with sperm (I blow)
Wanna hit it from the back
Let me arch my back
Once I arch my back
That mean attack this pussy
Don't need a pornstar
'Cause I'm the moderin'
All my spit on his dick
Sound like I'm gargling
Make him bust three nuts, is the task
My panties stuck in my ass
So I pulled them down to show him the pearl
Made his pubic hairs curl fast
Fuck this pussy
Fuck this pussy
Fuck this pussy
Come fuck this pussy
Fuck this pussy
Fuck this pussy
Fuck this pussy
Come fuck this pussythanks fagni for the post layout |
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Post by agni on Dec 12, 2019 4:24:41 GMT 1
 WEEK 6
TICKETS TO HELL
"VERSACE HOTTIE"
Princess Nokia
(1:17+)
if you would personify greed, it would be this versace hottie.
versace hottie prefers money over people, she brags about her designer clothes & money and makes a lot of money.
greed is the desire for material wealth & gain. below i will include a few quotes so u can see where im trying to get at
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"If the money ain't there, got to B-Y-E"
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"Hood bitch, fashion would adore me
I does what I do, all y'all sucka bitches corny
I don't like the style so you move kinda phony"
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"Left home at sixteen, I been stackin' paper
See, I been on my grind and I been gettin' paid
17 was the year, you know the checks that I made?
I think I had it comin', since 18 I was ready
I had swag like Escobar, straight down from the ghetty"
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"I be cuttin' checks like it was a pizza
You know how I do, boricua Lolita
I'm a bad girl and I take what I want"
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"You gon' stay on bein' average, I'ma come off with the bank
Got no friends, ain't nothin' to break off
Marie Antoinette when it's time to cake off"
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Post by Argüello on Dec 12, 2019 7:12:26 GMT 1
 "On My Mind"
by ElysianSoul
Week 6: Tickets To Hell
''Gluttony''
1:44+
To show my worth in the competition I decided to choose a difficult sin to show that i can do good. So I choose ''Gluttony'' for myself. Gluttony meaning is: excess in eating or drinking
To show a different perspective to this I decided to take on perspective/relation with the BED (Binge Eating Disorder), I myself some years ago went through some eating problems in relation to this. Cause when you start eating it turns into Gluttony, u eat and eat and eat to fill a void inside you. You eat in excess while u feel so much regret and you feel so disgusted on yourself but you can't stop. The food simbolizes a type of drug or escape to all problems. This is a very important issue and this song not only hits home but also represents all the feelings involve in a person with BED, it's frustrating cause it never goes away, it stays haunting you. Makes you have a bad relationship with food.
I hope this week choice can stand out and show the judges I can get better and get out of the bottom. I think there's no better representation of Gluttony and all the hell that feels to live throught it | LYRICS
It's always on my mind.
(KeikoCupcake)
And I was like, so proud of myself,
'Cause I was like, this is working,
Everything I'm doing is working,
And I'm making the right progress...
And I was like, so proud of myself...
And now I feel like a big failure.
I sometimes wonder what it would be like
To wake up, and not ever have to think about food...
It's just, constantly...
It's always on my mind.
It's always on my mind.
(ElysianSoul)
Take me in,
Give me one last time, to indulge and sin.
Take me in,
And in the morning I will start,
All over again.
Take me in,
Give me one last high, before restriction begins.
Take me in,
And then I promise to be good, from now on, and then,
I'll be thin,
But for tonight, you and me,
We'll take everything.
So take me in,
For some twisted demon,
Living under my skin.
(KeikoCupcake)
I really feel like, I should punish myself tomorrow,
For doing this tonight.
I shouldn't eat anything,
And I should just, drink water,
And exercise for hours.
You do so good,
And then like, you stumble,
And then you just feel like,
A giant failure.
I'll be better tomorrow,
It's always on my mind.
(ElysianSoul)
Take me in,
Give me one last night, to ease my suffering.
Take me in,
And then I promise to be good, from now on and then,
I'll be thin,
But for tonight, you and me,
We'll take everything.
So take me in,
For some twisted demon,
Living under my skin.
'Cause it's always on my mind,
And it's always in my head,
Can't stop thinking about food,
Thinking what I'm gonna get.
Thinking when I'm gonna eat it,
And make sure that I'm alone,
Gotta swallow all these feelings,
And tomorrow I'll atone.
I don't know, what I'm doing,
I'm so out of control,
Cover up the evidence,
They'll never know.
Punish me tomorrow,
For what happens tonight,
Give me one last meal,
And I'll be alright.
(KeikoCupcake)
I have to accept,
The times that I stumble,
And it's only a failure
If I give up.
(ElysianSoul)
'Cause it's always on my mind,
And it's always in my head,
Can't stop thinking about food,
Thinking what I'm gonna get.
Thinking when I'm gonna eat it,
And make sure that I'm alone,
Gotta swallow all these feelings,
And tomorrow I'll atone.
I don't know, what I'm doing,
I'm so out of control,
Cover up the evidence,
They'll never know.
So punish me tomorrow,
For what happens tonight,
Give me one last meal,
And I'll be alright.
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Post by alexeh on Dec 12, 2019 10:25:26 GMT 1
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EPISODE 6 // TICKETS TO HELL
PRIDE
Poe - "If You Were Here" (1:48+)
(the song ends at 3:15)
I was told two weeks ago that my entries have been too safe, and you would like to see more risks from me, and I took that on board when choosing my interpretation of this challenge, and the song itself.
"If You Were Here", released in 2000, is part of Poe's 2nd album Haunted, a tribute album to her late father. The song deals with grief, featuring samples of audio recordings made by her father, but looking further into the lyrics, comes from a more optimistic perspective, so as to say, "If you were here, you would be proud of me." There is also an element of guilt to this pride, as explored in the second verse, "When you were here, I did not know just how I had embraced", which links to pride itself being a sin.
I feel like the lyrics explain the concept a lot better than I could so I've put lines that specifically jump out as pride-related in bold.
What is it Annie?
I miss you
If you were here, I know that you would truly be amazed
At what's become of what you made
If you were here, you would know how I treasured every day
How every single word you spoke
Echoes in me like a memory of hope
When you were here, you could not feel the value that I placed
On every look that crossed your face
When you were here, I did not know just how I had embraced
All that you hid behind your face
Could not hide from me, 'cause it hid in me too
How are you, Tiger?
This is great fun to be able to talk with you like this
In fact, I'm going to do it more often
Now that I'm here, I hear you
And wonder if maybe you can hear yourself
Ringing in me now that you're somewhere else
I miss you a lot
'Cause I hear your strange music gentle and true
I'm sharing with you some of my reflections
Singing inside me with the best parts of you
Now that I'm here
But I'm so proud of everything you do there
Love you most
I hope somewhere you hear them too
Next time I see you you'll proudly sing it back to me
Now that I'm here
Oh, I love you
It's okay, you can go now |
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Post by Aliya on Dec 12, 2019 19:24:02 GMT 1
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week 6 // tickets to hell
Coheed and Cambria | The Camper Velourium III: Al The Killer
(3:17+)
"If anger reaches the point of a deliberate desire to kill or seriously wound a neighbor, it is gravely against charity; it is a mortal sin."
Feralia was assigned Wrath for this challenge and is able to tell a little story with the song selected.
The Camper Velourium is a three-way story time composed by the band Coheed and Cambria, all of them showing different sides of the story. However, the third and last song of the series, named suggestively "Al the Killer".
The so-called "Camper Velourium" is none other than a ship where the whole story takes place, and Al, our main character, happens to be the captain.
This song is strictly about Al and his backstory.
He is a serial killer who kills women that remind him of an ex girlfriend (or possibly ex wife). Her name is Luci. He is obsessed with befriending women that remind him of Luci, and then killing them.
The first part is about stalking women and then the actual killing of the women. This part is about what is going through Al's head after he has killed so many women to the point of insanity.
Luci had been his muse from the very beginning, and Al is willing to murder any girl who looks exactly like her. His insanity went to such a high level that he simply keeps on chanting a certain line in order to keep himself afloat.
("die white girls, die white girls")
Lyrics:
At birth given scars along tender heart liberties
Injustice for awkward living situated casualties
They lay dead along your floor
Careful not to wake them they're sleeping
In the morrows good mourning
The dying will discard the wish to live
Let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming
When I kill her, I'll have her
Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon your name
Die white girls, die white girls
Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead
You'll get nothing for something
Arise the hidden war of a dead song, unsung
The night of your children's day
Beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up
Seal the lips of your voice with haste
And cower at the sounds as they make their way
Surprise speed and malice
The opposing break the surface hold ready
Let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming
When I kill her, I'll have her
Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon your name
Die white girls, die white girls
Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead
Will the killing veil love should the heroes play dumb
But killing's no fun when the heroes are none
Let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming
Bye, bye world, bye, bye world
Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon your name
Die white girls, die white girls
Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead
Bye, bye world, bye, bye world
Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon your name
Die white girls, bye, bye world
Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead,
Upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves! |
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Post by αndreas on Dec 12, 2019 22:34:32 GMT 1
Mathew Horrod 2:26+ They're gathered in circles
The lamps light their faces
The crescent moon rocks in the sky
The poets of drumming
Keep heartbeats suspended
The smoke swirls up and then it dies
Would you like my mask?
Would you like my mirror?
Cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
You can look at each other
Or you can look at the face of your god
The lessons are written
On parchments of paper
They're carried by horse from the river Nile
Says the shadowy voice
In the firelight, the cobra
Is casting the flame a winsome smile
Would you like my mask?
Would you like my mirror?
Cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
You can look at each other
Or you can look at the face of your god So I got assigned the sin of sloth, which I interpeted as affectlessness and apathy, which I believe that are safely represented in "Marrakesh Night Market". The first verse refers to the apathetic people, describing them as many and also dark and mysterious. They "keep heartbeats suspended" of people that expect their attention and love, until those expectations ("smoke") die. Moving on, Loreena describes those on the receiving end of sloth, as they no longer express their feelings, hiding them behind "masks", "mirrors" and "shadowing hoods", before expressing her pity for the apathetic people, telling them to look at themselves, each other, or their God and realise what they're doing and how they have impacted others. x |
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Post by ClassifiedCat on Dec 13, 2019 23:47:03 GMT 1
DONNA THE DYKE
WEEK 6
TICKETS TO HELL
In, Out
5K HD
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This week I was allocated the deadly sin of envy. After much deliberation, I came to the conclusion that "In, Out" was the perfect fit for my sin both lyrically and sonically, something I don't think everyone achieved this week.
My representation of envy can not only be seen in the lyrical content of my entry, but also in the grimy, "ugly" dark electronic sound of the music, a reflection of the bitterness and darkness that exemplifies envy as an emotion.
Aristotle defined envy as pain at the sight of another’s good fortune, stirred by “those who have what we ought to have.” 5K HD’s “In, Out” is, essentially, a Slytherin anthem — a tale of one woman’s ambition, quest for power, and, above all, envy. This envy is directed towards her enemy’s natural advantages and talents, which she believes are far better suited to her, as she is more ambitious, resourceful, and cunning, and thus better suited to take advantage of those talents.
The opening stanza, repeated twice, establishes her goals, which are unrelenting and unyielding:
There is enough room for both of us
But I want all of it
But I want all of it
She then bluntly states, in a vicious flurry, exactly what her enemy’s advantages are, how she desires them, and how she would make better use of them:
“If I had your stature
I would fight more
If I had your body
I would show more
If I had your voice
I would scream louder
If I only had what you have
This almost stream-of-consciousness barrage continues:
If I had your muscles
I'd flex them good
If I had your money
I would spend it all
On friends on family
My house my dog my pool
I want the most
I can't have less
The song
There is enough room for both of us
But I want all of it
But I want all of it
There is enough room for both of us
But I want all of it
But I want all of it
If I had your stature
I would fight more
If I had your body
I would show more
If I had your voice
I would scream louder
If I only had what you have
If I had your muscles
I'd flex them good
If I had your If I had your money
I would spend it all
On friends on family
My house my dog my pool
I want the most
I can't have less
There is no room for us
It's either you or me
There's no place like this
Would you please shut up
Mistake the city winds
For an ocean storm
Where was I
Where was I then?
Are you in
Are you outthanks agni for the post layout
AND THANKS DANIEL I LOVE YOU
also fyi i had an extension because i wasn't here because i was on holiday sorry </3 |
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