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05-03-2006, 06:36 PM | #161 (permalink) | |
angel of tragic days
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05-03-2006, 08:51 PM | #163 (permalink) | |
Uhh-I am Octiposter-huhuh
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: South Florida
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Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.-Confucius Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.-Friedrich Nietzsche Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.-Lord Byron Popularity's bad for you. I avoid it like the plague.-Brian Mulrooney |
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05-04-2006, 08:20 AM | #165 (permalink) |
Uhh-I am Octiposter-huhuh
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Location: South Florida
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It's all the same origin, but okay.
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Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.-Confucius Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.-Friedrich Nietzsche Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.-Lord Byron Popularity's bad for you. I avoid it like the plague.-Brian Mulrooney |
05-04-2006, 12:59 PM | #166 (permalink) |
Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
Posts: 1,321
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I use this name for everything.....aol, myspace, everything I would have gotten smart and done something along the lines of my favorite music genre or whatever, but I did not think I would stick around.
Anyway.... I like merkaba, cardboard adolescent, explosion in my pants, bruise violet and death of capitalism I dislike crowquill, Doc.DGAF and I actually do not care for bungalowbill357.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
05-04-2006, 03:27 PM | #169 (permalink) | ||
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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