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#1274 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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6/10 if it was a beaver it would be higher
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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#1275 (permalink) |
Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
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ha, thats silly. 9/10.
I contemplated using this one for a while but I thought nobody would get it and its not too funny out of context. But w/e. It'll last until I find a better one.
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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. |
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#1277 (permalink) |
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Join Date: Mar 2006
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I get distracted from everything trying to figure out every loop. 7/10.
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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. |
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#1278 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^ is it animated if so 0/10 because you stole my jesus idea omg
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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