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05-16-2006, 05:03 PM | #951 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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ermm its rasputin
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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. |
05-16-2006, 05:17 PM | #953 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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yes advisor to the last tsar of russia, he was brutally murdered, by being shot, stabbed clubbed castrated, and finnally thrown into a river...yet he was alive until being thrown into the river
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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. |
05-16-2006, 05:20 PM | #954 (permalink) | |
Atchin' Akai
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05-16-2006, 05:22 PM | #955 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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^ arsenic right?
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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. |
05-16-2006, 06:42 PM | #957 (permalink) |
dontcareaboutyou
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in an odd way it's cool but eh 6/10
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http://nakednaps.bandcamp.com/ |
05-16-2006, 08:14 PM | #958 (permalink) |
Uhh-I am Octiposter-huhuh
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Who the f*ck? Is that one of Jim Morrison's illegit love children? 'til further notice, 0/10.
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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 |
05-16-2006, 09:43 PM | #959 (permalink) |
Raptor
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Ugh, I always hated that show.
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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. |
05-16-2006, 09:44 PM | #960 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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ermm 8/10
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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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