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05-13-2006, 02:53 PM | #844 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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^ermm fuzzy 7/10 oh an di changed mine back cause its fu,cking rick wakemen in a wizard outfit
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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. |
05-13-2006, 02:55 PM | #845 (permalink) |
Uhh-I am Octiposter-huhuh
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Gandolf gettin' crunk!? Gets lame, 4/10.
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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 |
05-13-2006, 03:33 PM | #848 (permalink) |
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the glare on the glasses distracts me from everything else. sorta bothersome. 6/10
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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. |
05-13-2006, 03:39 PM | #849 (permalink) | |
ashes against the grain
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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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05-13-2006, 03:52 PM | #850 (permalink) |
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Okay, dont get mad, but I just do not like it
4/10
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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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