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09-05-2006, 06:35 PM | #1774 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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^ lol
8/10 dont know what it is
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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. |
09-05-2006, 06:36 PM | #1776 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere cooler than you
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f*cker
(For DOC)
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09-05-2006, 06:39 PM | #1777 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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9/10
i <3 daleks and we can be dalek buddies k right track told me all about them
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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. |
09-05-2006, 09:50 PM | #1778 (permalink) |
Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
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youre a weirdo. I just dont like it. 2/10
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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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