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01-25-2006, 06:31 PM | #22 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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thats a stumper....backyard something.....
anyhow..this is getting moved to the games forum.
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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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01-26-2006, 02:56 PM | #23 (permalink) |
Kurt Cobain's disciple
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: St-Hyacinthe, Quebec
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I have a good one... SOT365
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Like a phoenix ignition, like a crematorium
Like a swelling volition, from the barrel of a gun From the ashes and the embers, like a rocket I'll ascend Like a cry gone up for a fallen friend |
01-26-2006, 03:03 PM | #24 (permalink) |
enchanted.
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: cornwailles, angleterre.
Posts: 2,537
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Story of the year
Im not doing one, someone else can take my go. I dont get it. And I have no imagination . Or something along those lines...
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01-26-2006, 03:09 PM | #25 (permalink) | |
Kurt Cobain's disciple
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: St-Hyacinthe, Quebec
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I think this one will be tougher. -10°CP
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Like a phoenix ignition, like a crematorium
Like a swelling volition, from the barrel of a gun From the ashes and the embers, like a rocket I'll ascend Like a cry gone up for a fallen friend |
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01-26-2006, 03:16 PM | #27 (permalink) | |
Kurt Cobain's disciple
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: St-Hyacinthe, Quebec
Posts: 107
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maybe it will be easier like this... -10°C P and I'll give you a hint... -10°C could be replace by -47°C or 5°F if you want.
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Like a phoenix ignition, like a crematorium
Like a swelling volition, from the barrel of a gun From the ashes and the embers, like a rocket I'll ascend Like a cry gone up for a fallen friend |
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