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05-29-2006, 03:42 PM | #121 (permalink) |
dontcareaboutyou
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^doesnt like Nick Drake, good music or pictures of people in bunny suits 4/10
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05-29-2006, 03:56 PM | #122 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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^10/10
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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. |
05-29-2006, 08:23 PM | #124 (permalink) |
dontcareaboutyou
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9/10, you're a cool person and you helped out a little with the creative thread
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05-29-2006, 08:54 PM | #125 (permalink) | |
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lol. Actually I wasnt in the right state of mind when I wrote that if you know what I mean. It was funny to me! lol. But looking back, what was I thinking?
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06-04-2006, 12:23 PM | #129 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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^ ermm holland cheese!!!! and stuffo 9/10
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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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