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#31 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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fine be like that..im going to go in my corner and im gonna listen to hawthorne heights and have a group slit wrist fest..and its all you're fault..
![]() still look up poon then recite the definition at my funeral
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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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Atchin' Akai
Join Date: May 2005
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...Poon; 1)A female's genital organ (vagina) 2)A slang term for wimp, often used by teenage males who want to boost their masculinity 1)I fucked Kara last night. She's got a tight poon. 2)Alex: We probably shouldn't go rock climbing. It could be dangerous Nick: Dude, it's fine. Don't be such a poon! |
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#33 (permalink) |
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^ or an oriental tree....but w/e, grammar on the internet is uncalled for, especially typing with two fingers on a 5 dollar walmart keyboard
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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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Atchin' Akai
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#35 (permalink) |
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^ sweet i am in someones sig..*goes and tells mom that i feel special*
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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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Atchin' Akai
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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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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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The Sexual Intellectual
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![]() Urb's RYM Stuff Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave. |
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