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The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere cooler than you
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U2 - How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb.
1000 copies of it , on a big bonfire with a huge effigy of Bono in the middle as I danced manically around it naked with a big pointed stick. I`m assume this was the idea of the thread ![]()
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dontcareaboutyou
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: North Carolina
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The last cd I burned.
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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umm.. x- los anglelos
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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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Elevator to the moon
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Snowy, cold, miserable Pennsylvania
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new found glory-coming home
atreyu-a death grip on yesterday lostprophets-liberation transmission jamisonparker-sleepwalker
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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do you listen to any good music.. ever
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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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