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10-23-2006, 04:27 PM | #2 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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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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10-23-2006, 04:41 PM | #4 (permalink) |
dontcareaboutyou
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The last cd I burned.
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10-23-2006, 05:44 PM | #5 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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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. |
10-27-2006, 05:06 PM | #8 (permalink) |
Elevator to the moon
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new found glory-coming home
atreyu-a death grip on yesterday lostprophets-liberation transmission jamisonparker-sleepwalker
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10-27-2006, 05:40 PM | #9 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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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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