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11-13-2006, 04:42 PM | #172 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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but then youd eat to much
i wish ym feet were not size 16
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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. |
11-13-2006, 05:14 PM | #174 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
Posts: 2,222
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But if you didn't, you'd spend the your study time masturbating.
I wish this week was over.
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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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11-15-2006, 01:49 PM | #176 (permalink) | |
The Forums Sadistic Ghost
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: beyond midnight, in the abyss of time, the syren in the night
Posts: 457
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but then you'd have nothing to do because you have no life i wish i could go anywhere i wanted for free
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I'm not a freak on a leash, I'm just the freak holding the leash. http://www.myspace.com/yukiko_mori |
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11-15-2006, 02:42 PM | #178 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere cooler than you
Posts: 18,605
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So you can play with it
I want to dress up in tinfoil , knock on my neighbours door and say i`m an alien and I need a cup of sugar.
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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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