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12-09-2005, 02:11 PM | #2791 (permalink) |
Elevator to the moon
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Snowy, cold, miserable Pennsylvania
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the radio. which is playing the one hit wonder of the day. which is oddly enough a song i like.
mmm mmm mmm mmm-crash test dummies
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12-09-2005, 03:44 PM | #2796 (permalink) |
I am the walrus
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: underneath your bed
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damien rice-the blowers daughter
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I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you Because you're mine, I walk the line As sure as night is dark and day is light I keep you on my mind both day and night And happiness I've known proves that it's right Because you're mine, I walk the line |
12-09-2005, 04:04 PM | #2798 (permalink) |
I am the walrus
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: underneath your bed
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marilyn manson-personal jesus
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I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you Because you're mine, I walk the line As sure as night is dark and day is light I keep you on my mind both day and night And happiness I've known proves that it's right Because you're mine, I walk the line |
12-09-2005, 04:06 PM | #2799 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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im listening to one of my classmates ranting about the french revolution....
.....im SO paying attention..
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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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