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05-18-2006, 04:56 PM | #51 (permalink) | |
Dr. Prunk
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05-18-2006, 04:56 PM | #52 (permalink) | |
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05-19-2006, 09:57 AM | #54 (permalink) |
Uhh-I am Octiposter-huhuh
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Never even heard of her 'til I came here. Recommend me one record to sum it all up.
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Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.-Confucius Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.-Friedrich Nietzsche Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.-Lord Byron Popularity's bad for you. I avoid it like the plague.-Brian Mulrooney |
08-19-2006, 07:44 PM | #56 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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Oooooh Bjork is really good, I got Verspertine today
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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. |
08-20-2006, 12:09 AM | #57 (permalink) |
Dr. Prunk
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What song is your favorite?
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08-20-2006, 01:26 PM | #58 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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Pagan Poetry
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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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