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01-30-2007, 07:04 PM | #11 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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i used to work at a farm
i had a goat its name was billy i miss billy he stood on tables i used to walk it. goats and chickens chickens are liek cats.
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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. |
01-30-2007, 08:14 PM | #12 (permalink) |
Imperfectly Perfect
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haha, i guess you figured out about my non-sequential thoughts then, i blame the drugs.
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01-30-2007, 08:21 PM | #13 (permalink) |
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pssst
scarbble = intense rape
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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. |
01-30-2007, 08:23 PM | #14 (permalink) |
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lawl.
You like good music, so, yea, stay.
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01-30-2007, 08:31 PM | #15 (permalink) |
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and then i was a t micahs house, his dad had made pizza. It was too hot. i buurn't my mouth, but it was home made, so it was worth it. Though i later regretted drinking my beverage before having the pizza. We then proceeded to watcha movie. I went to sleep and Garret licked my foot. I like Cats
Cats are really nice and puffy. Sometimes I use my cat as a pillow. My computer teacher thinks im a girl. then in ap us history. I put the flying spaghetti monster as the background, and i got a td for spreading propaganda about a false religion. I like. You like me. Yo be my Boyfriend Kthnxbye
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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. |
01-31-2007, 05:37 PM | #16 (permalink) |
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i'm not usually that spacey minded, nevertheless i enjoyed the story.
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01-31-2007, 05:41 PM | #17 (permalink) |
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lmao
i typed that lmalolmaonade
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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. |