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03-02-2007, 06:48 PM | #2314 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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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. |
03-02-2007, 09:18 PM | #2315 (permalink) |
Imperfectly Perfect
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: North Carolina
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haha, though i'm not sure if i'm spoused to be offended or not.
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03-03-2007, 01:29 AM | #2317 (permalink) |
Whatever
Join Date: Feb 2007
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Actually, you look quite a bit like my future ex. I tried to resist, but it was wide open and nobody else took it.
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