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03-08-2007, 11:28 PM | #2352 (permalink) |
Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
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right track, wow, your kids are adorable.
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03-09-2007, 05:29 PM | #2353 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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mew haircut / i got punched myslef in the eye
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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. |
03-09-2007, 05:33 PM | #2354 (permalink) |
Imperfectly Perfect
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: North Carolina
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You should have kept your hair long, the long hair was much sexier.
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03-09-2007, 05:34 PM | #2355 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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nah, it was annoying
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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. |
03-09-2007, 05:35 PM | #2356 (permalink) |
Imperfectly Perfect
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: North Carolina
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really? You look fine now, but there's something about long hair.....
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"it is only through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect that a certain type of perfection can be attained" |
03-09-2007, 06:06 PM | #2357 (permalink) |
Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
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Agreed.
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03-09-2007, 06:11 PM | #2358 (permalink) |
Whitewater!
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: New Zealand
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Dude have you tried making your hair a mess? I find styled messes look awesome. The length you have now would be pretty good for it.
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03-09-2007, 10:38 PM | #2359 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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theses are taken at ym friend ians house... doing what id..with the new haircut
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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. |
03-09-2007, 10:39 PM | #2360 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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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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