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04-28-2006, 08:20 AM | #24 (permalink) | |
Uhh-I am Octiposter-huhuh
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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 |
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04-28-2006, 08:21 AM | #25 (permalink) | |
Uhh-I am Octiposter-huhuh
Join Date: Apr 2006
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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 |
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04-28-2006, 08:23 AM | #26 (permalink) | |
Atchin' Akai
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Unamerica
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Cheesemans right, that guy was a monumental gobshite of the highest order. |
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04-28-2006, 04:18 PM | #27 (permalink) | |
They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
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04-28-2006, 06:50 PM | #29 (permalink) | |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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jk jk
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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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04-28-2006, 06:55 PM | #30 (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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