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#342 (permalink) |
dontcareaboutyou
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: North Carolina
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No. That's a good guess though.
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#344 (permalink) |
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Si, Senor.
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#346 (permalink) |
Whitewater!
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: New Zealand
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They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
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#347 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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gloves
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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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#350 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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i dont want to my internets to slow..caus eim using soul seek.. but w/e
what dances in air, but is not living?
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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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