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06-09-2006, 10:46 AM | #41 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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jesus..hes like jesus, and , and hes scary
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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. |
06-09-2006, 11:13 AM | #42 (permalink) |
lift ya skirt
Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: brooklyn zoo, what?
Posts: 194
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yo son, las night i had this nightmare that my homie's psycho ex bitch had stolen my cake and wouldnt give dat **** back, so i attacked her repeatedly with a stick, hard, until she repented, which she eventually did after her top fell off. sort of made sense cos she was writhing on a sofa at the time and her shirt had been pulled up by tha friction. anyway tha bitch eventually repented and i told her she could have the cake cos i didn't really want dat **** afta all, and she told me to continue the beatings cos she was really enjoyin it, so i did but not until ramming my van winkle down her throat while whackin her harder and harder with this bamboo stick while she rubbed gâteaux into her nipples and up her foaming clunge.
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