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06-21-2006, 02:11 PM | #116 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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yay
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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. |
06-21-2006, 10:55 PM | #119 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
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Guess what kiddies!!!
Three days left to vote. The winners will be announced on the 24th. If you haven't done so yet, PM your votes to musicbanteraward1. If that PM box is full, musicbanteraward2. CHEEEERRSSSSS
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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06-21-2006, 11:20 PM | #120 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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im not a kiddie.....*runs away and cries in corner*
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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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