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07-13-2006, 04:47 PM | #12 (permalink) |
that's my war face.
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Who gives a ****? Me. At 20 to 11, with early starts at work and boredom surrounding my days, which are mostly spent working by myself sorting out envelopes with only an mp3 player for company, things like this get on my tits. I see one kid working there wearing a tracksuit doing **** all and that spurs a rant. And with no one on msn that I want to talk to, I thought I would tell you guys. YOU GOT A PROBLEM?
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07-13-2006, 05:23 PM | #17 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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Location: Somewhere cooler than you
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Dad is that you?
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07-13-2006, 05:30 PM | #18 (permalink) |
The Forums Sadistic Ghost
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: beyond midnight, in the abyss of time, the syren in the night
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hahahaha!!!!!!!
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07-14-2006, 11:40 PM | #19 (permalink) |
angel of tragic days
Join Date: Jan 2006
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Interesting topic there Hobo, nice to see that things other then stuff on this site bother you. My problem it tho, I don't have any brown clothing, so my plan is to stay inside forever.. unoticed is the way to go.
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07-15-2006, 12:21 AM | #20 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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Hobo, i don't agree with anything you said. Frankly, I wear what I have, I dont even know what the fashion sense is. I guess right now it's this thing called scene. I own one brown t-shirt. What does a Brown t-shirt have to do with anything?? In my own right I'd like to describe who I am for you lovely people now, that Hobo has brought up this idea of generalization, but it wont't be in this thread. That would be spamming it.
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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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