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07-24-2006, 05:14 AM | #11 (permalink) |
that's my war face.
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Moving on from that moody topic.... I think I have proved my definition wrong really. I stated that to be cool you have to stand out from the crowd and gain peoples respect from being your own person. Yet I would see Johnny Borrell as being mega cool, mainly because he doesn't give a **** and is an arrogant twat. It's sad that I see him as cool because of this, but I like his ballsy attitude.
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07-24-2006, 05:17 AM | #12 (permalink) | |
They call me Tundra Boy
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Unfortunately, that's akin to my mum telling me that I'm handsome. |
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07-24-2006, 05:23 AM | #14 (permalink) | |
Whitewater!
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She thinks I'm a reclusive genius, she's going to be very disappointed when she finds out i'm a reclusive wanker |
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07-24-2006, 03:37 PM | #17 (permalink) | |
Music Addict
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Lock to field screen, row the ocean onto sentient ground. New rites of a Vedic sun to attend the blue horizon. Prevails flight resplendent, sails the shrine effulgent windship. Stillness breathes apex supreme - I walk toward the mountain. Crowns the sovereic rite to freedom. Shored the origin forms to a ground accede. Axiom core of the light shrine flight to shining. Glows serene to attenuate the space and time. |
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07-24-2006, 08:31 PM | #19 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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River's are cool.
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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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