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07-25-2006, 07:02 PM | #81 (permalink) |
we became a carcass!
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I believe to be Irish, you have to have lived in Ireland, and have Irish parents.
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in love with the stumps, in love with the bleeding! in love with the pain that you now feel... |
07-25-2006, 07:02 PM | #82 (permalink) | |
ashes against the grain
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Location: new hampsha
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I refuse to acknowledge that. Fecking Croatians...
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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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07-25-2006, 07:05 PM | #84 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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I am not.
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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. |
07-25-2006, 07:09 PM | #86 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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^ Everything, everyone thinks you're an arse, and yeah.. *Moves to canada*
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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. |
07-25-2006, 07:12 PM | #88 (permalink) |
Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
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^haha, yeah....
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
07-25-2006, 07:16 PM | #90 (permalink) | |
The Sexual Intellectual
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Grow a skin
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Urb's RYM Stuff Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave. |
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