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09-04-2006, 12:04 AM | #53 (permalink) |
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no it wasnt
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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. |
09-04-2006, 12:05 AM | #55 (permalink) |
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>.>
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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. |
09-04-2006, 12:08 AM | #56 (permalink) |
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i once tongued a guy my sister used to date. . . . . .
(and for the record i do not do 'left overs' and yes it was an accident and yes she does know)
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09-04-2006, 12:10 AM | #58 (permalink) |
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^ was it dead
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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. |
09-04-2006, 11:31 AM | #60 (permalink) | |||
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I got a lot of confessions last night. I'll edit them all in.
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