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#28 (permalink) | |
we became a carcass!
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Yorkshire
Posts: 383
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in love with the stumps, in love with the bleeding! in love with the pain that you now feel... |
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#29 (permalink) |
that's my war face.
Join Date: Nov 2005
Posts: 1,418
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I always forget with Bruise! Sorry girl, Aretee's right, it's me Brumminess
![]() So me, Aretee, Bruise, Moley now... anyone else whose actually British? Dunno bout having an Irish girl and a sheepshagger in the gang... ![]() |
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#30 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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nmod is sweet
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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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