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01-03-2007, 09:23 PM
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we became a carcass!
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Yorkshire
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If women stopped wearing make-up I bet men would start complaining.
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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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01-03-2007, 10:52 PM
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killedmyraindog
Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Boston, Massachusetts
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01-03-2007, 11:34 PM
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snickers
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: detroit
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A mi no me importa nada Para mi la vida es un sueño |
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01-04-2007, 09:16 AM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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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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01-04-2007, 10:52 AM
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we became a carcass!
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Yorkshire
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And I am SO sorry that I do not change trends as often as you do, the hippy stoner loser phase is much older than looking like Courtney Love. EDIT: which I don't.
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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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01-04-2007, 07:55 PM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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oh wow
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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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