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12-03-2006, 05:14 PM | #91 (permalink) |
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obviousley
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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. |
12-03-2006, 05:16 PM | #93 (permalink) | |
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like when you try to take a certain belt from my grasp
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12-03-2006, 05:18 PM | #94 (permalink) |
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speaking of belts.. i was palying around with engine belts, caus ei was bored..maybe you should try that
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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. |
12-03-2006, 06:34 PM | #100 (permalink) |
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women don't have to do anything. that's why they invented virbators, *****s, and men
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