tdoc210

yes
on aim

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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.

adidasss

don't take it personally, i block everyone at one point or another....i AM the forum bastard after all....

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“Think of what a paradise this world would be if men were kind and wise.” - Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle.

Last.fm

jr.

I have a question, and it's for pretty much anyone who may have a logical answer, because I certainly can't think of one.


Why is it, when you blow in a dog's face, he squirms and tries to look away, but when you take him in the car, he hangs his head out the window the entire time?

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Be strong then, and enter into your own body;
there you have a solid place for your feet. ~ Kabir

Stone Magnet

Maybe we all have horrible breath.

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Lock to field screen, row the ocean onto sentient ground.
New rites of a Vedic sun to attend the blue horizon.
Prevails flight resplendent, sails the shrine effulgent windship.
Stillness breathes apex supreme - I walk toward the mountain.

Crowns the sovereic rite to freedom.
Shored the origin forms to a ground accede.
Axiom core of the light shrine flight to shining.
Glows serene to attenuate the space and time.

jr.

Now that is sound logic.

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Be strong then, and enter into your own body;
there you have a solid place for your feet. ~ Kabir

tdoc210

but but addidas ehhhh i miss you

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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.

adidasss

life's a bitch and then you die....

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“Think of what a paradise this world would be if men were kind and wise.” - Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle.

Last.fm

bungalow

Why can't we argue?

Mama Booze

Why do we have to argue?
Follow the hippies, LOVEEE and PEEEACEEE, mAAAN.

littleknowitall

what do you call what we're doing now?