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#33 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere cooler than you
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http://www.musicbanter.com/lounge/20...now-drill.html
Guess that counts you out of the real man stakes then
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![]() Urb's RYM Stuff Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave. |
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Account Disabled
Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: Missouri, USA
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Im Just As Sweet!!!:)
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: america
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Let them live in the stillness and know the flame. They will loose all and give all.. Boys are like lava lamps: fun to look at but not so bright Coffee, chocolate and men, some things are just better rich |
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#37 (permalink) |
i ruin threads
Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: littleton newhampshire
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this thread is the most stereotipical thing ive ever seen/read
p.s. loser have you ever been slapped when first meeting someone or by anyone for that matter
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#38 (permalink) |
Im Just As Sweet!!!:)
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: america
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Cry me a river
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Let them live in the stillness and know the flame. They will loose all and give all.. Boys are like lava lamps: fun to look at but not so bright Coffee, chocolate and men, some things are just better rich |
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#39 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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****ing just get it over with, if your life is so pathetic go into your parents room, take the gun out of the closet, and put it to good use.
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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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