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04-10-2014, 10:18 PM | #1391 (permalink) |
Dude... What?
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idk if im a filthy pervert or a hopeless romantic or if my alcoholism has a profound impact on my perception of reality.
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04-10-2014, 10:26 PM | #1392 (permalink) | |
Maelian
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Quote:
(alcohol is also the reason I sometimes listen to 80s pop music because it "feels so good right now, man")
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04-10-2014, 10:58 PM | #1395 (permalink) |
Dude... What?
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I cant find my phone
therfore i wont go out tonight indie, alternative... who rightly gives a ****. s'all thr damn same.allofit.
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04-10-2014, 11:01 PM | #1397 (permalink) |
Dude... What?
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Now i cant find my headphones.
Truly, I am curse to become infatuated with the impossible and self destrucitve beyond possible... How. Am I. Even. Alive????
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04-10-2014, 11:06 PM | #1398 (permalink) |
Maelian
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STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND STAY INSIDE AND DON'T EVEN MOVE
just keep drinking, find some really good music, and transcend into another dimension for the betterment of your soul.
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04-11-2014, 01:24 AM | #1399 (permalink) |
Dude... What?
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My soul?
If I still have one of those. (pretty sure I sold it in hopes of finding trve luv), It's dead, buried,decomposed, and beyond repair. Satan hath aten it, and I'm sure it was quite a meal. I am a sinner, in favor forever to the Dark Lord that reigns.
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