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02-14-2007, 05:01 PM | #4961 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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What Is This Tim Hortons
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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. |
02-14-2007, 05:04 PM | #4963 (permalink) |
Im Just As Sweet!!!:)
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Its looks like a very nice place
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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 |
02-14-2007, 05:12 PM | #4965 (permalink) |
Im Just As Sweet!!!:)
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Not trying to be a beach or anything loser but thats why we have public files
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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 |
02-14-2007, 05:21 PM | #4969 (permalink) | |
Imperfectly Perfect
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"it is only through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect that a certain type of perfection can be attained" |
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02-14-2007, 05:22 PM | #4970 (permalink) | |
ashes against the grain
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Quote:
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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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