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08-11-2005, 06:41 PM | #12 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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oh man misfits made me laugh one time me and my friend set fire to a bath tup with scrub n bubbles
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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. |
08-14-2005, 03:02 AM | #15 (permalink) |
The Randomness
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how can someone ground him for that?? it's like............ WHO CARES IF HE SET A TOWEL ON FIRE!!!!!
"the towel got destroyed... blasphemy...."
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08-14-2005, 02:52 PM | #17 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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^ that person said a month did you get off easy or something
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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. |
08-14-2005, 03:01 PM | #19 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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oh well tell it anyway cause burning stuff can be fun
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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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