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Slavic gay sauce
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: Abu Dhabi
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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 |
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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i like the doors favorite song is the end
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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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Groupie
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: In a Cardboard Box
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I like People Are Strange and Love Me Two Times and When The Music's Over, I love the beginning of that one.
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I know you feel alone yeah and no one else can figure you out
But don't you ever turn away from the ones that help you down Well they'd love to save you don't you know they love to see you smile But these colors that you've shined are surely not your style Crossfade |
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Your La-La-La Teacher
Join Date: May 2005
Location: The place I come from is full of people with cruel taste of music
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Urban for President... eh... EUROMOD! Vote or die! |
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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too bad he overdosed....
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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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