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07-30-2005, 12:11 PM | #21 (permalink) |
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that being sh it, as for fking things more punkthan them....
some moron had a go at me in my local co op when me and my mate were discussing how they werent a real punk band....well i guess ppls opinions vary, but anarcho is the true punk if u ask me, but then, u didnt ask me, but ivoiced anyway, :-P |
07-30-2005, 12:15 PM | #22 (permalink) | |
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07-30-2005, 10:02 PM | #24 (permalink) | |
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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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07-31-2005, 06:59 AM | #25 (permalink) |
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I think they should just use his rotting corpse like a puppet.
Bollocks... I'm not even going for the joke about the lifeless corpse being a better bass player.
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07-31-2005, 06:08 PM | #26 (permalink) |
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hmm sid was better as vocals for his previous and after bands then as a bass player for the sex pistols
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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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