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07-31-2005, 05:59 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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enough said
ive heard enough about who started punk and different classes of punk what the **** i dont ****ing care who started the sex pistols in england or the ramones who really gives a **** and the the different classification hes a crusti oh shes a street punk you know what **** that just be who you ****ing are its the poser thing to do by saying yeah man im a street punk you know what **** that your a ****ing punk if you want to be and who said you had to dress different to be a punk whoever said that **** him **** em all gooddamn posseur ****!!
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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. |
07-31-2005, 06:19 PM | #3 (permalink) | |
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07-31-2005, 06:24 PM | #4 (permalink) |
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meh yourself you dont have to but i do i wa sjust defending some of my friends okay who would have no place to live because they would be kicked out of their house for wearing these things
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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. |
07-31-2005, 06:25 PM | #5 (permalink) |
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oh and by the way its not the freakin seventies
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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. |
07-31-2005, 06:38 PM | #6 (permalink) |
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dont close this thread its important everyone knows
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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. |