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03-21-2006, 08:00 PM | #41 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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hey guys will you leave HIM alone i mean really
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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. |
03-21-2006, 08:20 PM | #42 (permalink) |
butt say x
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: so i read the question as "Where YOU live" which was kinda funny instead of "Where you live"
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He is 14, if he wants to sound like a badass on a forum he should make stories up like I do, only they can't include raping children...I already called that.
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03-21-2006, 08:21 PM | #43 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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hahahahahaah
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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. |
03-21-2006, 08:54 PM | #47 (permalink) |
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Join Date: Mar 2006
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Seriously though people, please try to refrain from insulting my experience. I put it on here so that people who actually care can post compliments and ask questions about my experience not insults.
So no insults please. |
03-21-2006, 09:02 PM | #48 (permalink) |
butt say x
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Location: so i read the question as "Where YOU live" which was kinda funny instead of "Where you live"
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Wanna know what sucks more than your experience? Your FACE
But really, no one cares, you opened yourself up for this. Go listen to some good rock like Smashing Pumpkins or Rage Against the Machine.
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03-21-2006, 09:19 PM | #49 (permalink) |
Whitewater!
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: New Zealand
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Look mate, we're not Helpline.
We don't deal with traumatics or childhood depression. This is a public forum, asking for no insults is like asking for the secrets of the universe. The reason your copping so much crap is because there is no such thing as a defined rocker. Growing your hair long means nothing. Buying drums means nothing. Playing the drums like Keith Moon means SOMETHING. Not only that, but calling yourself a rocker is nearly the cheesiest thing in history. It's asking for trouble. It's like saying I have 300 million bucks sitting at my home which doesn't have an alarm, please don't come rob my house. Thirdly, you need to know your music. Hailing Linkin Park as the best rock outfit ever, is not knowing your music.
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03-21-2006, 11:06 PM | #50 (permalink) | ||
Bright F*cking Red
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Location: San Diego
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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