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10-11-2004, 10:59 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Oct 2004
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Sick band
I just saw Gaiah. These guys played at Ozzfest in Hartford CT. They are sick! U guys got to check them out! www.gaiah.com lemme know!
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10-11-2004, 11:13 AM | #2 (permalink) | |
Music Addict
Join Date: Sep 2004
Location: between the same four walls..
Posts: 42
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10-11-2004, 02:26 PM | #3 (permalink) |
Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
Posts: 1,536
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^ was that a joke?
(if not, sick is a good thing)
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
12-03-2006, 08:27 PM | #6 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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me.
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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. |
12-03-2006, 09:33 PM | #7 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
Posts: 2,222
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I have a question........Where the hell did this thread come from?
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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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