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#1 (permalink) |
Here's lookin at you, kid
Join Date: Jan 2006
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Of course I care about that one year, as it's my life. If I did not have that one year I would not have one year more, etc. Connect the dots.
Nor do I want him to care--him caring about me would be scary, as I don't particularly fancy him much. |
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dontcareaboutyou
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: North Carolina
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I meant it's silly to care about how old people think you are. It really doesn't matter.
But anyways, Stop writing. Start reading. Try again in three years when obtain the ability to have feelings and a more interesting view on the world.
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#3 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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i dont remeber when i was 1 or 2 or 3.. thats theree years odnt matter to 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. |
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lickin honey from a thorn
Join Date: May 2006
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My Real eyez see through your liez Be very carful not to make a woman cry because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior. But from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected and next to the heart to be loved. |
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angel of tragic days
Join Date: Jan 2006
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I rather enjoyed it tho... Just because it doesn't flow when reading it doesn't mean anything.. When songs are put to music it can change everything.. Quote:
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#8 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^ delvolped emotions at least
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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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#10 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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mmm
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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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