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Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Canuckistan
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^but then you'll have a heart attack and die while shoveling the driveway
I wish my debt was paid off
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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 |
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Bright F*cking Red
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^but if it was you would always sleep in too late because you wouldn't have bill collectors calling you every morning..
I wish I had internet at my house.....
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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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Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Canuckistan
Posts: 1,358
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I wish I didnt need sleep to function
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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 |
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ashes against the grain
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then youd have a pockmark
i wish, that i didnt have hw
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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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Bright F*cking Red
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But if you didn't.....you'd probably be out getting arrested or something.
I wish my grades were better.
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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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ashes against the grain
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but then you'd have the pressure to keep them good, and then people might want you dead, its always good to have a c+ in one class so you dont make honors, but... your still getting all a's in other classes, therefore your name does not get put on any official documents, and you can stay out of the system, and when youa pply to college, the all a's and c will average out your gpa, and most colleges accept a 2.5 to a 4. and if they looka t your SAT's thats even better cause you can be smart on those.
I wish, that my mom, would let girls coem to my house..w/o asking if we are going to have sex.
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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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