adidasss

i just remembered...submarines....freak me out...something happens to it.....and it's a very slow and horrible death....nowhere to go...no way to escape...just millions of cubic meters of water above and bellow you....

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TrampInaTux

Sharks and Octopuses. When I was little and when I used to go to the Swimming Pools, I used to keep checking underwater to see if a shark/octopus was under there. Big Octopuses scare the hell out of me though, the ones you see in movies. I think it's because when I used to go to the cinema there used to be this advertisement on before the show started, and it was like all of these things breaking out the screen...and an octopus was one of them. I remember closing my eyes and putting my fingers in my ears because of that. I hated going to the cinemas.

Cheese

I have a serious fear/phobia of vomitting or someone close doing the same.
I have no idea why, but if I know someones going to chuck, I'll kick a door down to get away.

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Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore

MURDER JUNKIE

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I've been had
at least that's how it looks
and it's not funny like on TV
and it's not smart like it is in books

Cheese

What's so funny? There's stranger ones than that here.

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Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore

Merkaba

I think the efforts you'd go to to avoid someone vomitting near you is whats so funny. Well said mate.

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Right you lot, shut it. Strewth Fowler my son, all looks a bit pear-shaped round here or what. The govenor's talking, Saturday's game, very dodgy, very naughty, could go a little pear-shaped. If there's a rough things might be well iffy. These faces are a little bit hard, know what I mean, a little bit of oof, have some of that my son, bosh, sorted, ta ta, got me, so be clever. Good, now shut it!

dog

having a slug in my mouth, in my ears, in my pants. anywhere on my body.

actually any insect scares the crap outta me. as i walking down a hall i saw a caterpillar next to my foot, trying to jump over it i nearly fell into a wall, and i made this big squeal noise. at school we went to a butterfly enclosure i ran out screaming, my friends found it highly amusing.

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Crowe

Big spiders.

I also have the teeth falling out dream. I hate the idea of becoming horrible disfigured.

I am terrified of death. I have faith in God which is why this is weird. But I always think about what if when we die... it is just the end. Eternal nothingness. Every little feeling we feel we take for granted, it's over. That has literally given me small panic attacks before. But other times, I don't care as much. And I always think about it in the shower, I don't know why.

I don't like being alone. I mean I can be alone in my house if there are other people there. But just being alone bothers me.

Sometimes I'm afraid of being impotent. That's a newly developed one this past year, and I have no idea why.

I'm afraid of random diseases and things that can go wrong in your body.

There is more probably. But those are what I can come up with.

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My silly experimental band:

www.myspace.com/boyfromthestarsmusic

judas_priest

I used to dream that my teeth were falling out a lot.

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Images and words are running deep

A vision darker than death itself

right-track

I used to worry about dying, in fact I got to the point where it was beginning to effect my everyday life.
Until I read/or heard this particular saying..."He who fears death, dies a thousand times".

It made sense and now I don't give a flying shit.
After all, what's the point of wasting time, worrying about something you have no control over whatsoever.

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Choose Liverpool. Choose the dole queue. Choose to scam disability benefit. Choose mind-numbing, grinding efficiency over flair. Choose Torben Piechnik, Istvan Kozma and Paul Stewart. Choose not to win a single league title since the backpass rule was implemented. Choose penalties. Choose car stereos, hubcaps and stanley knives. Choose to trade on your proud sense of tradition and then not lift a finger in protest when two American billionaires who don't even know the name of your club decide to buy it. Choose to win the European Cup whilst only having to play seven matches. Choose to bask in a perpetual, sickening, media love-in. Choose celebrities who **** off out of your city as soon as they have earned the money to do so and then spend the rest of their lives harping on about how wonderful it is. Choose to sing about Munich until confronted with your own tragedy. Choose to end it all in an orgy of self pity, just another excuse to perpetuate the grief culture spawned by your selfish, insular ****ed-up excuse for a city. Choose your future. Choose Scouse.