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Bitchfarmer
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Between the minarettes, down the Casbah way.
Posts: 981
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Hey! I'm the only one allowed in my mums bed!
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[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]Yup. Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band, First-night nerves every one-night stand. I should be glad to be so inclined. What a waste! What a waste! But I don't mind. |
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Truth Seeker
Join Date: Dec 2006
Location: The Hallway
Posts: 489
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Is that all you got?
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Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." “See I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do, and if you don't believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor: go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your cds and burn 'em. 'cause you know the musicians who made all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years.... rrrrrrrrreal f**kin high on drugs.” |
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,608
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how teh **** did i get in california...oooh, rufies
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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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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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im not that andrognyous
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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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