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08-13-2006, 01:49 PM
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Full-Time Hellion
Join Date: Nov 2004
Location: PA
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Amateur man by Victorian English gentlemen's Club thanks to urban.
  Prior to that it was Dakota By The Stereophonics as well as Stitches by Orgy
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A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche |
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08-13-2006, 07:57 PM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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Tfto- Yes
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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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08-14-2006, 10:17 AM
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Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
Posts: 1,321
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Joseph Arthur- In the Sun
DAMMIT!
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
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08-19-2006, 03:41 PM
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Groupie
Join Date: Aug 2006
Posts: 11
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Disturbed- Land of Confusion
Godsmack- Speak
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Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare F/S!! 
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08-19-2006, 05:25 PM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^ ew
Bjork- Pagan poetry
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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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