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10-22-2006, 02:59 PM | #971 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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moi big hair and all
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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. |
10-22-2006, 03:12 PM | #973 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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flash was on.... otherwise probably, i used to live 20 miles from a plant
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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. |
10-22-2006, 03:44 PM | #975 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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your such a goof, no a nuke plant
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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. |
10-22-2006, 06:00 PM | #976 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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oh ive just been informed i look like jesus wtf
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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. |
10-22-2006, 06:45 PM | #977 (permalink) |
butt say x
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: so i read the question as "Where YOU live" which was kinda funny instead of "Where you live"
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I don't remember if I posted this and if so I'm sorry. But that is me playing with my Wii *giggles at pun*
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10-22-2006, 08:45 PM | #978 (permalink) |
killedmyraindog
Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Boston, Massachusetts
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Jesus Christ, some of us have eyes ya know...some form of warning would be nice.
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I've moved to a new address |
10-23-2006, 07:44 PM | #979 (permalink) | |
Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
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damn that was a fun 4 months, luckily i'll be at home for my 20th
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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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