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07-25-2006, 06:02 PM
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we became a carcass!
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Yorkshire
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I believe to be Irish, you have to have lived in Ireland, and have Irish parents.
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in love with the stumps, in love with the bleeding! in love with the pain that you now feel... |
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07-25-2006, 06:02 PM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,608
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I refuse to acknowledge that. Fecking Croatians...
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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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07-25-2006, 06:05 PM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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I am not.
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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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07-25-2006, 06:09 PM
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#86 (permalink) |
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^ Everything, everyone thinks you're an arse, and yeah.. *Moves to canada*
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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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07-25-2006, 06:12 PM
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Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
Posts: 1,334
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^haha, yeah....
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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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07-25-2006, 06:16 PM
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The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere cooler than you
Posts: 18,626
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Grow a skin
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 Urb's RYM Stuff Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave. |
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