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09-28-2006, 01:37 PM
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Atchin' Akai
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Unamerica
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09-28-2006, 01:38 PM
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The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere cooler than you
Posts: 18,605
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I`m waiting for the 300 gig i-pod
And matching backpack
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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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09-28-2006, 01:38 PM
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we became a carcass!
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Yorkshire
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Well, I think that spending money on model cars and prostitues is a waste of money.
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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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09-28-2006, 01:38 PM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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i have a 300 gb internal drive.. im buying a 750 gig internal at xmas
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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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09-28-2006, 01:39 PM
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The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
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09-28-2006, 01:40 PM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^ and 1 pont for urban for pwning
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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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09-28-2006, 01:48 PM
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we became a carcass!
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Yorkshire
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Haha you know what I meant. Boys spend money on silly things too.
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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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09-28-2006, 02:02 PM
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Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
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I can relate to a majority of the male population because all my money goes into booze, cigarettes and my car(with the occasional concert or similar event). I refuse to spend more than 40 bucks on a pair of jeans and 30 on shoes. I rarely buy shirt, I actually buy lots of white wifebeaters and wear them under shirts. My expenses and behaviorisms are quite manly lol.
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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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09-28-2006, 02:04 PM
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The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere cooler than you
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Weird
All my money goes on shoes & floral patterned cushions
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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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09-28-2006, 02:06 PM
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we became a carcass!
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Yorkshire
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 I like buying shoes and dresses and hair things, I'm quite girly. But no floral patterns please.
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