tdoc210

What Is This Tim Hortons

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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.

Trauma

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Hortons

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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño

skindredluver

Its looks like a very nice place

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Let them live in the stillness and know the flame. They will loose all and give all..

Boys are like lava lamps: fun to look at but not so bright

Coffee, chocolate and men, some things are just better rich

Loser

Dude how old are you?

skindredluver

Not trying to be a beach or anything loser but thats why we have public files

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Let them live in the stillness and know the flame. They will loose all and give all..

Boys are like lava lamps: fun to look at but not so bright

Coffee, chocolate and men, some things are just better rich

Trauma

16

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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño

Tiago

My valentines day was horrible.

Just like every single other valentines day. My Bloody Valentine is the perfect soudtrack for this.

Kevorkian Logic

So only mean girls reject guys?

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"it is only through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect that a certain type of perfection can be attained"

Kevorkian Logic

sex for the first time isn't great. There's something off in that story.

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"it is only through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect that a certain type of perfection can be attained"

tdoc210

its.. dunkin donuts

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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.