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Music Addict
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: in Komputerland
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Thinking of getting counselling. Jeez i just don't know where to begin.I mean it's all well good here behind the safety of my screen, but how do I go about tellin that to someones face? Ah well, onwards and upwards. It was a long time ago. I'm over it now. Yeah....Fine. ![]()
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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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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Groupie
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: Torquay, England
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Sometimes it doesn't have to be major accidents that hurt the most... Seriously, a wicklo or little cut on your finger can be hell. Oh, in case you're really unobservant, yes, I am an excuse for a male.
![]() - Stubbing your bare little toe on a hard object is a classic - have done that a fair few times. - I once was playing hit (or tag, or touch, or whatever you may call it) in the playground (when I was little), only the catcher had to keep their eyes closed. I was the catcher, and I bashed my bare eye (my eyes were closed just a split-second before, so they didn't have time to do the reflex blinking to protect the pupils) into the metal fence..and it bled. Man, a bleeding eye?! Jeez... - Landing time on an aeroplane is painful s*** for my ears: it's like somebody is trying to pull the drums out. - In a supermarket, again when I was little, some ******* didn't realise I was peeking into the freezer, and f***ing full-on crushed my finger. Blood literally burst from it. >_< |
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^owww
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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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