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06-17-2006, 08:33 PM | #21 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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i dont remeber when i was 1 or 2 or 3.. thats theree years odnt matter to me
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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. |
06-19-2006, 05:35 PM | #23 (permalink) | ||
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06-19-2006, 08:30 PM | #25 (permalink) | ||
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I rather enjoyed it tho... Just because it doesn't flow when reading it doesn't mean anything.. When songs are put to music it can change everything.. Quote:
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06-19-2006, 09:19 PM | #26 (permalink) |
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^ delvolped emotions at least
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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. |
06-20-2006, 08:13 AM | #28 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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mmm
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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. |
06-20-2006, 09:15 AM | #29 (permalink) |
The Randomness
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i think poetry or whatever this is should have like.. metaphores and stuff.. and when you have so many brackets everything's so explained and everything's so easy to understand that it's not called song writing or whatever this is.
it's just writing stuff everyone knows and put them on seperate lines which is not art.. at least not in this case
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06-20-2006, 11:02 AM | #30 (permalink) | |
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