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 Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 8:32 am
I want to hug tiny man, but he is a leprichaun... Wait a minuite gold comes from laprichauns! No it doesn't! It comes from china...
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 8:59 am
No grenades, this time. (Says To Self: Stupid government funding. Always runs out when you need it.)
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Malicious lntentions Crew
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Shelcombakasfire Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 12:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 12:36 pm
Predetermined Fate No grenades, this time. (Says To Self: Stupid government funding. Always runs out when you need it.) You have SUCH an awesome avi. Cute and badass, my favorite.
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Shelcombakasfire Vice Captain
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Malicious lntentions Crew
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 2:07 pm
Shelcombakasfire Predetermined Fate No grenades, this time. (Says To Self: Stupid government funding. Always runs out when you need it.) You have SUCH an awesome avi. Cute and badass, my favorite.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 2:08 pm
Cannablisms... Interesting society...
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Malicious lntentions Crew
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Shelcombakasfire Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 6:31 pm
Predetermined Fate Shelcombakasfire Predetermined Fate No grenades, this time. (Says To Self: Stupid government funding. Always runs out when you need it.) You have SUCH an awesome avi. Cute and badass, my favorite. You're welcome.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 6:33 pm
Old poetry I found on my computer.
What's in the name;
How can it be?
It's nothing, it's empty, it's falling to me
It all comes back and winds around
With pungent flailing resonant thyme
Sickly whispering endtrails, ever kneeling eyes
Closing ever closer; to my incestant rhyme
Sick within your own sense, always fueding into mine
Feel what it is to have a heart made of bone
To have your eyes feel of stone
Your mind be nothing but alone
With the best of dull aches
In the caliming, soothing state
Your blackness eats away the fright
Tears away the new beginnings
Pitter, patter, wasted life
Screaming into unwashed harems
Clinging to the final battle
Stick to me what you always had
I don't need your moral pity
Immoral actions harm not the soul
And when the fire shoots from the sky
And every sinner is left to die
And heathened angles learn to fly
You're still a faker, asking why
Eat away my brain waves and throw down the cemented lands
Your constant need for proving me is never what's the matter
In the end you still will have me, even though you're of someone else
Dearest fate will end it badly, but I'm still waring at the thought
Fraying, fraying, fraying mind
And you're still crazy all the time
And I comprehend your twisted rhymes
And lick upon the boots of time
Hold true not to fate in the way of the sky
The decay will eat you; But not your soul
Left alone to wander the leavings
And you're still the one to return my good greetings
You're faking and dying and killing us all
Fall to it, good brother, and make it good skill
Always leave on the highest not, you impressionist, impersonaating
Always having last say
I'm on the outside, feeling the inside
Holding the night life
Reeling the new time
Holding to fate and it's all a stupid rhyme
Since when am I you,
And you have become me?
I'm not the one who suffers madness;
You just have yet to untrouve the joy
Of washing opaquity to night
Of riding emeralds made of light
And darkness bleeds another blot
Upon the lung of size
Holding to fate, and it's all another rhyme,
Holding to fate and it's just stupid rhyme.
Gee, this is awkward @.@
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Shelcombakasfire Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 7:01 pm
Potter Puppet Pals Ronald Weasley: "I found the source of the ticking! It's a pipe bomb!" All: "Yaaaaaay!" *all blow up* (I am not making this stuff up, I swear.)
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 8:33 pm
the problem with sweat pants is that the salt isn't cooked in.
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Shelcombakasfire Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 5:20 am
the fiber-optics cult has licked the foam.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 5:21 am
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Shelcombakasfire Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:04 am
I want a coin operated boy...
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 2:46 pm
The USA Network Show Psych Shawn (to his dad): "You have a Dad-crush on me".
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:17 pm
KoNfUzEd--ZeBrA I want a coin operated boy... OMG ME too!! rofl mrgreen
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