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― scott seward (scott seward), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:01 (twenty-one years ago)
― Reviewer: Sir Potomus (Washington, DC) - See all my reviews (ex machina), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:11 (twenty-one years ago)
― gygax! (gygax!), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― scott seward (scott seward), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:17 (twenty-one years ago)
― charltonlido (gareth), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:20 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:21 (twenty-one years ago)
― ddb (ddb), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:21 (twenty-one years ago)
― Snappy (sexyDancer), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:25 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:29 (twenty-one years ago)
― gygax! (gygax!), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:34 (twenty-one years ago)
― Snappy (sexyDancer), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:37 (twenty-one years ago)
― ddb (ddb), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:39 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ian John50n (orion), Friday, 28 January 2005 17:57 (twenty-one years ago)
People came out and shouted at him. Some people came out and shouted at him, "Say, show us your sticks." Then they went back to their computer tricks.
He'd hit a town with no life, to begin, where they forgot the facts. Two sticks make up a cross. Why is it always this way? Why do they always have to say, "Hey, Johnny, get out of the way."
He looked in the mirror and said, "I am not him." He stood outside a bar and raised the nerve to go in. The window hosted at least 45 men. Wondered which one was waiting for him. And the boy at the machine meant him no harm, but to him the boy was staring again at him. The rhythm over in his head again.
Men, boys and girls! Don't ever follow the path of being hard and tough when your heart is soft.
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Friday, 28 January 2005 18:16 (twenty-one years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 28 January 2005 19:04 (twenty-one years ago)
― (Jon L), Friday, 28 January 2005 19:34 (twenty-one years ago)
― latebloomer (latebloomer), Friday, 28 January 2005 19:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― Reviewer: Sir Potomus (Washington, DC) - See all my reviews (ex machina), Friday, 28 January 2005 20:20 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ian John50n (orion), Saturday, 29 January 2005 16:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― A. BORRELLI (A. BORRELLI), Saturday, 29 January 2005 21:34 (twenty-one years ago)
― charltonlido (gareth), Wednesday, 2 February 2005 13:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― Reviewer: Sir Potomus (Washington, DC) - See all my reviews (ex machina), Wednesday, 2 February 2005 15:03 (twenty-one years ago)
― he does guitar with his mouth lmao mint (ex machina), Wednesday, 9 February 2005 02:04 (twenty-one years ago)
― Snappy (sexyDancer), Wednesday, 9 February 2005 04:01 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Wednesday, 9 February 2005 05:05 (twenty-one years ago)
― Snappy (sexyDancer), Wednesday, 9 February 2005 19:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ian John50n (orion), Wednesday, 9 February 2005 19:46 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Wednesday, 9 February 2005 19:53 (twenty-one years ago)
― he does guitar with his mouth lmao mint (ex machina), Wednesday, 9 February 2005 19:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― jed_ (jed), Thursday, 10 February 2005 04:13 (twenty-one years ago)
― latebloomer (latebloomer), Friday, 11 February 2005 19:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― he does guitar with his mouth lmao mint (ex machina), Friday, 11 February 2005 19:59 (twenty-one years ago)
― cozen (Cozen), Friday, 11 February 2005 23:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― Snappy (sexyDancer), Friday, 11 February 2005 23:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― known vaginatarian (nickalicious), Wednesday, 16 February 2005 20:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― The Argunaut (sexyDancer), Wednesday, 16 February 2005 20:39 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tumililingan (ex machina), Monday, 25 July 2005 06:22 (twenty years ago)
Why do you have a cloud in your eye? Walked downstairs Got my hat and my corny brown leather jacket Streets were grey and clean for a change Must have been the rain Thought transference And this man in digs with me would spit out two or three teeth a night on the floor Winter is here, unlike yourself Cold, pulled my shirt up Service Kicked the leaves Learning about time, Time of the vulperines Time of the wolverines They sit rotting, the leaves Kick the brown branches, it is here I came home and found I could say the word "entrepreneur" and my problem began Service (Every man wants to be what he is not.) At my feet, one who laughs at anything. And at my head, one that laughs at nothing And I'm just in-between This day's portion Service (You would not like it if you knew it) (Why you have tears in your eyes from infotainment?) Winter is here I've got a witch on my left shoulder My future's here Now I will kick the broken branches They're this day's portion of this day's portion Didn't want to wake up and learn, I've learnt the word 'entrepreneur" Wandered around, found out, Didn't want to say the word, roll it around in your mouth Every man jack wants to be what he is not. Service. Little boys are taking over They mumble through the grass There are not fit to be in the company of vulperines and wolverines Too many heads knocking about. Service. This day's portion, this day's portion. Why do you have a cloud in your eye from infotainment?
― Catsupppppppppppppp dude 茄蕃, Tuesday, 4 December 2007 23:24 (eighteen years ago)
If you're like me you're a complete and utter pranny You'll know what I mean when I say 'recipe'
― sexyDancer, Tuesday, 4 December 2007 23:44 (eighteen years ago)
"no"
it was only a matter of tyme
― scott seward, Tuesday, 4 December 2007 23:58 (eighteen years ago)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KAkBEUhg0I
― Catsupppppppppppppp dude 茄蕃, Thursday, 3 January 2008 18:09 (eighteen years ago)