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any city clubbers here
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i was just curious, sorry that i didnt mention some club where the only goal is to grind with the most females. cityclub is a **** in the wall. but the people who go there have very unique personalities.
its just a question, not something to be aggressive over |
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Country Music
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any song about drivin a truck, and being in the country where theres dust and lots of empty land, yes im more bashing country for its lack of progression, its a huge genre thats rather narrow.
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britney spears
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blonder then ever before.... i think she does write her own music.. thats why its horrible...shes basicly a softcore porn star anyways
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Topic:
any city clubbers here
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past or recent dont matter. just i know im bound to see one or two around. doupt any regulars but you never know
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the gap between the mac and the pc is very thin, mac os is based on linux anyways pcs can run linux so that gap is shorter now, its really the quality of components you buy, if its a desktop then the control you have is the highest no matter what as you can just shove anything compatible in there. laptops depends on your price range. but hardware wise the playing surface is pretty equal
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your favorite song
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symphony x - through the looking glass
yup a song about the second alice in wonderland, clocking in at about 14 minutes long |
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Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog.
The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before. This day wept on my shoulders. Still the same as yesterday. This path seems endless, body is numb. The soul has lost its flame. Walking in familiar traces to find my way back home. So there I was. Within the sobriety of the immortals. A semblance of supernatural winds passing through. The garden sighs, flowers die. The gate was closed that day, but I was bound to carry on. She could not see me through the windows. In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips. Graven face, she said my name. Once inside I heard whispers in the parlour. The gilded faces grin, aware of my final demise. And I cried, I knew she had lied. Her obsession had died, it had died. When can I take you from this place? When is the word but a sigh? When is death our lone beholder? When do we walk the final steps? When can we scream instead of whisper? When is the new beginning, the end of this sad MADRIGAL. good song - opeth - when |
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Death comes to mind..
now is anybody here a fan of therion, this band is amazing in concert and on cd. althou it takes some getting used to the operatic parts, but after awhile its just a breath of fresh air to a genre thats been redone so many times |
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kamalot - nights of arabia
these games make for some very long reply lists |
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