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Up until one century ago there lived,
in the Zi Duang provence of eastern country. A glass-like spider. Having devoured its prey it would drape the skeletons over its web in weeks creating a macabre shrine of remains. Its web was also unique in that it had many layers, like floors in a buuilding. At the top of this palace-like place, assembled with almost apparent care, were tiny shining objects, glass, beads, dew-drops. Glass Spider-Bowie |
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Down Below...
He'll Bend You Over Little Red Rover Bend You Right Over Some Casanova Go To Your Momma Little Chihuahua Get Back To Your Momma Little Chihuahua !!!!Oh The Bulldog!!!! Who's Got The Bulldog Down Below? Tracy Bonham - Bulldog |
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I am the man
of constent sarrow I've seen trouble all my day... for 6 long years I been in trouble .... |
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one thing,i dont know why
it doesnt even matter how hard you try, keep that in mind and when the time is right ill explain all in due time all i know... |
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clap for the wolfman!
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Edited by
Riding_Dubz
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Thu 09/11/08 10:10 AM
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Ferrari engines leave your whoe F@cking block tremblin, -shyne- that's gangsta
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Edited by
Riding_Dubz
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Thu 09/11/08 10:24 AM
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Like like father like son, in stores now if you got it you are great,by the way i got you, ya digggggg this is what she told, IMMMMM lost with out you, i can't help my self, how does it feel i love ya baby wayne-outro
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The forty dollar bill didn't matter no more
When her sister got nekkid an laid on the floor She said dinah-moe might win the bet But she could use a little ------- if I wasn't done yet so I pulled on her hair Got her legs in the air An asked if she had any cooties in there Frank Zappa - Dinah Moe Hum |
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They call me the juice,
when im at the strip club, i put down a 100, or a dub, it dosn't matter i know im a stud, when i leave the club, imma f@ck, like brack o bomba says it time for a change, 3-6 lolli lolli |
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tryin to catch me ridin dirty
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........."Don't you want somebody to love", don't you need somebody to love, wouldn't you love somebody to love...you better find somebody to LOVE..... Jefferson Airplane
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And in the end, the love you take.
is equal to the love you make. The End - The Beatles |
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Edited by
rara777
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Thu 09/11/08 01:18 PM
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The forty dollar bill didn't matter no more When her sister got nekkid an laid on the floor She said dinah-moe might win the bet But she could use a little ------- if I wasn't done yet so I pulled on her hair Got her legs in the air An asked if she had any cooties in there Frank Zappa - Dinah Moe Hum Wadda mean cooties, no cooties on me. She was buns up kneelin, I was wheelin` and dealin` She surrendered to the feelin And she started into squealin Dynamo watched from the edge of the bed With her lips justa twitchin and her face gone red. Ahhhhhhhhh yessssssssss. Life just ain`t the same since Frank left us. Frank Zappa R.I.P. Some of the greatest concerts I have ever been to were to see Frank Zappa live. ![]() ![]() |
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give me ,your dirty love
the way your mama make her fuzzy poodle do give me ,your dirty love the way your mama make that nasty poodle chew yes,Frank ![]() |
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![]() ![]() ![]() zappa plays zappa is good, but just not the same. dweez has some mighty big shoes to fill but he's doing a swell job ![]() In the dangerous kitchen If it ain't one thing it's another In the middle of the night when you get home The bread things are all dry 'n' scratchy The meat things Where the cats ate through the paper The can things with the sharp little edges That can cut your fingers when you're not looking The soft little things on the floor that you step on They can all be DANGEROUS |
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What will you do if we let you go home,
And the plastic's all melted, And so is the chrome? WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE? What will you do when the label comes off, And the plastic's all melted, And the chrome is too soft? ![]() ![]() |
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Edited by
Dangerous_Kitchen
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Fri 09/12/08 08:51 AM
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I got about half high so I spent the whole weekend out
I got home Monday morning tore up like a can of Kraut My only suit was layin' on the steps I just picked up and run and I ain't been back there since Well mad yeah she's mad It's back to the doghouse I know from the practice I've had When she's mad I play a dangerous game In the obituary column they've already printed my name Dave Dudley - Mad |
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my anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun
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you smell me girl i smell like money,-weezy f baby
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swallow my words taste my thoughts, and it if it nasty spit back me, two more inchs i would been in that casket, according to the doctor i could died in traffic, abracadabra, im up like viagra
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