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Sex and violence. It sells in the market but not for free.
How have you been? |
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I'm ok. Had a relaxing day off. Now I have lots of clean clothes and I'm about to go crawl into bed. How are you this evening?
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I'm kinda hurt. My friend died and they have to do her toxicology report, and the place that I live got raided by cops.
My friends and I have seen better days. My sense of humour is running away. |
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Edited by
singmesweet
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Wed 08/01/12 09:38 PM
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I'm kinda hurt. My friend died and they have to do her toxicology report, and the place that I live got raided by cops. My friends and I have seen better days. My sense of humour is running away. Call me tonight if you need to... otherwise I'll give you a call tomorrow. |
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Her: Dude, you're asleep in the driver's seat.
Me: Better than the trunk! |
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“You have not known what you are-
you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life; Your eye-lids have been the same as closed most of the time; What you have done returns already in mockeries. Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return? The mockeries are not you; Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk;” ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass |
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Thank you, 2kids - it's nice to have some color in these high contrast days.
kc - That really brought it home. I mean... wrecked me. I haven't read Whitman. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eS2ipWNm9Fw |
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Edited by
kc0003
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Tue 10/02/12 08:50 AM
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The lies don't bother me; it's the lack of originality that's so offensive to me.
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"Maybe you'll get what you want this time around..."
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What a splendid picture, hard to argue with that logic...Throw stones with me, plastic?
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Word, man. Let's go throw stones at trains. Life's lame.
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If you're going to proliferate generations of alcoholism, do it with some goddamned class.
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