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07-12-2004, 04:14 PM
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Hi
Hi, i came here because i love most of the older horror icons/movies and liek to talk on forums about them. My favorite is.....well just look at the name, i hope i have a good time and not like at the other forums ive been to
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I met his fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left, no conscience, no reason, no understanding, in even the most rudimentary sense, of life or death or right or wrong. I met this six-year-old boy with a blank, cold emotionless face and the blackest of eyes, the Devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him and another seven trying to keep him locked away when I realized what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply...evil. 
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07-12-2004, 04:16 PM
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Hoo Hah! Welcome friend to the horror.com forums. Happy posting!
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www.myspace.com/themostsadistic
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07-12-2004, 07:31 PM
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Howdy
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   Jesus had a tough life. I read about that guy. Jesus is the only guy that ever came back from the dead that didn't scare the F--- out of everybody! -Sam Kinison
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07-12-2004, 07:51 PM
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a man walks to the middle of the street holding a red balloon. a loud noise is heard and the man falls. he is bleeding profusely and his red balloon floats, carried off by the slight breeze. all of a sudden, the man spontaneously combusts and gives off an orange glow. the heat from his burning flesh keeps three homeless children warm and alive. the moral of this story is have fun here at horror.com. WELCOME......
.....be confused, very confused.....
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07-14-2004, 12:23 PM
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Re: Hi
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07-15-2004, 07:10 AM
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im a fucking j00b n00b l33t3r sk33ter?
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I met his fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left, no conscience, no reason, no understanding, in even the most rudimentary sense, of life or death or right or wrong. I met this six-year-old boy with a blank, cold emotionless face and the blackest of eyes, the Devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him and another seven trying to keep him locked away when I realized what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply...evil.
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