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Originally posted by Iniquity
Worse.... a bunch of pc geeks with an alter ego, running around here like a puppy rubbing its nuts on all the <a href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=1&k=new%20shoes" onmouseover="window.status='new shoes'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">new shoes</a>. Then when someone smacks them in the nose with that rolled up newspaper of truth and reality they run like the wind into the shadows, then when you least expect it, they come back and shit on your living room carpet *ban you before you can discredit them more*
Truth hurts, and it hurts like a sumbitch when there isnt a damn thing you can do to escape it.
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Preach on the truth Dear Sir!
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Now I lay me down too sleep.
I pray the darkness too keep away.
For when he comes for me I hope too be in Heaven.
No more yelling, no more pain.
Happy in my happy place.
Where I smile behind the broken hopes he gave me.
"Smile smile" Mama said "But never let them see you cry"
"En un lugar desierto crei morir de sed y un animal pre~nado de luz medio de beber.
Lenguas de sol, beber a tragos el placer y sentir la boca del miedo tu y yo arena y escorpion en un mar de fuego bajo el beso de la noche" -Robi Draco Rosa
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