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 The Stuff VS The Church 
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how 'bout a nice greasy pork sandwich served inna dirty ashtray? Budduskey:i am the motherfucking shore patrol,motherfucker!i am the motherfucking shore patrol!give this man a beer. "Repent, Harlequin!" said the Ticktockman. "Get stuffed!" replied the Harlequin, sneering. |
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09-21-2004, 09:09 PM
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09-21-2004, 11:59 PM
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Tough match though
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Death is but a door. Time is but a window. "Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." – Dr. Seuss "Someone called actors 'sculptors in snow.' Very apt. In the end, it's all nothing." – Vincent Price The Oldest and Stongest Emotion of Man is Fear- H.P Lovecraft Six bottles went down the drain One hour's a waste of time I'd ask if you feel the same Still pushin that chance to try Your breath in this cool room chill Long hair that blows side to side You speak and make time stand still And each time you walk right on by |
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09-22-2004, 11:16 PM
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...  If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be |
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