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joey
from montréal (Canada) on 2002-04-07 01:03 [#00160644]
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a poem for you, my friends... by joey
classic training busted my trouser lostly ----------------------------------------- head-dot spiny and shiny next to red peppers and broccoli if only my bearings were taken towards rocky and bullwinkle screen chester and lester next to tables of one and tables of two if only his grounds were yolked towards hydraulic mechanisms board trolling and rolling next to speedy fuckle and slow fuckle if only your taxes were groped towards audible grins
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Zen Storm
from St. Charles (United States) on 2002-04-07 06:57 [#00160867]
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hmmmm, that hurt
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Martytan
from somewhere in upstate new york (United States) on 2002-04-07 06:59 [#00160871]
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my god joey, what happened to your head?
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Zen Storm
from St. Charles (United States) on 2002-04-07 07:03 [#00160880]
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it was from a small cut that bleed a lot if i recall correctly
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