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BEANZ from http://darkscape.topcities.com on 2001-09-29 02:31 [#00037728] | |||||||||
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when i was a alien culturez were not then, gotta find away, a better way, when im there, gotta find a way, i'd better wait, i'd better wait! |
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Barrett, Syd from T Dot on 2001-09-29 02:34 [#00037730] | |||||||||
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Never met a wise man. If so it's a woman. died on my birthday that bastard. |
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BEANZ from http://darkscape.topcities.com on 2001-09-29 02:38 [#00037732] | |||||||||
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underneath the bridge the tarp has sprung a leak, and the animalz ive trapped hav all becum my petz and im livin off of grass and the drippinz from the ceillin, itz ok 2 eat fish coz they dont hav any feelinz.... |
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Baron Von picklefoot from The Baron got a DSL line Woo hoo on 2001-09-29 04:42 [#00037750] | |||||||||
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When I was a alien I had to sell all of my teeth to buy a new soundcard ! THE BARON HAS SPOKEN! |
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Stone from San Antonio, Hell, U.S.A. on 2001-09-30 00:16 [#00037855] | |||||||||
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Nothing to do with what you'd think If you ever think at all Bi-polar opposites attract All of a sudden my water broke I love you for what I am not Did not want what I have got A blanket acned with cigarette burns Speak at once while taking turns. What is wrong with me What is what I need What is wrong with me What do I think I think... Hate, hate your enemies Save, Save your freinds Find, find your place Speak...speak the truth Use just once and destroy Invasion of our piracy Afterbirth of a nation Starve without your skeleton key. |
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Beck on 2001-10-02 07:08 [#00038304] | |||||||||
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You came...you went my mind, it gooot a dent I couldn't make my rent, cuz all my cash was lent This town... is filled with thousand dollar bills laaaminated songs contaaaaminated lungs Well we eat about... fifteen times a daaaaaaaaaaaaaay, staring through a bag of Frito Laaaaaaaaaaaaaay And I play with the fire on the stooooooooove when my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold. Well it's real and its fake and it's flamin' like a steak and she's putting out my face with the rake... Ahh honey you knew, thaaat yooou were my oooooone and oooooonly blur... unglued, depressed, the meatloaf in my chest personaaaality test I failed with the best well I stomped... and I stormed and I passed out in your dorm... well you hustled me outside I couldn't find a ride... But the subway traaaains speak to me now..... browsing through the super market town..... and the guuurls don't taaaalk when Iiiii'm aroooooooouuund... I'm feeling bad even though nothing's wrong... chokin' on a breath mint... |
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Beck on 2001-10-02 07:40 [#00038320] | |||||||||
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I got a job makin money for the band throwin chicken in a bucket with a soda pop can puke green uniform on my back I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair runnin through the mini mall in my underwear I got lost downtown, couldn't find a ride home sun went down, I got frozen to the bone till a hooker let me share her fake fur coat as I took a little nap the cops picked up us both I tried to explain I was only tryin to get warm I knew I never ever should have burned my uniform He said "too bad better bite the bullet hard son" I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun And I crawled out the window with my shadow in a spoon Dancing on the roof shooting holes in the moon. Rocking the town like a moldy crouton! Flying through the air with breeeeze! Standing right here with a beer in my hand and my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand fourteen days I been sleepin in a barn better get a paycheck tatooed on my arm whistlin whisky with the dixy cup filled and the barbeque sauce and the telephone pill I got bent like a wet cigarrette and she's comin after me with a butterfly net |
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pappy on 2001-10-02 07:59 [#00038324] | |||||||||
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i want your soul i will eat your soul come to daddy |
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