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Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there And even though I know how very far apart we are It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky Somewhere out there if love can see us through Then we'll be together somewhere out there Out where dreams come true And even though I know how very far apart we are It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky Somewhere out there if love can see us through Then we'll be together somewhere out there Out where dreams come true |
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You can always write to me at dog_belch@hotmail. com I'm on the internet. |
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hotmail? you barbarian |
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I stalk dogbelch |
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I dalk stogbelch |
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i belch on dawgs, you know, black people. |
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do you ever allow your lobster to drive your porsche? |
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d_b will be back under one alias or another. Everyone will figure it out in about five seconds, and the mods will turn a blind eye. |
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I'd like to know what happened. |
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What, like dogbelch? I think only the closest observers will guess that dogbelch is.... dog_belch, but not, as cunty would have it, the_tuss, who was never me, at all. Who cares, eh? |
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Hey Dan. |
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Hey hey Shope! I keep an eye on you, I hope you're well. Sorry, like the fool returns to his folly, the dog_blech returns to his vomit. |
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If you were banned as "dog_belch" (were you?) I would assume that this new account will be closed shortly. The mods have to at least keep up some pretence of consistency. |
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Accept the contradiction. The truth is, I don't know whether the dog_belch account is closed, but I copied and pasted a random password and a fake email address so I can't log back into it as I don't know what .. is the password. I won't make a habit of coming here again, I've taken the hint, I just wondered why Mr Brazil, as lovely as they are, mentioned me. Probably just to spite me. |
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how are your website designs coming along? |
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I'm doing ok.. same as always i suppose. It's good to see you. Any new musics coming from way down south? |
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Bless you, you are kind. I've done stuff but it's all the same I'm afraid, no great advances. In the last couple of days though I struck up an alliance with a genius and she and I are putting together an "obscene folk electro" act with facistic undertones. I genuinely feel it's my calling in life and, after the one off, swastikered speedoed performance, I'll be able to do myself in, quite happily. |
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I think you're sexier without the underscore. |
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Certainly leaner. |
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some might say 'more compact'. |
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i dont know/like him but it IS kind of weird not seeing dog belch around. |
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he's a sexy bitch |
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finally a noob not asking for invites! i almost couldn't imagine it to be possible. |
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No, not to spite you—well okay, maybe there’s a little spitefulness here, but that had always been the preferred method in which one would have to communicate with you in. By your design of course, as it had become apparent that there was no way to be civil with you. But anyways… I just thought that it was a bit of a shame that you are no longer here and that most likely you will never be here again. That is, with a significant presence. You knew about music. You knew about electronic music. You made music. You made electronic music. Not a better fit possible with Xltronic one would think, but I suppose not. I enjoyed the few spats we had against one another, however short they were; and enjoyed a few more you had with other members. To me you were like Don Rickles, only witty and funny. I tell you what… Saturday I have planned a typical night of debauchery to smother my self-loathing, which, coincidentally, creates more self-loathing. I will drink and do drugs past all fathomable human limits; pushing the distance my shoddy body can go like that English white boy did so many years ago, running a mile under four minutes. I will travel from house to house meeting up with various faggots and dykes of the city and local suburbs; always in a basement with scant light filtering through a fog of exhaled smoke. I will choose or be chosen by a femme girl I usually don’t know, to spend the rest of the night with. A small group of other couples, some male, some female, but coupled same-sex, will drive through the night to higher, deserted ground. Now this is the important part, Dan… At about two in the morning, turn everything off. Get rid of all the noise around you. Create silence. And listen. LISTEN! Listen. Through the stagnate air of Chile. Over the podunk countries that fill in the space between you and me… I will be riding in the backseat of some shitty Toyota Corolla staring at my mobile…waiting...for 2am to flicker across its color screen. And exactly then will I thrust my upper body out the w |
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And exactly then will I thrust my upper body out the window, wielding a fist to night sky above, and yell… Listen. LISTEN! You just might hear the faint echo of something familiar carry through. For just an instant you might hear your name…dog_belch. |
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cara de mi culo |
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get a (constructive) hobby. |
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That's one of the most beautiful things I ever read. Twice this week , when I've felt not only below water, but sunken beneath the rotten sea bed, an unattaianble stranger has made an absurdly affecting gesture. I won't apologise for our spats as, I guess, they are more genuine than exchanging pleasantries. At 2am I'll still my barnacled, shellfish hear, hold my flooded lungs and will the tide to carry your cry. |
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I don't think it's a coincidence that smothering your self-loathing with shallow acts of debauchery creates more self-loathing. |
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when i play "ashes to ashes" i think of dogbelch :P :) :D |
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nice |
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I just read Mr Brazil's epic to the tune of some excellent electronic music, and I must say I also thought it was one of the most beautiful posts I've ever read. |
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