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ummm beer is awesome |
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i'm a dirty slut with greasy black hair i like to smoke and spit and swear. i think i'm arty, i think i'm hip i got a piercing in my lip. i met this guy in a bar, we ended up snogging outside spa. i thought he tried to sedate me, it must've worked; he'd gone and raped me. |
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a fine example |
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This one nihgt I was on a cahtroom amd it was liek full of retards. And u kno wut I said? U tlak like a buncha fagits. Then tehy were all liek 'asl'? But u kno wut? I sed I was an old creepy guy, and everybody stopped ttalkgin right agfter. Fcukign morons. |
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Oh Trent Reznor Fuck me in the ass You don't care that I'm ugly or that I spend all day eating ice-cream and watchen telly |
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Just When Everything Was Making Sense You Took Away All My Self-confidence Now All That I've Been Hearing Must Be True I Guess I'm Not The Only Boy For You But That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get How Could You Turn Me Into This? After You Just Taught Me How To Kiss You I Told You I'd Never Say Goodbye Now I'm Slipping On The Tears You Made Me Cry But That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get Why Does It Come As A Surprise To Think That I Was So Naive Maybe Didn't Mean That Much But It Meant Everything To Me That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get That's What I Get |
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-- trent reznor, master 14 year old girl poet. |
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what a loser |
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that's what you say now, but just wait. one day, he's going to make it big. |
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The experience and emotions tied to listening to Kid A are like witnessing the stillborn birth of a child while simultaneously having the opportunity to see her play in the afterlife on Imax. |
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I question the significance and second the opinion it just makes me want to dance and kill a pigeon |
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rhymes cry and die (and later lie) then soul hole and old (old kinda works if you say it funny) smears self in menustral blood, screams "daddy! daddy! why'd you do it?!!!!" (Id so have issues if I was a 14yr old girl) |
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all night i ponder. all night i wonder. all night i'm.... LOOKING FOR THE PERFECT BEAT(afrika bambaataa) |
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived: For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead. |
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Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those! So true a fool is love, that in your Will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. |
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*claps* |
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rot rot rot and decay that's all that people say they are not and cannot see that they are the ones being miserable |
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holy shit! if i didn't know better i'd say y'all are a buncha sissy la la foo foo girly men who cry for their mommies and suck their thumbs. but it's ok i know you're really not. |
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