seems like a good idea ummmm |
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I think there was a thread like this before, but I couldn't find it so: |
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Super profundo on the early eve of your day
seems like a good idea ummmm |
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"There are two types of people in this world, people who think there are two types of people, and people who don't."
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click. faint. baited breath. death. cabdiver. knight in shining amour. hate. strife.flaming catapault, faulted lines. divine crimes. sinologists. carl jung. book of the dead. he said what?! |
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“If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange these apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange these ideas, then each of us will have two ideas.” (or better yet: three...)
George Bernard Shaw
No theory, no ready-made system, no book that has ever been written will save the world. I cleave to no system. I am a true seeker. - Mikhail Bakunin
one more, because my mind went blank pretty quick the last time. |
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“If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange these apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange these ideas, then each of us will have two ideas.” (or better yet: three...)
George Bernard Shaw
No theory, no ready-made system, no book that has ever been written will save the world. I cleave to no system. I am a true seeker. - Mikhail Bakunin
drifting portions of lymphnodes caress a bucket of peanut butter beautifully. sea of tea, sacred shrouds, burial mounds. tits tits and more tits. empty flowing sowing. mowing the lawn naked, rake it, fake it, make it. |
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“If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange these apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange these ideas, then each of us will have two ideas.” (or better yet: three...)
George Bernard Shaw
No theory, no ready-made system, no book that has ever been written will save the world. I cleave to no system. I am a true seeker. - Mikhail Bakunin
Never remember to try again todays the day isnt it time you went your own way? |
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I never wanted peace kind men there you fire just swell grow mince tree danger never in the fading pale was like this have friend but no fear always burning nice analytical bear rug force snowing sky always. |
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pie |
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I just came to be that I want it if there is a way but you don't cry when it hurts so I'll just let it be why can't there be trouble in the day of the thing (I lost it there) |
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HAHAHA death to the smileys and death to thos e who oppose the rule of the grand king macbeth. Why must the buttons on the bottoms of the children be sent hurling towards the black sky filled with snow. The black molasses slides down the lips of the tyrants, turning to blood. When the clock struck two the birds fell from the sky as the sky cracked open with a shreik of terror. Macfhinegun bullets fly through the air and a sunday sail turns deadly. Machines crunch material into inscrutable shaps whose function is unknon like the nature of the universe. Handles on doorknobs in clouds of white powder cry out to the cold stars above. |
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Super profundo on the early eve of your day
Tee see pie! |
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“What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call 'thought'” -Hume
feign the brickabrack smack. with a hey ho, and skip dip dibby. liberal bastards eat pootang, and elves shouldn't hem. |
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“If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange these apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange these ideas, then each of us will have two ideas.” (or better yet: three...)
George Bernard Shaw
No theory, no ready-made system, no book that has ever been written will save the world. I cleave to no system. I am a true seeker. - Mikhail Bakunin
Scangiddy wop wop the half assed mankind that litters the streets with rage. Ever building I require sustainance to breed. Hateful vengence be bestowed upon all who would wrangle with the dead. Zombies. Mutant zombies with rip torn features and maniacal demons spray disease and pestilence. Proud we stand on our high top mountain, ever searching, ever hopeful, vendetta never paid, and letting go. The air takes us, carrying us on a long journey through darkness, but with it comes peace. Play along, and take flight. |
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Admit nothing, deny everything, make counter accusations.
moose |
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“What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call 'thought'” -Hume
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