Posted: 4/30/2012 11:48:27 PM EDT
| The story. The story in which.. in which your zombies invaded. In which your fucktardes relegated. In switch, your ice skaters salivated. |
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I played tonight in Richmond a town I think is fine Tomorrow night is Dallas a long way down the line I played the towns through the winter and in the summer again This story has no meaning this story has no end I couldn't wait to be a big star to have fortune and fame I couldn't wait to make the records so everyone would know my name And when I finally made it I stopped and thought againThis story has no meaning this story has no end But life it isn't easy on this hard lonesome road
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This is more than booze, or you're just insane. Continue The Beam exulted, the beam through which we travel un halted We live on the Beam, like a bumbler treated llike the spiral unmalting. Is it weird that that made sense in a semi abstract way? Oh crap...I'm catching the crazy. |
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This is more than booze, or you're just insane. Continue The Beam exulted, the beam through which we travel un halted We live on the Beam, like a bumbler treated llike the spiral unmalting. Is it weird that that made sense in a semi abstract way? Oh crap...I'm catching the crazy. Yrs. You are cazy.Crazzy. Krozay. |
| As he stared into the eyes of the dragon, it's foul breath pooling around him like a ground fog made of rotten meat, Jorak the Destroyer hefted his giant, two bladed battleax and said the first thing that came to his mind,"Should I stock up on crossbow bolts before the election?" |
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The dragon queen resplendent, the jester coward, the fall of ice and the sky of fire. All central in the vortex swift, a tale forgotten, always told.
A girl crying in a field, the cat watches. Never forwards nor backwards. Always spinning sideways the angles come. |
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The Bitch Dragon was compassionite. The dragon queen resplendent, the jester coward, the fall of ice and the sky of fire. All central in the vortex swift, a tale forgotten, always told. A girl crying in a field, the cat watches. Never forwards nor backwards. Always spinning sideways the angles come.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Quoted: The zombies delegated. Fucktards promulgated. Paper electro-chemical exhausting sonic transmission conductor aluminum nature machine circulating tactile desire dream release. I saw you last night. But you didn't know I was there. I drank up your grog and ate all your bacon. Unspeakable things your couch did endure. When I was done and most traces erased... I stopped to leave a treasure, in your hair. |
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Motheeerfucker!!! Am I going to have google this fucking nonsense, or are you just drunk fucking retarded? I can only be gibberished trolled so many times per every 24 hours. ETA:http://www.ar15.com/forums/t_1_5/1317625_Messing_with_Telemarketers.html |
