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Disciple D is Offline

   

Live dangerously -- build your cities on the slopes of Vesuvius: FN
"I watched the greatest minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked..." Howl Pt. 1, By Alan Ginsburg.
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Regards,
Disciple D
www.mp3.com/DJFienD

Raziel is Offline

   

AbbaZabba is Offline

   

~*~AbbaZabba, you're my only friend~*~"

Grass. Kneel down upon the earth, and gaze ever so closely at the grass. If you were to pluck one, you would notice a change in your view. Step back, and it looks no different than before. You plucked out that blade, ended its life, but as you look at the big picture you realize that single blade didn’t mean a damn, because there is an entire field just like it. Human life… just blades of grass in a field.

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this living hand, now warm and capable of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold and in the icy silence of the tomb,
so haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
that thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
so in my veins red life might stream again,
and thou be conscience-calmed -see,
here it is - i hold it towards you.
john keats

Disciple D is Offline

   

Live dangerously -- build your cities on the slopes of Vesuvius: FN
"I watched the greatest minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked..." Howl Pt. 1, By Alan Ginsburg.
___________________________________
Regards,
Disciple D
www.mp3.com/DJFienD

Dark Messiah is Offline

   

When people talk of the freedom of writing, speaking or thinking I cannot choose but laugh. No such thing ever existed. No such thing now exists; but I hope it will exist. But it must be hundreds of years after you and I shall write and speak no more.

- John Adams

Dark Messiah is Offline

   

When people talk of the freedom of writing, speaking or thinking I cannot choose but laugh. No such thing ever existed. No such thing now exists; but I hope it will exist. But it must be hundreds of years after you and I shall write and speak no more.

- John Adams

me,myself and i is Offline

   

you would know woudnt you.
extending your hand to those who suffer, to those who know what it realy feels like, to those who've had a taste like that means somthing. and oh so sick i am. but maby i dn't have a choice, maby this is all i have, maby this is a cry for help.

trent reznor

me,myself and i is Offline

   

you would know woudnt you.
extending your hand to those who suffer, to those who know what it realy feels like, to those who've had a taste like that means somthing. and oh so sick i am. but maby i dn't have a choice, maby this is all i have, maby this is a cry for help.

trent reznor

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breathe, there's nothing left to lose. . .

me,myself and i is Offline

   

you would know woudnt you.
extending your hand to those who suffer, to those who know what it realy feels like, to those who've had a taste like that means somthing. and oh so sick i am. but maby i dn't have a choice, maby this is all i have, maby this is a cry for help.

trent reznor

JadeFlame25 is Offline

   

breathe, there's nothing left to lose. . .

me,myself and i is Offline

   

you would know woudnt you.
extending your hand to those who suffer, to those who know what it realy feels like, to those who've had a taste like that means somthing. and oh so sick i am. but maby i dn't have a choice, maby this is all i have, maby this is a cry for help.

trent reznor

JadeFlame25 is Offline

   

breathe, there's nothing left to lose. . .

me,myself and i is Offline

   

you would know woudnt you.
extending your hand to those who suffer, to those who know what it realy feels like, to those who've had a taste like that means somthing. and oh so sick i am. but maby i dn't have a choice, maby this is all i have, maby this is a cry for help.

trent reznor

JadeFlame25 is Offline

   

breathe, there's nothing left to lose. . .

red anna is Offline

   

this living hand, now warm and capable of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold and in the icy silence of the tomb,
so haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
that thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
so in my veins red life might stream again,
and thou be conscience-calmed -see,
here it is - i hold it towards you.
john keats

JadeFlame25 is Offline

   

breathe, there's nothing left to lose. . .

red anna is Offline

   

this living hand, now warm and capable of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold and in the icy silence of the tomb,
so haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
that thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
so in my veins red life might stream again,
and thou be conscience-calmed -see,
here it is - i hold it towards you.
john keats