answer me these: Why is it that what I haul is 90% SUV. And how much petroleum goes into maufacturing a whirl its her?

Obviously, you've never had your groin run-over by a tractor. For if you had, you would never tell with such high zest, to turnips ardent for some desperate glory, the old lie: "pain is but a fleeting jest, and underpants tell stories" Pain doesn't exist? It's just you thinking you are hurt? Pain is an experience, buddy. I don't think any of your magical physicists or philospophers are denying the existence of experience.

Round here we used to think our media was lies But for comic relief we now switch to Fox News Right now a country is importing 'democracy' So that they can have another puppet regime oops elected govt.

"In my head... the laughter comes again And the voices that compel me to hunt ...To think the unthinkable... ...Commit the unspeakable... I wait for the dark, weapons at my side Talons of demons from which you can't hide I look for prey as the night is falling I smell their scent, their blood is calling Beyond all morality into insanity I plunge my knife in you again and again Torture your corpse before it's cold I seek to devour your life and soul Scream if you want no-one will hear you All your tears will not save your life Your dying body will be mine to use I cut out your weakness with my knife Through my blood shifts a hate I can't resist Take my vengeance on your naked corpse I celebrate your death, (your) life extinguished Hail Horror Hail! 'Kill for me, just kill for me' Every dark corner seems to know my name The voices grow louder in their infamy Your fear is my pleasure, death just a game Beyond all morality into insanity I plunge my knife in you again and again Torture your corpse before it's cold I seek to devour your life and soul Shall I hold your funeral? Cast petals upon your soft white breasts? To settle amongst the drying blood Like all the rest, like all the rest... The slience of the night shall be your requiem There'll be only one mourner at your funeral ...I celebrate your death... ...As I lay you to rest... The blood on my hands is a sign of divinity I am not a beast, I am a God! I'll rape your soul like your virginity Judgement will be done... Death is what I give, I need to live To laugh at despair, to smile at grief Rejoice, I leave you no other choice I have death's face, the Devil's voice". I especially am found of the group photo. Thanks, now I have music to cook to in the morning again, and something interesting to talk about at my next MENSA meeting.

obviousely, darky, you are not a disturbed individual. For if you were, you would not believe in crying. I don't. I don't believe in pain. I don't believe that poeple can hurt you only you can hurt yourself and the only sure fire way to be hurt is to inflict pain on your slef. What if it never was true what you see? or feel? Or hear.There fore, if there is no pain then why remember what happened. If it exists to no one then why acknowledge it's existance. praise schroedinger and his fucking feline. I use it as a metaphore. how can you know something exists if you put it in a box. you don't even know if it's in the box....let me know if you can even grasp the basic theory I speak of. No pain exists it is just you thinking you are hurt.

I hate Linkin Park. But I do love limeade. How did you know?

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Thanks. Encarta is worthless on poetic details. I dug up some stuff on the net. the info was way over my head and the poems were written in english lettered arabic sooooo. With all due respect, I'm gonna finish tryin' to monkey proper with the villanelle, first.

Yeah, because there are different ways to do them, and I wouldn't want you to go to k before a. Have fun with a new structure for a change. Nentwined will be forced to add them to the list of structures soon.

caint say that I am. this must be.... Care to splain alittle or shall I consult the mighty Encarta?