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Think

Member since 2002 · Posted 6 Jun 2002 · 3 comments

I think therefore Or not to be My mind shall someday Come to see The error of Games we play Disappears from Yesterday Now my eyes Do hear the sounds Of children running From the hounds In their fright They cannot know It's all just hot dogs On a TV show So to be Therefore I am Not the door to leave But a withholding dam

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[2] -=SeTTle=- 16-Jul-02/10:30 PM Reply
Why do you build me up, build me up, necroscope baby, just to let me down and mess me around with that piece of shit last line there (?)
[n/a] ==Doylum 2-Nov-03/8:09 AM Reply
Ha ha ha aha h ahja ah fuckin excellent!
[9] Jeremi B. Handrinos 2-Nov-03/10:43 AM Reply
Yep!