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Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
Well, dear little friend, how you have grown! Grown to make my mistakes all on your own You know what I am, you should have known It may be my fault and the seeds that I've sown Don't you think I know what you mean by snow on the phone? Or see your eyes are sharply glazed and glow like stone? Why your jaw gyrates and the grind never stops like a mill? Why you chatter non-stop in time with the clock with a will? Don't you think I can see your dilated eyes all red, black and white? Or the way that your temper frays and files while you start a fight? Can you now call me a disgrace when you can't feel your face? Welcome to the chemical waste that you will soon come to hate almost as much as yourself. "The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun." One God by The Beautiful South [This message has been edited by Triskaidekaphobia (10-03-2006 09:04 AM).] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Triskaidekaphobia Beware the thirteenth Shield it may break you lance. LOL Enjoyed the read |
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