Posted: 6/30/2005, 5:08 pm
There's a needle drug in my fridge! 
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Posted: 6/30/2005, 8:29 pm
she was a dAAAAAaaaAAAAAAAy tripper
Posted: 7/10/2005, 5:34 pm
i wonder how my insanely-strict Jehova's Witness friend would react if i ever tell her that her favourite singer on the planet is supposedly practicing a form of Wicca. 
Posted: 7/10/2005, 5:46 pm
DOWN WITH THE MORAL MAJORITY!
Posted: 7/10/2005, 5:48 pm
AnnieDreams wrote:There's a needle drug in my fridge!
Don't do drugs!!
Posted: 7/10/2005, 8:34 pm
i hate it when bugs fly in my nose
Posted: 7/10/2005, 8:44 pm
That is annoying.
Posted: 7/10/2005, 8:47 pm
especially when im in the middle of a soccer game. or when they go in my mouth and i choke.
Posted: 7/10/2005, 8:55 pm
Ewww. That's horrible.
Posted: 7/10/2005, 8:59 pm
no no it's just wonderful.Posted: 7/10/2005, 9:15 pm
You forgot your [/sarcasm] 
What's the last line in sig from? The first is Seether feat and Amy lee-Broken, and the second is OLP-4am right?
What's the last line in sig from? The first is Seether feat and Amy lee-Broken, and the second is OLP-4am right?
Posted: 7/10/2005, 9:21 pm
too much kettle corn *sick*
Posted: 7/10/2005, 9:31 pm
imagine falling into sharded dreams through a thin veil of hope. consider how frail hope is and the artsmanship and construction that goes into weaving even a small portion of it. now picture this streteched across a limitless horizon...and you tear through ripping it to shreads.
it calls to me, brother. it calls.
the wisp wailing of despair that echos forever inside my caverns. the violence superimposed on the world in flashes of desolate revelation that hold me forever asunder from those unmarred by bombardment of such a nature. some people, i have been told, cannot conceive of the things i picture. the death and mayham and carnage that plauge my thoughts while i wake and my dreams when i slumber. and i envy them sometimes...and i disbelieve them sometimes. for is not destruction at the very nature of existance?
tick....tank....tock
deathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeath
it calls to me, brother. it calls.
the wisp wailing of despair that echos forever inside my caverns. the violence superimposed on the world in flashes of desolate revelation that hold me forever asunder from those unmarred by bombardment of such a nature. some people, i have been told, cannot conceive of the things i picture. the death and mayham and carnage that plauge my thoughts while i wake and my dreams when i slumber. and i envy them sometimes...and i disbelieve them sometimes. for is not destruction at the very nature of existance?
tick....tank....tock
deathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeath
Posted: 7/10/2005, 11:48 pm
Train roll on...
Posted: 7/11/2005, 12:35 am
gah, i'm burning. sorta.
Posted: 7/11/2005, 1:29 am
little trouble girl........
sha la la
sha la la
sha la la
sha la la
Posted: 7/11/2005, 7:19 pm
You're a vampire! Can't you see? That the winds will change!
Posted: 7/11/2005, 8:37 pm
SALEM'S LOT!
Posted: 7/12/2005, 4:00 pm
Sworn To Fun, Loyal To None.
Posted: 7/12/2005, 6:39 pm
why don't presidents fight the war? why do they always send the poor?