the memories fire, the rhythm falls slow....
-Mike
Certified Mad Doctor and HoP High Priest of Nutella
A buckuht n a hooze! -Valura
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Help! My personality got stuck in this signature machine and I cant get it out!
"I want brown bread... no, that is diesel oil..."
"So I was raised in Europe, where History comes from ..."
"NON !!! La Plume de mon oncle n est pas Bingibangibungi !!!"
Pele
Higher, higher burning fire...making music like a choir
"Oooh look! A pub!" -exclaimed after recovering from a stupid fall
"And for the decadence of art, nothing beats a roaring fire." -TMK
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Im in a lonely battle with the world with a fish to match the chip on my shoulder. Gnu in Binnu in a cnu
This is a post by tom, all spelling is deleberate
-><- Kallisti
It was a day for screaming at inanimate objects.
What this calls for is a special mix of psychology and extreme violence...
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It was a day for screaming at inanimate objects.
What this calls for is a special mix of psychology and extreme violence...
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But there's no sense crying over every mistake. You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
TAJ "boat mummy." VALURA "yes sweetie you went on a boat, was daddy there with you?" TAJ "no, but monkey on boat" VALURA "well then sweetie, Daddy WAS there with you"
-Mike
Certified Mad Doctor and HoP High Priest of Nutella
A buckuht n a hooze! -Valura
Come faeries, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame.
- W B Yeats