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Hi, my name is Chris.
I live in crofton,MD(it's full of racists and rednecks but it's not so bad).
ummmm,the only message board i've been apart of is stile project forums and i dont post there because most of the people are rude jackasses.
These boards seem really cool and i hope to be around for awhile.
Thanks
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"The only thing with more brains than Kirk Cobain is the wall behind him."-Said by my best friend Ryan
I come and stand at every door. But no one hears my silent tread. I knock and yet remain unseen. For I am dead, for I am dead.I'm only seven although I died. In Hiroshima long ago. I'm seven now as I was then. When children die they do not grow.My hair was scorched by swirling flame. My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind. Death came and turned my bones to dust. And that was scattered by the wind.I need no fruit, I need no rice. I need no sweet, nor even bread. I ask for nothing for myself. For I am dead, for I am dead.All that I ask is that for peace. You fight today, you fight today. So that the children of this world. May live and grow and laugh and play.
-- Nazim Hikmet
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