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06-09-2005, 06:42 AM
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Crazy
Location: Belgium
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HARD PORE CORN
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Amerika by Franz Kafka “As Karl Rossman, a poor boy of sixteen who had been packed off to America by his parents because a servant girl had seduced him and got herself a child by him, stood on the liner slowly entering the harbour of New York, a sudden burst of sunshine seemed to illumine the Statue of Liberty, so that he saw it in a new light, although he had sighted it long before. The arm with the sword rose up as if newly stretched aloft, and round the figure blew the free winds of heaven.” |
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06-15-2005, 02:19 PM
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Minion of the scaléd ones
Location: Northeast Jesusland
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"Now didn't you just say you got off being juked with a baby octopus and spewed upon with creamed corn, and that your hairy dyko bass-playing girlfriend had to have it with a yoo-hoo bottle or she went apeshit?"
"It's all true, Howie, and sometimes I even dig it with a Dr. Brown's Cream Soda, or Cel-Ray. But we are Not Groupies!"
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Light a man a fire, and he will be warm while it burns. Set a man on fire, and he will be warm for the rest of his life. |
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