Monday, April 27, 2009
Think of the children:
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- The Sweet Smell Of Success
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- Play That Kitteh Music, darkblack
- Right now over me
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- R.I.P, James Graham Ballard






5 Comments:
Sweet-friggin-Jaysus..McCain with hair??? ;p
Oh god, make them disappear. It's so painful listening to them slowly self-destruct. Go ahead boys, don't just shooting yourself in the foot, aim for your head instead.
Ha. Like Newt could carry a tune like Mike Scores.
Oh, wait.
Regards,
Tengrain
Hm. The fact that those 'wads are still movin' molecules makes your work more vibrant; so let them slowly... slowly... rot into oblivion.
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