
September 15, 2007
This guy.....hey this is THE GUY. This guy right here. He's good. Makes me wish I WAS ALIVE.
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September 15, 2007
This guy.....hey this is THE GUY. This guy right here. He's good. Makes me wish I WAS ALIVE.
Unsu...
November 21, 2005
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September 21, 2005
ZANE. How can I explain? His prowess for killing humans remains unmatched. Watch your fucking back. And yet, deep inside this formidable opponent, there is an almost sensual and delicate core, inviting you ever closer to inspect. Then - whammo - you're iced. Cold hearted and very deadly. Watch out.
A true friend.
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You are not connected to ZANE
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I'm swine and plankton remember
Wed, May 7, 2008 - 10:12 PM
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that algae and the face it secretes (always remembering those sweating buildings and the burning cross of negation the face the face that foul mouth REASON those talking pimples remember being pressed to the grindstone swallowing swathes of universal mummy the cowardly factions that fell and followed those smooth-faced familiars remember - I'm ungovernable towers flesh piled up and impaled on the SCAR-FACE halting the whip and its slick sisters I swallow the witch and-organisms secreted by those frogs in their grave remember "the winding oceans' flight" those hourglass-fungi's fickleness those drugged dogs who promise that night'll fall that crawl like crayfish always braying like the alien ass remember sure remember remember those curves in the swelling-up matrices - I'm tribal a burning wet pole
swift cobblestones never-to-be-giants the tidepool congeals star-craft-flotsam conjoining reveries deaf-to-cleverness
Thu, April 17, 2008 - 10:52 PM
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ice flaps its wings I polish my foolishness just playing PROBABLY originally published at irgquthtp
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