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Scattered are the remants of tuesday's ghost

CaptainBurlapSax, Monday, 19 December 2011 03:53 (twelve years ago) link

Until you beat your chest to the rhythm of the snow queen don't shave your legs

CaptainBurlapSax, Monday, 19 December 2011 04:13 (twelve years ago) link

ran adrift the reign of Thunder Balls

CaptainBurlapSax, Monday, 19 December 2011 04:28 (twelve years ago) link

if you haven't been in a magazine, then you can't tell me anything about the law

Z S, Monday, 19 December 2011 04:38 (twelve years ago) link

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you

ledge, Monday, 19 December 2011 09:42 (twelve years ago) link

Ears are windows to the heart.

Billy Dods, Monday, 19 December 2011 11:41 (twelve years ago) link

Whipping shitties in the field is sure to grow next autumn's yield.

another suggestbanite (rusty flathead screwdriver), Monday, 19 December 2011 11:47 (twelve years ago) link

you can't read the leaves in a teabag

bloating forecast: ruff swells (p much resigned to deems), Monday, 19 December 2011 14:20 (twelve years ago) link


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