'Mine desilusions acquainted,
Bubbles erotica,
Plutonium wedding rings,
Icicles stretching,
Bicycles, shoestrings,
One flag, flaggy but one,
Painting the paintings of the alive.'
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Thu 4 Sep 2003, 0:49,
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Bubbles erotica,
Plutonium wedding rings,
Icicles stretching,
Bicycles, shoestrings,
One flag, flaggy but one,
Painting the paintings of the alive.'
"Mine desilusions acquainted,
Bubbles erotica,
Plutonium wedding rings,
Icicles stretching,
Bicycles, shoestrings,
One flag, flaggy but one,
Painting the paintings of the alive."
it's an obscure language called english.
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Thu 4 Sep 2003, 0:50,
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Bubbles erotica,
Plutonium wedding rings,
Icicles stretching,
Bicycles, shoestrings,
One flag, flaggy but one,
Painting the paintings of the alive."
it's an obscure language called english.
Its from a System of a Down song that I was just listening to.
Songs called "I-E-A-I-A-I-O".
Just wondered if anyone knew what the fuck they were on about.
Sorry, its lodged in my brain at the moment and I cant get it out until I know what the hell they're saying.
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Thu 4 Sep 2003, 0:52,
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Songs called "I-E-A-I-A-I-O".
Just wondered if anyone knew what the fuck they were on about.
Sorry, its lodged in my brain at the moment and I cant get it out until I know what the hell they're saying.
hahah poor child.
Dont worry, those hairs are *meant* to grow there. You'll get used to them. :)
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Thu 4 Sep 2003, 0:57,
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Dont worry, those hairs are *meant* to grow there. You'll get used to them. :)
just to find out which one grows.
it's a secret no one knoooooooooooooooooooowss...
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it's a secret no one knoooooooooooooooooooowss...
I, Hugo, will give Witchy
tons of cash
new clothes
personal transport
a flag
and some pickchaz.
Free.
Or summat.
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Thu 4 Sep 2003, 0:51,
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tons of cash
new clothes
personal transport
a flag
and some pickchaz.
Free.
Or summat.
out in the garden? Fetch the barbeque, I've got the matches!
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My eye like a noisegate the number 8 frustrate and I roll to the floor fruit
to the fruit to the core of a spheroid embedded in my skull the round the
zero the symbol of null and void and well I toyed with the concept of
vitamin B-12 the synapse the synapse it feeds itself on a nutrient
contained in sunlight the blink the lid the fight to snap open
Moving up to the double M 2000 I eat up a decade like a flan your turn of
the century turn it up turn it up clock seconds to the hour go and cash the
millenium Um Um and it hums like a migraine to the brain in the time yet
remaining but uh ah melancholy nonsense and I crack nouns brotherfuck
the verb tense
Recombination, then Viacom, Safeway
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Thu 4 Sep 2003, 0:56,
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to the fruit to the core of a spheroid embedded in my skull the round the
zero the symbol of null and void and well I toyed with the concept of
vitamin B-12 the synapse the synapse it feeds itself on a nutrient
contained in sunlight the blink the lid the fight to snap open
Moving up to the double M 2000 I eat up a decade like a flan your turn of
the century turn it up turn it up clock seconds to the hour go and cash the
millenium Um Um and it hums like a migraine to the brain in the time yet
remaining but uh ah melancholy nonsense and I crack nouns brotherfuck
the verb tense
Recombination, then Viacom, Safeway
A slice of life a piece of mind
laid on a plate of mankind
I'll take the key from the gravy
and unlock the cage that holds the ravens in
What's it like flying high?
I've a cone for a beak, but the tar makes me cry
That holds me together, Tarred and feathered
Breathing.... Hoping for the day
The radio and Television's thrown the rest away
Oh dear me!, look who's come around
Now all I have to do is hide my body in the ground
It's all I have to do
When they who to the sea go down
And in the waters ply their toil
Are lifted on the surges crown
And plunged where seething eddies boil
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laid on a plate of mankind
I'll take the key from the gravy
and unlock the cage that holds the ravens in
What's it like flying high?
I've a cone for a beak, but the tar makes me cry
That holds me together, Tarred and feathered
Breathing.... Hoping for the day
The radio and Television's thrown the rest away
Oh dear me!, look who's come around
Now all I have to do is hide my body in the ground
It's all I have to do
When they who to the sea go down
And in the waters ply their toil
Are lifted on the surges crown
And plunged where seething eddies boil