Holy shit this thread is fly.
Pull the needle out of my eye.
Fuck a ghost, it's time to die.
Resistance crushed, tie and tie.
Slowly exhale, why try and vie?
For naught, lesser heights I try,
and peddle simple rhymes, I ply.
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I smash things in my sleep uruk-hai ...and I'll look low. Now where'd they go?,
Fri 19 Dec 2008, 2:38,
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