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12-02-2013, 01:40 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue
And once again, the stage is set for you
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 01:45 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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As they nibble at the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain.
Only a magic... that a name would stain.
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 01:48 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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With the first drop of my blood in their veins, their faces are convulsed in mortal pain.
The fairest cries... "We all have loved you, Rael..."
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 01:50 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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Each empty snakelike body floats... silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room.
The sour harvest of a dying bloom.
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 01:52 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Looking for motion I know I will not find...
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 01:54 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 02:13 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
Posts: 71,678
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 02:18 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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"Is that what you heard?"
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 02:24 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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Oh, you say say I must be be crazy,
Because I don't care who I hit
Who I hit?
But I know that it's me that's hitting out,
and I'm not full of shit.
I don't care who I hurt
I don't care who I do wrong
This is your mess I'm stuck in
I really don't belong
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 02:27 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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When I take out my bottle
Filled up high with gasoline
You can tell by the night fires
Where Rael has been
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 02:30 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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You're sitting in your comfort
You don't believe I'm real
You cannot buy protection
From the way that I feel
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 02:32 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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Your progressive hypocrites
Hand out their trash
But it was mine in the first place,
So I'll burn it to ash
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 02:34 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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And I've tasted all the strongest meats
And laid them down in colored sheets
Laid them down
In colored sheets
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 02:36 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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Who...
needs the illusion
of love, and affection
when you're out walking in the street with your mainline connection?
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 02:40 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 03:25 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 03:27 AM
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Frederick Fucking Chopin
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Location: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake: rise now, and drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead!
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To those who listen: 
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I am but mad north-north-west:
When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
In the High School halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
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12-02-2013, 06:53 AM
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Literotica Guru
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The Lamb is my favorite album; I was lucky enough to see The Musical Box perform it in it's entirety Halloween of 2012. Not quite the same as seeing Pete and the boys perform it, but they were very, very good.
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"Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant for you. Hate. Hate." from 'I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream' by Harlan Ellison
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