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In the spring a young man ILM's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love skunk rock punk paste big beat.
Pick a line.
Poll Results
| Option | Votes |
| Massive delusions? Very probably. | 3 |
| Allstars takin' over... | 1 |
| Hardcore punk paste. | 1 |
| Quite frankly I'm sickened to have this individual infiltrate my headspace. | 1 |
| I fear for my safety. | 1 |
| Stricken with grief, i have no choice but to turn to lethal toxins | 0 |
| I insist we barter with the moon to sell the patients cohesive lyrical maps in exchange for a vision of the future. | 0 |
| I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks, clowns, fools, sycophants and the desperate. | 0 |
| He is as weak as his fellow man. | 0 |
| as the clock spits, clicks, and time speeds by in the form of a neon snake. | 0 |
| He talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second, | 0 |
| He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats. | 0 |
| he is determined to obtain the new drone spiders' trophy. | 0 |
| and being force-fed gallons of viscous demented liquor, | 0 |
| Despite his newly installed varnished brain, | 0 |
| The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered. | 0 |
| Dear god, | 0 |
― chord simple (j.o.n.a), Monday, 30 March 2009 13:15 (sixteen years ago)
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