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WhiteSquall8
He was standing on the high cliff of a mountain, sky is heavily clouded, the wind blows hard and the first drop of rain falls. His life flashed before his eyes, life was too real ... Hope was too Frail. There was only one thing left to do, yet there was still one question that he could not get off his mind. " What do you get when you cross a Owl with a Bungee cord" was all that he could think of. So on he walked... and sometimes, drove... and occasionally, partied all night with the desert creatures. His fingers Pointed, for he was a man with special needs. The long rubber glove was prepared. The last chapter was about to be written.
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jayleann
Actually comedy is a way to stress drama! For example 50 first dates was really good, because he tried everything to impress his beloved which was really funny, but the fatum followed all his ambitions as the dramatic part of the movie. I liked the idea very much. And i didn't even know what dinner for one was, before you have mentioned it. xD From tatu i like this song: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Dangerous-And-Moving-lyrics-T-A-T-U-TATU/EFE919FEF3E93BF948257075000822DB the most, and i think it has a good message! But i agree their lyrics aren't very deep at all. :> I wouldn't compare them to vast, amy winehouse or something.
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WhiteSquall8
Knock knock. Who's there? A cannibal. What?! You are about to die and be eaten. Asshole! I will murder you first!
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outof___context
Lol needless to say, I was feeling good when I wrote that. Your comparison cracked me up though.
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in_absentia
Lol yeah i'll admit they are a little bit gay. But if it's any consolation i don't listen to them much anymore ha.
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WhiteSquall8
" the coffee guy started Hitting on me after the twilight broke through the burning tree of life unfolding within the echos of shattered nickles in pain and sorrows of years to come from beyond the grey depths of the abyss through the orgy we had in the motherfucking fishtank of hopes and dreams in the vast space surrounding skeleton robots of things to come soaring higher towards the remnant shards of heavenly promises wasted on rats of houses and mice of streets embracing things I wanted to tell you without speaking or blinking endlessly in black and white whilst the epoch passed unaware of the horizon marching towards a universe of relapsing karma haunting the fate of men fighting to keep what is left of the undying screems of hunger and despair shouting to the grace of gods making the destiny of deformed lives unbearble to witness without getting high on preludes of anarchy splitting the sun in half like stardust lingering to erase our darkest avalanches of mortality AKA BALLS "
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