But now it is out of me.
Stolen like a Getty Image. The tiny little dreams I had.
Cease and desist they cry!
Sir, you can stick that $900 up your clacker.
My dreams are not yours for the buying; aren't there for the taking.
They have slipped out my ears, run away like the Jews.
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Max Gross
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Sometimes I lie in bed, trying to make sense of life's paradox: all that lives must die. You, me, everyone we know. Going to die. Reasons to be cheerful? A futile exercise. Sometimes I fall asleep. That's the risk you take when you close your eyes. Bugger the Jesus cult. The past 2010 years prove all that dies remains dead. Enjoy what you can while you can and try not to damage the furniture. |
Ricardovitz
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Y'all sees my name thar, boys and girls? Folks in yer country want me ta lead y'all to a new dawn. Yessiree, I'm fixin to bring yer lost freedom back to the good folks of Australia. All you gotta do is give me your blessed vote. |
Backdoor Man
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Send over Captain Pierre?  or maybe 6 pack Annie - need a photo - would probably be a good match - a match in hell |
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