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02-24-2005, 03:58 PM
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From the dirt back to the sky
Jack be jill.
Jill be a pill . Pill be the one who skeems kill. Kill acts to die. Die the first cousin of cry. Cry opens up the wounds , from the dirt back to the sky.
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03-19-2005, 05:04 AM
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Fucking CLassic Dood
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04-03-2005, 08:27 AM
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nice experimentation here. I'd love to check out what else you got up your sleeves man.
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