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Untitled
Contributed by
slav_915
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Wednesday, 10th March 2004 @ 06:48:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
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It is the beast which haunts our lives each and every morning when we eat our toast and jam. Our evenings don't get frightened until the hunter comes to try and kill your dog. The paper boy throws anthrax as he zooms by and the magazine sellers on the street give you porn without you even knowing it.
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Re: Untitled
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by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 10th March 2004 @ 07:16:27 PM AEST
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| bizarre, refreshing, earthy, keep writing, and warm welcome to ypdc, hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: Untitled
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by God-Hates-Me on
Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 02:28:26 PM AEST
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| Intresting work, very refreshing. Fine write... |
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Re: Untitled
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by pixistix on
Monday, 29th August 2011 @ 09:25:00 AM AEST
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| i admit, this cracked me up(: |
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