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Senior Member
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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: At the bottom of a bottle
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Feb 4th, 2003, 04:05 PM
Doctor cure me, what is the cause of my condition? This madness shoots me like bullets smashing glass in a silent movie. I'm a trap without a spring, a temple with no god, a jack without an ace, the tip of your tongue. I'm a promise, an unmailed letter, an unbuilt motor, deck without a joker, creeping gray memory, I am incomplete.
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Dead nerds can't say no...
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