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Then there is no "end" since you still exist. Existing is not a destination, rather an ongoing journey.
You see, mommies and daddies have certain... feelings for each other...
I ain't got no daddie, you knows this
Tae Kwon Leep is not a path to a door, but a road leading ever toward the horizon.
True, but you didn't arrive by immaculate conception...
Or did you?
Or did you?
Ok, this whole chain is getting seriously surreal and beyond fucked up
do you want to invision my mom having sex? I sure the hell don't.
It is wrong to tip the vessel of knowledge.
I wouldn't know, I'm generally not allowed it.
Well, she does have that 4-poster bed...
Yeah. I've been having moments weeks like that.
I've been asking myself that very same question.
I think it's time for us to steal a car, fill it with booze and whores and drive to Vegas.
I think it's time for us to steal a car, fill it with booze and whores and drive to Vegas.
How many times must I live this tragedy
How many more lies will they tell me
All I want is the same as everyone
Why am I here, and for how long
And I raise my head and stare
Into the eyes of a stranger
I've always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away
From the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what
Lies behind the stare
-Eyes Of A Stranger Lyrics
by Queensryche
How many more lies will they tell me
All I want is the same as everyone
Why am I here, and for how long
And I raise my head and stare
Into the eyes of a stranger
I've always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away
From the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what
Lies behind the stare
-Eyes Of A Stranger Lyrics
by Queensryche
nonono... you don't sip from the vessel of knolwedge, you steal it, and taker a monster swig before anyone can stop you. Dang it!
Send me a postcard, and be careful around cliffs.
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
They better be cute whores.
When are we leaving?
When are we leaving?
Several years hockey obsession, even longer furry pron craze, sex, mucking, marriage, an infatuation with a certain director, kissing girls, a dozen trips to rocky horror with a side of ren faire and carbon leaf. Mix it all together with some of the most fucked up friends (some in a good way.. some in a bad way) and you've got a datahawk.
Somebody supplied the tadpoles, and I'm sure a turkey baster wasn't involved.
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