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Once there were four strings The first was a little long, so he sounded too slow The others laughed at him, but he knew his sound was his own. The Second of the strings She was a little short, so while she sounded too high She just enjoyed that high, friends, till she touched the sky. I don't know bout the others The Whiskey Just Hit 420 |
# ? Jun 28, 2014 04:05 |
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# ? May 28, 2024 04:41 |
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make some posts that are less than 15 words and maybe ill read them |
# ? Jun 28, 2014 04:08 |
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What is War? To first perceive of War itself, one must imagine himself. For without Man, there is no War. The conflicts inside of you are inconceivably amplified in the genetic differences one calls "Others". Truly the War of Man begins with the "Me", "I", or "Us" pitted against the projection of our darkest shadows, the so called "Others". To dissolute War, the people of this branch of genetics must understand that which leads to conflict, the War within us all. or we could just shooot another shot, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo lets go |
# ? Jun 28, 2014 04:37 |