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god those fucking katos are just really rad looking..like really check it out in non photo form...ul see i promise...yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul I want to leave, you will not miss me I want to go down in musical history Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck I've got the twenty-first century breathing down my neck I must move fast, you understand me I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly Fame, fame, fatal fame It can play hideous tricks on the brain But still I'd rather be famous than righteous or holy Any day, any day, any day But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill I want to live and I want to love I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way and it corrodes my soul Oh, I didn't realize that you wrote poetry I didn't realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask You are a flatulent pain in the ass I do not mean to be so rude Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly Oh, give us your money

Satsumas...

I dreaded sunny days*** so I meet you at the cemetery gates*** Keats and Yeats are on your side*** I dreaded sunny days*** so I meet you at the cemetery gates*** Keats and Yeats are on your side*** while Wilde is on mine*** So we go inside and we gravely read the stones*** all those people all those lives*** where are they now ?*** with loves, and hates*** and passions just like mine*** they were born*** and then they lived and then they died*** which seems so unfair*** and I want to cry*** You say: "ere thrice the sun hath done salutation to the dawn"*** and you claim these words as your own*** but I've read well, have heard them said*** a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)*** if you must write prose and poems*** the words you use should be your own*** don't plagiarise or take on "loan"*** there's always someone, somewhere*** with a big nose, who knows*** and who trips you up and laughs*** when you fall*** who'll trip you up and laugh*** when you fall*** You say: "ere long done do does did "*** words which could only be your own*** and then you produce the text*** from whence was ripped*** (some dizzy whore, 1804)*** I dreaded sunny days*** so let's go where we're happy*** so I meet you at the cemetery gates*** Keats and Yeats are on your side*** I dreaded sunny days*** so let's go where we're wanted*** so I meet you at the cemetery gates*** Keats and Yeats are on your side*** but you lose*** because Wilde is on mine

That looks fucking dope.......

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Freezing chains!!!!!!!

Jeloe!

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Rad shit

A blunt?

Hot not hit

I challenge you sir!!!

Really it's a pretty hard photo to get, if anyone can get that I will greatly appreciate it.

Goddamn just god fucking damn

Seagull, thank you for the repost of our flicks. It's greatly appreciated, as well as critisisms. Unfortunately until you post your flicks your word means nothing.

Hod in the house

Just take some time and get to know her. If you like her you will take note to her likes and dislikes . most if the time you won't need to spend money. Honestly just think from ur heart. Love isn't 12 oz it's real life. Drop your macho crap and man up to the challenge of romance and women. Straight listening foreal is all it takes. That's me though