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Jun 07, 2004 00:52

People were sad. They formed a village and called it Happy Happy. Everything was painted blue: the houses, the cows, their clothes dyed blue. All was sweetness and lights until he saw a vision of children, dancing outside a chimney, rain beneath a silk curtain. From that point on Mr. Carpainter was a saint, a prophet, a messenger of God. His ( Read more... )

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really good honkeymagoo June 9 2004, 06:22:16 UTC
I like your stuff and I noticed I'm on your friends list. Do I know you? Good stuff thought its cool

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lostinyourxeyes June 9 2004, 06:22:49 UTC
yeah i definatly have no idea who you are, so it'd be muchly appreciated if you'd take me off your frineds like, AWW THANKS! <3

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aruta June 9 2004, 07:57:43 UTC
Dear Molly,

I saw your name in my friend-list, and the awful thought reached my poor brain - didn't you mistaken? I'm russian, creasy russian guy. Do you know some russians? I'm sure, you don't. We are like in RedHot with Arny, wild, cruel, cold, muscle.
I wonder, what you hope to find in my strange notices to God? :)
In great interest, sincerely me,

aruta&all that

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dma June 9 2004, 09:36:43 UTC
Your userpic is SUPERB. Laughed about 15 minutes :)

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ex_viivi104 June 9 2004, 13:27:51 UTC
Who are you and why did you add me to your list? could please remove my name from your list...

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