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May 10, 2007 18:44
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__cauterize
May 10 2007, 23:02:40 UTC
It's like a robot boy trying escape the chains that hold him to the ever moving forward machine that is constructed of steel, blood, and organs of the weak, the ever marching machine of hell and metal.
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onehopefulstar
May 12 2007, 14:34:57 UTC
Thomas Auty, you're the son I never had.
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lzqtip
July 6 2007, 03:21:33 UTC
that cute elephant butt is sitting next to me.
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