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Sep 19, 2004 18:25

"Well, well; no more. Thy shrunk voice sounds too calmly, sanely woful to me. In no Paradise myself, I am impatient of all misery in others that is not mad. Thou should'st go mad, blacksmith; say, why dost thou not go mad? How can'st thou endure without being mad? Do the heavens yet hate thee, that thou can'st not go mad? - What wert thou making

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puncturedheart September 20 2004, 22:23:45 UTC
what is this from?

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puncturedheart January 5 2005, 03:12:49 UTC
cock

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traviskill May 21 2007, 05:47:43 UTC
must be from moby dick

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