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Sadness
OiNK is gone. OiNK is done.
OiNK has died. OiNK is dead.
October twenty-third, 2007 is now the most disastrous and saddening day in music history. Anyone with love for music and that had the luck of being an OiNK member surely is bereaved.
It only gets worse. -
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there are people out there who like to find you to make you down. don't find them. -
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Hello old world, I miss you. -
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I have shaved my face numerous times and will continue the convention.
Does anyone enjoy GameBreaking? -
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I am not shaving my face again.
August 11th, 2005. -
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Science or art? Ocean and air. Where can you throw yourself, thrust yourself, lose yourself? In either, ripples may fell towers, shatter crystal, become lost the maelstrom. Fade into sinking depths. Echo back and die. Stand on shoulders and scream. Skip a stone into horizon infinite. Desperate to side between this pair, and another pair leaks it ( Read more... ) -
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an old song that fueled life echoed back in hollowed tide. so where are we taking me? shivered watered eyes just blinking spots--let's just pick one and move and not find any lines. we can spiral there, where we were with our eyes closed, painted scenes into our mind. this time will end time. to stop is only to sleep; we may walk, now sit, lie and ( Read more... ) -
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1.23.05 x3:45 PM Focus Calculate to a point. Now stare. Do not move a breath, pulse or waver until the point envelops you and beats to your rhythm. Motionless and free, it can float and glide through any substance ( Read more... ) -
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It was written once that our aim was to reduce the size of mice ( Read more... )