

LifeSpiralling away, lost in the dark text, Life twists this way and that, never the same, I am a lost actor, forever hexed, Bound to this play, but without any fame. Fateful words have already been written, Controlling everything around us, We all play our parts, our purpose hidden, Act when we're told to, do not make a fuss. We are all but meek and feeble actors, Granted nought any power by masters, Playwrights can open or close our doors, I want the power they wield, like bastards. Life is but a play, in it's cursed making, All I need is to control it's waking.  Life
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I've missed your incredible predictability.
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How Many Inquisitor's Does it Take to Screw in a lightbulb?
Three!
One to call it heretical!
One to deny its existence!
One to screw it in!
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Here's to us shmoes working for the man, albeit a beautiful, sexy, female man.
So, basically, a random stalker. xD
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How Many Inquisitor's Does it Take to Screw in a lightbulb?
Three!
One to call it heretical!
One to deny its existence!
One to screw it in!
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Here's to us shmoes working for the man, albeit a beautiful, sexy, female man.
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I've missed your incredible predictability.
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How Many Inquisitor's Does it Take to Screw in a lightbulb?
Three!
One to call it heretical!
One to deny its existence!
One to screw it in!
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Here's to us shmoes working for the man, albeit a beautiful, sexy, female man.
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I woke up. I went to school and laboured over horribly boring work. Went home... gamed.... gamed some more. Homeworked. And at night, I exploded into 5,000 little pieces. The end.
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How Many Inquisitor's Does it Take to Screw in a lightbulb?
Three!
One to call it heretical!
One to deny its existence!
One to screw it in!
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Here's to us shmoes working for the man, albeit a beautiful, sexy, female man.
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love = pain life = death one without the other is pointless
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love = pain life = death one without the other is pointless
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Suomessa asuu synkkä kansa, joka nauraa vain kun naapuri vetää kirveellä polvilumpionsa halki.
Kunnon mies angstaa maanantaista perjantaihin, viikonloppuna ollaan yksin, kännissä ja masentuneita.
-NNirvi
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