December 2009
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Bjork - Bella Símamaer
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Life isn't measured.
To Leonid Sukhorukov. thanks tiphereth
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sumthegreater:
#41 - The Middle East - “Blood”
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Ask me anything ?
from CDs i’ve lost somehow.
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Back to the motor league is a good song. I think...
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it's spanish for fighting chicken
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Just because your thighs bellowed, enlarged and then maxed out all over my face. East Brazil in Aracaju. F minor and knots.
“The president of AMA Victoria, Dr Harry Hemley, says a survey also found three...”
– Doctors want cigarettes to cost $20 a pack
You weak-willed fucks fucking it up for everyone. Self-loathing smokers are as bad as righteous non-smokers.
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At Hun's Death Bed
Ibnar Im: Have you no fear of the gulf which you will soon be blanketed by?
Hun Phlor: I was once abandoned on Gnnire and sucked into a mega depression session. It took many years, but I eventually whittled a pan-flute and learned to play In a Gadda Da Vida. The Chestnut people then came out of hiding, after so long I hadn't known of their existence. The chief took an immediate liking to me because of my light hair and knowledge of little-known psychedelic rock bands of the 60s and for some reason became convinced he had to slay his two brothers for my approval. I knew it to be wrong but I had an unshakable lust for the brothers' wife, who they shared but could not make pregnant. The killing ceremony went for hours as their throats were filled with sand and skins peeled with clam shells. My hands grew blisters which the chief laughed at. As the men died, I felt their souls travel towards me and make home in my testicles. They grew slightly and lost all their hair, which impressed the wife who I married on the mountain. The Chestnut chief and I later lamented the brothers' passing, concluding their presence in my balls had accounted for my wife's numerous pregnancies; a feet they were unable of achieving individually.
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“The greatest lovers were murderers first.”
– She’s My Rushmore
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“This is a public service announcement… with guitars!!”
– The Clash
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duck erection has power to break glass →
via @duckpenislover
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http://livetoinfinity.tumblr.com/
this faggot deleted that post where he bitches about people not being straight like him and that dude who didn’t have any balls, jesus. i don’t mind dealing with bigots as long as they’re not raging pussies too.
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This bug flew in but had no control over it’s flight path for the gust of wind and fairy dust that blew in. It barrel rolled shouting, “hath no fury, push without might” so I cupped it and screamed back,
“you shit, I had my soup in that thermos, YOU OWE ME.”
When the dust settled, and a ray of god-eyeball sunlight beamed on us glistening sweat, I turned and farted...
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De Verboden Vrucht van brouwerij De Kluis is een bier van hoge gisting met hergisting op fles. Het is een zwaar (super drunken) en fruitig bier met een roodbruine kleur. Het bevat mout, hop, water en toegevoegde suikers, wat het een zoete smaak geeft en dar uber-pissen. De Verboden Vrucht heeft ook een eigen glas: bolvormig, met een gedraaide voet.
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Listen
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It only lived a single day, and came to me preserved in honey, but it was an unmistakable centaur, and of the sort which has a horse’s body, not the inferior sort which has an ass’s body. Phoenix, comet, and centaur, a swarm of bees among the standards at the Guards Camp, a pig farrowed with claws like a hawk, and my father’s monument struck by lightning! Prodigies enough,...
HAHA some guy’s complaining about living in Australia because American Apparel shit costs more here. i’m sad we don’t get alligators.
Hello, craigchilds!
You have no follower.
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favourite song titles →
Ferris Bueller's Day Off Soundtrack →
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