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heck
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What the Heck, Anyway? It was early, not noon, and all through the still always, frigid, house the powdered caffeine pinging along tarried my brain to douse while this hotly electrifying song, "Her Knees Deep in your Mind" diverted my finger from tee to nothing between s'essence and fried lemon rind. Now, shocked, i do beg anyone, yes, that's you in your only chair, this frigidity can still warm to something, don't you think? Anyway, excuse me s'il tu plais, ego amo te; words are dynamite, you say as much as anyone, so, just like e_a_t, i_l_y must be, right? Copr. 2000 The song is on the Windham Hill CD "Conversations with God", disc 1.
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grendel
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the antechamber of hell a boring place and more unbearable than hell because of it
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000716
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silentbob
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What you say when you don't want people to know you swear.
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000904
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matt the terrible
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its like koo koo kachoo what you gonna do
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001018
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ninnescah
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It's a place where people who are convinced they are holy go because they can't reconize that they were truly rotten people inside. I'm pretty sure it is here that lies numerous nuns that hit small children.... see what catholicism does to you.
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Kevin
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The closest a goody-goody can come to a sin without sinning.
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030414
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Whitechocolatewalrus
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It's like somebody misspelled hick, or maybe neck. But then, they forgot the red. All the red neck hicks are going to hell. OK, maybe not, but it could happen.
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031108
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zoe
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death to all euphemisms. also, death to all words i dont really know how to spell.
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i don't wanna go to heck. i'd be bored shitless.
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what's it to you?
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