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HyBriD I AM THE KILLER FN Moron is an indian giver!! I had my cool status for about 10 min. then it was gone. GONE! G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Agent WD40 Licensed to Kill My spoon is TOO BIG. (finally) WORD UP KIDDIES! This is Poop Dog, the gangsta specta of defeat! Hanger-on to the JYDs for LIFE I INVENTED ORANGE MOTHERFUCKER This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm	posted on 01-20-2002 @ 2:37 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 01	Incubus New Skin At first I see an open wound Infected and disastrous. It breaths chaotic catastrophe, It cries to be renewed. Its tears are the color of anger, They dry to form a scab. To the touch, it's stiff and resilient, Underneath, the new skin breaths. As outwardly cliché as it may seem, Yes, something under thesurface says, "C'est la vie." It is a circle, there is a plan, Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again. Look past that open wound, See past what covers the surface. Underneath chaotic catastrophe, Creation takes the stage. It's all been saved, With the exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin? It's all been seen, With the exception for what could be. When will we be new skin? Fallacious cognitious spewed from televisions Do Mold our decisions. So stop and take a look And you'll see what I see now. Ninjas are sooooooooooo sweet that I want to crap my pants. This message was edited by HyBriD on 1-20-02 @ 2:38 PM
disgustip8ed	posted on 01-24-2002 @ 12:32 AM
Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01	reflection tool I have come curiously close to the end, down Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole, Defeated, I concede and Move closer I may find comfort here I may find peace within the emptiness How pitiful It's calling me... And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping The moon tells me a secret - my confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and A million light reflections pass over me Its source is bright and endless She resuscitates the hopeless Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt Don't wanna be down here feeding my narcissism. I must crucify the ego before it's far too late I pray the light lifts me out Before I pine away. So crucify the ego, before it's far too late To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical, And you will come to find that we are all one mind Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable. Just let the light touch you And let the words spill through And let them pass right through Bringing out our hope and reason ... before we pine away ... 'Wear your crutch like a crown of negativity. Calculate what we will not tolerate. Desperate to control, all and everything. Unable to forgive, Scarlet letterman.' MJK

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