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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 12:07:00 GMT
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 12:21:20 GMT
You have to stay tuned into or you'll miss it
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 12:27:40 GMT
This is still a bop.
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 12:31:00 GMT
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 12:39:00 GMT
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 12:41:28 GMT
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 12:47:28 GMT
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 12:49:10 GMT
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 12:52:33 GMT
Anyway. Ever done anything foolish? I have
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 12:59:48 GMT
Time for some Stevie 💗
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 13:17:32 GMT
That comment ^ doesn't cover everyday assholes you may bump into in the street. I care about humanity but man sometimes some sure can push my buttons.
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 13:22:34 GMT
True colors pretty much surface right on time.
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 13:28:27 GMT
La Belle Dame sans Merci BY JOHN KEATS O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, And the harvest’s done.
I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful—a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan
I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery’s song.
She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew, And sure in language strange she said— ‘I love thee true’.
She took me to her Elfin grot, And there she wept and sighed full sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four.
And there she lullèd me asleep, And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!— The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci Thee hath in thrall!’
I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gapèd wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side.
And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing.
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 13:45:26 GMT
Still RELEVANT Zombie. The police are still legally killing/murdering people.
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 13:55:06 GMT
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 13:55:52 GMT
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 13:57:21 GMT
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 14:02:40 GMT
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Post by Admin on Apr 15, 2021 14:09:16 GMT
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Post by Admin on Aug 12, 2022 10:44:05 GMT
Hello diary, journal? Haven't been here for a long time. Thinking of changing the forum around.
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Post by Admin on Aug 12, 2022 11:28:33 GMT
Going to be around on and off.
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Post by Admin on Dec 28, 2022 9:59:12 GMT
“The grass is always greener on the other side; until you jump the fence and see the weeds up close.”
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Post by Admin on Dec 28, 2022 10:14:47 GMT
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Post by Admin on Dec 28, 2022 10:16:21 GMT
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Post by Admin on Jan 1, 2023 22:14:02 GMT
Yuri nailed it, dead eyes. https://www.tiktok.com/@yurilamasbella/video/7177551569326591274 link
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Post by Admin on Jan 1, 2023 22:38:13 GMT
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Post by Admin on Jan 1, 2023 22:56:35 GMT
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Post by Admin on Jan 1, 2023 23:02:33 GMT
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Post by Admin on Jan 1, 2023 23:57:58 GMT
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Post by Admin on Jan 2, 2023 0:09:13 GMT
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