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damnit.

Sat Oct 13, 2007, 1:04 PM
  • Mood: Horror
  • Listening to: TOOL :(
  • Watching: Prison sex
  • Playing: with myself
TOOL, in portland, december.
floor tickets: $220-260

donations for the needy?

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:icondgenreteliterabbit:
WHAT?! bloody hell, that's sick. that's rape!

they playing the enormo dome you have up there?

i'lll see if i can square a few bucks for ya. no promises tho. really broke and i miss my family. still trying to figure out how to get my flight booked with no money.

anyway... damn that's highway robbery.

--
RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one

steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
:icondeviated1:
i was hopin tool wouldnt go sellin out like that...

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i would rather fly with eagles through the snowy hills,
i would rather run with wolves between the trees,
i would rather be with trees than in the middle of noisy streets.
-korpiklaani
:icondgenreteliterabbit:
yeah i know. i think that's what's been turnin me off to goin to see em. they were even in long beach and i didn't go cause last quote i got on one ticket was something running 100 bucks. sickening.

--
RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one

steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
:icondeviated1:
bloody sad i say. im starting to agree with that boy with the dope beastie tee, nipple rings, new tatoos and the vans 501's.

--
i would rather fly with eagles through the snowy hills,
i would rather run with wolves between the trees,
i would rather be with trees than in the middle of noisy streets.
-korpiklaani
:icondgenreteliterabbit:
yeah, time to go punch maynard in the nards i think.

--
RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one

steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition

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