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We have assembled inside these ancient and insane theatres to propogate our lust for life and flee the stormy wisdom of the streets. The barns are stormed, the windows kept and only one of all the rest to dance and save us with divine mockery of words. Music enflames temperment. When true king's murderers are allowed to roam free, a thousand Egyptians rise to the land. Where are the feasts we were promised?
id like to meet anyone. anyone, psychos, seriel killers, treehuggers, presidents, popstars, politicians, 5th cousins, anyone.i met this one girl. shes down. her names nichole. her picture is down there. to the left. i taught her how to dive, we learned how to swim, now we do laps around the rest of them. i want her to know, and you to know, (obviously) that there is not a thing in the world i wouldnt do for this kid. and i mean it.
what it is. deftones.
not really
- The Fuck-up
-Chinese Take-Out
-Riders On The Storm
-Light my Fire
-Running With Scissors
- Naked Lunch
-Diary
-Spin Cycle
-Napalm and Silly Putty
-Communist. Submerged
-Junk
-Red and green
- Unlubricated
-Choke
-House of leaves
-Riots of Facism
-Slaughter-House Five
-Survivor
-The da Vinci Code
-Angels and deamons
-Trainspotting
-Brainwash
-The perks of being a wallflower
-Devils eyedeas
-Twilight
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-Birthday Letters
-The England Collection
-Roots
to name a few
be jealous.