A little after 12
The function sweet was full
With people I had never seen before
Ripped up ticket stubs
Confetti on the floor
It dawned on me »
Disaster Button A Hundred Million Suns
by Snow Patrol
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A little after twelve the function suite was full With people I had never seen before Ripped up ticket stubs, confettied on the floor It dawned »
Disaster Button A Hundred Million Suns [CD/DVD]
by Snow Patrol
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eyes transfixed with fear.
I'm a human beast!
My sadistical laughing
Thrill inside me,
As I started the perverse penetration.
I stubbed out my »
The Beast (Perverse Penetration) Riding in the Funeral Paths
by Anasarca
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doubt
One man's false is another man's fair, one man's toup is another man's hair
One man's hand is another man's stub, one man's feast is another »
Hank Williams Said It Best Dublin Blues
by Guy Clark
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on shelves, and in memory.
3) the unwordable weirdness of coming across your own name in a search engine,
Like toe-stubbing your own tombstone at twenty-four »
Slow, Cold Drops Selling Live Water
by Sole
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