the railroad tracks
On The Mississippi

sandwalking along the beach, barefoot, with the breeze in my hair,sand
the sand is warm on my feet.
when the wind blows
the sand stings your legs but the air smells of ocean
kids build castles on their parents vacation look out! a sand ball
sitting on the beach, barefoot with the wind whipping around me i have sand in my shorts.
Devious Comments
=xxWrathxx
thank you.
C:
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Art is vice. You don't marry it legitimately, you rape it.
- Edgar Degas
I'll bet your father spent the first year of your life throwing rocks at the stork.
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
All things grow old
Some even rust
But I'll carry on
Through the ash and the dust
Leave behind my strife
Do whatever I must
Because I'm driven further to find
Who I am and who I left behind
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YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMPSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF ELDERBERRIES......
NOW GO, BEFORE I TAUNT YOU A SECOND TIME....
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haha.... [link]
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YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMPSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF ELDERBERRIES......
NOW GO, BEFORE I TAUNT YOU A SECOND TIME....
[link]
haha.... [link]
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YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMPSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF ELDERBERRIES......
NOW GO, BEFORE I TAUNT YOU A SECOND TIME....
[link]
haha.... [link]
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YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMPSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF ELDERBERRIES......
NOW GO, BEFORE I TAUNT YOU A SECOND TIME....
[link]
haha.... [link]
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Saber-Nya says:
My MAGIKARP will RIP APART your Pokemawnz
Pronunciation: 'kä[ng]k, 'känch, 'ko[ng]k
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural conchs /'kä[ng]ks, 'ko[ng]ks /; or conches /'kän-ch&z/
Etymology: Middle English, from Latin concha mussel, mussel shell, from Greek konchE; akin to Sanskrit sankha conch shell
1 : any of various large spiral-shelled marine gastropod mollusks (as of the genus Strombus) ; also : its shell used especially for cameos
see nana i win
--
Art is vice. You don't marry it legitimately, you rape it.
- Edgar Degas
I'll bet your father spent the first year of your life throwing rocks at the stork.
--
YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMPSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF ELDERBERRIES......
NOW GO, BEFORE I TAUNT YOU A SECOND TIME....
[link]
haha.... [link]
--
YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMPSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF ELDERBERRIES......
NOW GO, BEFORE I TAUNT YOU A SECOND TIME....
[link]
haha.... [link]
It IS conch.
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
All things grow old
Some even rust
But I'll carry on
Through the ash and the dust
Leave behind my strife
Do whatever I must
Because I'm driven further to find
Who I am and who I left behind
--
Art is vice. You don't marry it legitimately, you rape it.
- Edgar Degas
I'll bet your father spent the first year of your life throwing rocks at the stork.
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