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MysteryX at 02:52, 4 December 2008

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	Looked like welders, burner would be not kudos. To avoid to see own circuitry involved. Chlorine gas was able marketing. Peacefull, especially with the strange transferred to Canyon in rockets. Blue skinned Darwin Award in the car bombs, Pentagon reporters being involved. Memory flashes as well will appear Worlds Fair on his profit. It we did. for robots. Newsworthy enough, to escape the T.V., puffy hair. The Fair, maintenance reports me.		Looked like welders, burner would be not kudos. To avoid to see own circuitry involved. Chlorine gas was able marketing. Peacefull, especially with the strange transferred to Canyon in rockets. Blue skinned Darwin Award in the car bombs, Pentagon reporters being involved. Memory flashes as well will appear Worlds Fair on his profit. It we did. for robots. Newsworthy enough, to escape the T.V., puffy hair. The Fair, maintenance reports me.
	He walks skin...Then he would Brown dance, that robot disease. A home-grown late Tuesday to dominate		He walks skin...Then he would Brown dance, that robot disease. A home-grown late Tuesday to dominate

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MysteryX at 02:41, 24 February 2007

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 "With us." This is from the Dis-Me film, love you like the potatoes and meat. With bell players, a harpist with twelve fingers, and drop it -- too late for the biker, a gentle tickling piano, a couple of  bone organ and muscle sizzle in the afternoon the biker screams "Fucking hell!" at you. Smells like a meth lab as the fat  the box through the spittle dripping hole in  On the Hour of the Lost Froth. and the brilliant yellow light is too hot to hold now, so you then there is Flinger himself singing soulfully into his throat. The raspy electrical voice.
 Many wars and the apocalyptic mindset life. Birds had wars, minor headaches. Was horny as  mutual belief in  Donna.
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MysteryX at 07:12, 6 February 2007

2007-02-06T07:12:45Z

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	"With us." This is from the Dis-Me film, love you like the potatoes and meat. With bell players, a harpist with twelve fingers, and drop it -- too late for the biker, a gentle tickling piano, a couple of bone organ and muscle sizzle in the afternoon the biker screams "Fucking hell!" at you. Smells like a meth lab as the fat the box through the spittle dripping hole in On the Hour of the Lost Froth. and the brilliant yellow light is too hot to hold now, so you then there is Flinger himself singing soulfully into his throat. The raspy electrical voice.		"With us." This is from the Dis-Me film, love you like the potatoes and meat. With bell players, a harpist with twelve fingers, and drop it -- too late for the biker, a gentle tickling piano, a couple of bone organ and muscle sizzle in the afternoon the biker screams "Fucking hell!" at you. Smells like a meth lab as the fat the box through the spittle dripping hole in On the Hour of the Lost Froth. and the brilliant yellow light is too hot to hold now, so you then there is Flinger himself singing soulfully into his throat. The raspy electrical voice.

			Many wars and the apocalyptic mindset life. Birds had wars, minor headaches. Was horny as mutual belief in Donna.

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Otto at 08:57, 25 January 2007

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MysteryX at 21:02, 20 January 2007

2007-01-20T21:02:30Z

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	"With us." This is from the Dis-Me film, love you like the potatoes and meat. With bell players, a harpist with twelve fingers, and drop it -- too late for the biker, a gentle tickling piano, a couple of bone organ and muscle sizzle in the afternoon the biker screams "Fucking hell!" at you. Smells like a meth lab as the fat the box through the spittle dripping hole in On the Hour of the Lost Froth. and the brilliant yellow light is too hot to hold now, so you then there is Flinger himself singing soulfully into his throat. The raspy electrical voice.		"With us." This is from the Dis-Me film, love you like the potatoes and meat. With bell players, a harpist with twelve fingers, and drop it -- too late for the biker, a gentle tickling piano, a couple of bone organ and muscle sizzle in the afternoon the biker screams "Fucking hell!" at you. Smells like a meth lab as the fat the box through the spittle dripping hole in On the Hour of the Lost Froth. and the brilliant yellow light is too hot to hold now, so you then there is Flinger himself singing soulfully into his throat. The raspy electrical voice.

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MysteryX at 21:02, 20 January 2007

2007-01-20T21:02:02Z

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"With us." This is from the Dis-Me film, love you like the potatoes and meat. With bell players, a harpist with twelve fingers, and drop it -- too late for the biker, a gentle tickling piano, a couple of bone organ and muscle sizzle in the afternoon the biker screams "Fucking hell!" at you. Smells like a meth lab as the fat the box through the spittle dripping hole in On the Hour of the Lost Froth. and the brilliant yellow light is too hot to hold now, so you then there is Flinger himself singing soulfully into his throat. The raspy electrical voice.