Justine Bateman Forum (2)
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| by C.Z. Hey, Don't tread on me you silly type intrepid wanna bees. Do not use the cool zombie name in shallow giggles. I clear my throat of you. Ahem. Comment on this... |
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| by Cool Zombie Hey, I know i am nothing. I have been played and know it. That I have been played relentlessly, I also know. I wish I was more... could amount to more but I fear I can't. Ghod help us, now. Jesus Christ sweet saviour, I would hold you in my arms and lift up the hearts of men. Ghood night gentle minds. Comment on this... |
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| by Cool Zombie Hey, I know i am nothing. I have been played and know it. That I have been played relentlessly, I also know. I wish I was more... could amount to more but I fear I can't. Ghod help us, now. Jesus Christ sweet saviour, I would hold you in my arms and lift up the hearts of men. Ghood night gentle minds. Comment on this... |
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| by Cool Zombie Hey, I know i am nothing. I have been played and know it. That I have been played relentlessly, I also know. I wish I was more... could amount to more but I fear I can't. Ghod help us, now. Jesus Christ sweet saviour, I would hold you in my arms and lift up the hearts of men. Ghood night gentle minds. Comment on this... |
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| by ACoolZombie Hey, I know I am being dissected like the dying frog I am. The layers of my being are being strung out. Everyone knows my inequities, my stumbles... know away. I would harm no one except those who would throw down upon me. Comment on this... |
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| by Hey. Hey, There is no ghod except for Caesar...the nearest, brightest, loudest noise. I am none of the above...probably at my own peril. Love doesn't overcome shiny convience. Comment on this... |
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| by Hey. Hey, There is no ghod except for Caesar...the nearest, brightest, loudest noise. I am none of the above...probably at my own peril. Love doesn't overcome shiny convience. Comment on this... |
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| by Not Cool Zombie Well, If justine didn't see the words leaked by the spirits in abeyance to the cosmic network...she is probably fortunate. If she did... she will bend again making hearts mellow and veins vericose...moments too right and hearts too close. The history is there, the path too clear...the nails, the cross, the bloody spear ...whatever it is that reeks of truth...she has been there before and will be again...shaping history and the hearts of men. Nutty Woodchuck. Comment on this... |
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| by Cool Zombee Hey, Too much truth in too much time...too many grapes on too few vines...too much justine on too shallow lines...that is to say she exists beyond the blinds. Whenere she explodes i hope to be near...to feel the promised kiss or the accidental veneer of the eternal love or the crooked sneer of one held close to a salty tear. Comment on this... |
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| by Cool(yeah)Zombie Hey, To be nothing is bliss... to be a grey, amorphous nothing is to be a drain on society. The eyes that see and the hearts that know will perish...the eyes perhaps harsher...small comfort. No tomorrow, sorry. Comment on this... |
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