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CityClub

Member since 2002 · Posted 8 Jul 2002 · 2 comments

I found a place were my daemons and I can share a room. It is a brave warm place, which turns cold and dark. We are all Kings, and Queens dancing into the evernight. It is bliss, it is true love. Warm hands caress my body inviting me to talk. Tell the world your pain young boy, show them your anger. Dance with me the moon is full, and we are hear to listen.

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 28-Jul-02/6:29 PM Reply

So, basically, what you're saying is that you're part of an l33t subculture, no? GEE FUCK ME I WISH I WAS PART OF AN L33T SUBCULTURE. And because I don't think I can read any more of horus8's comment-based obscurities without generating some, closet dweezle did you know why did O Jesu what have I done?

[5] horus8 28-Jul-02/6:49 PM Reply

ahh.. i smell the pork shoulder and my special bbq sauce has slain the... whatever, (enough) (go blo clam chowder, "dark one" i'm pushing for mollie) fuck both of you guys for even wanting to comment on a comment--<no that's not right> ..anyway what was that pile of shit i stepped in three inches above this comment line.. oh your poem.. i give you no rattle-snake belt with buckle young man. god is a toilet flush, so flush or get of the pot. i say microwave your faggotrIES then come back with better rhetoric or die DIE. just kidding lets do luncho