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Something You'll never understand (Other) by thepinkbunnyofdoom Its Raining Moon Beams But Iâve Got
Sunscreen So weâll be fine
Lets call
this a dream
Starlight Shines Eyes Bright
Iâm all right Dancing with Death Is all I have left
Nothing Makes Sense Where is my Innocence
Bullet wounds Coursing through my thoughts Iâve
forgot
Resting in Pieces My mind is silent
Iâm Puzzled What is this?
Up the ladder:
Thanks For The Brain Damage
Down the ladder:
What Do You Do?
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.0
Posted: June 12, 2003 6:05 PM PDT; Last modified: June 12, 2003 6:05 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.7615943 Overall Rank: 451 Comments:
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INTRANSIT @ 64.12.96.46
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12-Jun-03/6:11 PM
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an olympic swimmer next to the rope lane divider?
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thepinkbunnyofdoom @ 24.209.21.223
> INTRANSIT
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12-Jun-03/6:18 PM
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Nice Answer And I can see it, But that was accidental
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INTRANSIT @ 64.12.96.139
> thepinkbunnyofdoom
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12-Jun-03/6:32 PM
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nice to see someone so young have a backbone. keep it you'll need it all life long. take this piece, stack it up, play shuffle the statements with them, and see what comes up. you never know.
lol. You're right. Good god you are the pinkbunnyof doom. I mean, yeah, I had my doubts but never again this is indeed something I will never understand (at least not while you're in earshot) I'm sure whe you're gone though... We'll bust this fucker open like a pinata and analyse your horribly obvious flaws, such as mouthing cock and touching your bum (when you're asleep we'll talk behing your bunny trailor). Which will be at 9:00 pm I imagine from the parental rating on this poem of rated (T) for toddlers. Don't you ever attack, or get passionate about something pink bunny, I mean for the love of piss! bring the DOOM not the loom?
lol. You're right. Golly Jeepers, 9:00 pm Thats WAY too late for me Mister! All the other stuff you said is really non-swell and I wish you wouldn't say such naughty things. You've corrupted my Virgin Ears, and Mommy says if sees you behind our White Trash Trailer, shes got a sawed off shot gun and a bullet with your name on it(I thought she was Kidding too Mister but then she showed it to me).
Yes, how could an adult ever expect to understand the mind of a teenager? They just don't know what it's like!
Close but still no cigar, This isn't written in about being a teenager.
Look at this:
1. You are a teenager. 2. You wrote this. 3. So a teenager wrote this. 4. So an adult could never understand it!
Way to break it down there for the retard, but this isn't Teenage thinking involved here. It's More complex than that.
The Pot IS Good! All hail The Pot!
Hmmm. Again a nice interpretation, closer than the other guesses but I'm afraid that you've only touched one of the many things involved here.
Notice that none of this makes anysense what so ever when put together? Well a few lines work out. Its very sing song, and silly isn't it. Nope. Well, Yes and No. This is the way my mind works. The huge gaps are thoughts that whiz by so fast I have no clue what they are. My mind is Puzzled and My life is trying to quickly grab enough pieces to make some form of sense. Thats why my when I type things out I often leave out entire concepts that I wanted to write about and I'll make reference to them but they won't be there. That makes me look like a moron.
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