Reply With QuoteI was under the impression that I was a failed experiment from one of those top secret military agencies trying to create the ultimate soldier. They instead got endless apathy and spite.Originally Posted by Foster
Do you work for one of them?
I'm a deer. :O
"Who we are I'll never know
But when we spoke I knew you well
You knew me well
You loved me through and through
I never thought I would watch you leave us
From a room as a kid I held so close
I was a son made up on sand
You were the wind that let me go
I'll say goodbye
So this is goodbye
But I'm afraid to speak
So with words I'll tell the story
You meant so much to me
And like the night upon nights to come
I will dream of you
And know that I will see you seen
Give me the strength to carry on!
Tide!
You are the ocean tide!
The swells swept you away
I was a son made of sand
You were the wind that let me go
When the ocean tide has risen to high
And the waters have come to carry you away
Remember I will always be there to sing you to sleep....."
I was under the impression that I was a failed experiment from one of those top secret military agencies trying to create the ultimate soldier. They instead got endless apathy and spite.
Do you work for one of them?
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.. "Stop bullshitting yourself."
Why dear friendly midget deer thing, you are far to late. I am in to deep.
made by the ever charming and talented Lillian Thorne.
I got a small fish, so minor. I wanted a big animal. The choices of picking these animals on the months are poor.
You wanted a big animal to make up for your small- ... Nevermind.
I liked my spirit animal, and i thought the horoscope was accurate. I was born in April.
[12:59:28 AM] Soapy: Paul sounds like a nice guy.
[12:59:39 AM] Soapy: He has a gentle voice. Like an ocean wave gently breaking on the sand, or a chorus of angels singing sweet, angelic melodies into your ears.
I'll say it. You wanted a big animal to make up for your small penis.
There.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow;
Between the crosses, row on row;
That mark our place; and in the sky;
The larks, still bravely singing, fly;
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
...I'll say it. You wanted a big animal to make up for your small penis.
There.
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