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The Grim Reapers(Reepers)Hourglass Rock And Roll Past To Future#7

Contributed by TheGrimReapersHourglass on Friday, 16th November 2007 @ 03:25:30 AM in AEST
Topic: secrets

This is Hourglass#7 of The Grim Reapers(Reepers)Hourglass Rock And Roll Past To Future:(wrote in October2007 with renovations of current day)Today is(11-15-2007 11:00am): Today awoke up knowing guests of the same gender were around like The Man Who Sold The World. Box or original it was as if thoe Hunger Strikes Unionundergrouds everythings band but our brand He Deosnt Smoke The Same Cigerettes As Me dont let go they may have to refill as it would tend to be photo ilses of a White Weedind like soap still in boxes. Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself Im A Man Of Wealth And Tast Can You Guess My Name? Still what would be White Wedding without unholyness Holy as they may seem an artificial santaclause Christmas enter your number and may it be your lover. As in Kill Them All buy my brand total three to advertise a religion The Cult. No feels as thoe manican Love and acusations of a John Doe friend never existed to a point I may make a living in B.F.E. being an album may we recycle I am now HeaveyMetal:Sickle swing as in Hourglass#6 of continued placed wrong syboles it deleted so this is Sicke swing from a petrified wood cain(stick) from the reaper(11-15-2007 11:13AM): As a child Children Of The Grave Im All Out Of Spirits And Still Trying To Fly Peaches and I needed and used She Uses Vasoline I Touchmyself And Know It artificial glides scared to a point in time itself like indians soaking in oil. Still accused may it be like Hootervill but I am not dry it just isnt wanted for I desire the femal affection. On top Heart to Heart leave it in untill it melts like a favorite of Willywonka I am still White and is still fantasies that may one day come true. Hourglass#7 ended(11-15-2007 11:23am).

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Re: The Grim Reapers(Reepers)Hourglass Rock And Roll Past To Future#7 (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Saturday, 24th November 2007 @ 05:43:45 AM AEST
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so now your, in the world, of lala land......full of turning pages filled wih many journeful paths.......may they be fun, and full of differ things..they may be of greater hope, or loss.....but I finally met someone who spells worse than me.

brew~

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