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04-22-2009, 11:18 PM
Smoke in front of your four year old nephew, and wait for him to ask for one. If that doesn't make you wanna quit... Then I don't know what will.
It sure as hell scared me into quitting that awful crap.
The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
Heaven or Hell, Let's Rock!
Like a passing dream on a night in Spring. The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.
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