Knuckles
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"Fin."
Female
36 years old
H-town , TEXAS
United States
Last Login:
7/6/2008
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"Be who you are, and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.
- Dr. Seuss
"Confusion is uncomfortable, but certainty is ridiculous."
~ Voltaire
....................EVIL BUNNIES EVERYWHERE!!
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*****Stiff Little Fingers - Wasted Life*****
I could be a soldier
Go out there and fight to save this land
Be a people's soldier
Paramilitary gun in hand
I won't be a soldier
I won't take no orders from no-one
Stuff their f**king armies
Killing isn't my idea of fun
They wanna waste my life
They wanna waste my time
They wanna waste my life
And they've stolen it away
I could be a hero
Live and die for their 'important' cause
A united nation
Or an independent state with laws
And rules and regulations
That merely cause disturbances and wars
That is what I've got now
All thanks to the freedom-seeking hordes
I'm not gonna be taken in
They said if I don't join I just can't win
I've heard that story many times before
And every time I threw it out the door
Still they come up to me
With a different name but same old face
I can see the connection
With another time and a different place
They ain't blonde-haired or blue-eyed
But they think that they're the master race
They're nothing but blind fascists
Brought up to hate and given lives to waste
Satan kissed my dog, cracked his moral shell, possessed to wear the kilt, in this Scottish HELL. I touched your lips, your eyes fell out, onto the floor behind the door, I picked them up and washed them off, and taped them back upon your face.
.......................Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop.
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.........................................Trixie Lou!
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Knuckles's Details
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| Status: | Swinger | | Hometown: | Where am I? | | Body type: | 0' 0" | | Ethnicity: | Other | | Religion: | Taoist | | Zodiac Sign: | Leo |
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Knuckles's Companies
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THE MAN
HELL, ON EARTH US
Minion
The Camel Dung Collectors Union
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Eternity
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