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"From the feet up the crown of the head steals the spasm, the stab of Lyssa, aye, the scorpion's sting."
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
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Right where that guy is standing would be an amazing place to meditate. How Kung-fu panda would you feel? |
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oh yeah, that would be awesome |
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
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"From the feet up the crown of the head steals the spasm, the stab of Lyssa, aye, the scorpion's sting."
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
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Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
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Last edited by saltyseedog; 09-29-2011 at 08:22 AM.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake
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