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blackice
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Canada where else...
Sep 2000
time: 00:21
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Interesting while some fvck was doing his I am an idiot and can not drive on the QEW today. Many drivers were doing the finger, horn, scream, you name it. They were not driving just looking for revenge, relief. Me timming is life I say and this is a classic call me Psyco  . I was listening to Tool this song
I was the only one grinning, call me happy
Jerk-Off
Someone told me once
that there's a right and wrong,
and that punishment
would come to those
who dare to cross the line.
But it must not be true
for jerk-offs like you.
Maybe it takes longer to catch a total a$shole.
but I'm tired of waiting.
Maybe it's just bull$hit and I should play GOD,
and shoot you myself.*
Because I'm tired of waiting.
Consequences dictate
our course of action
and it doesn't matter what's right.
It's only wrong if you get caught.
If consequences dictate
my course of action
I should play GOD
and shoot you myself.*
I'm very tired of waiting.
I should
kick you,
beat you,
fvck you,
and then shoot you in your fvcking head.*
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Tingkai
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To find the Northwest Passage
Aug 2001
time: 13:21
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Hell, for him, it would be anyone over 25.
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notyoueither
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of naught
Aug 2001
time: 22:21
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Heeeh! Got to carry on...
Eric Clapton
Alberta, Alberta,
Where you been so long?
Alberta, Alberta,
Where you been so long?
Ain't had no loving
Since you've been gone.
Alberta, Alberta,
Where'd you stay last night?
Alberta, Alberta
Where'd you stay last night?
Come home this morning,
Clothes don't fit you right
Alberta, Alberta,
Girl, you're on my mind.
Alberta, Alberta,
Girl, you're on my mind.
Ain't had no loving
Such a great long time.
Alberta, Alberta,
Where you been so long?
Alberta, Alberta,
Where you been so long?
Ain't had no loving
Since you've been gone.
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Tingkai
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To find the Northwest Passage
Aug 2001
time: 13:21
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quote:
Originally posted by notyoueither
Heeeh! Got to carry on...
[i]Eric Clapton
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Urgh, that reminds me of great comeback that I could have used against people who say I hate Alberta.
"I don't hate Alberta; she was my favourite grandmother."
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notyoueither
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of naught
Aug 2001
time: 22:21
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A serious piece of Candiana...
Gordon Lightfoot
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.
The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.
When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"
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Tingkai
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To find the Northwest Passage
Aug 2001
time: 13:21
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And the Edmund Fitzgerald tipped the scales.
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30-08-2002 14:23
She did and it made the papers 
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