Tip:
Never eat in an ethnic restaurant in which no people of that ethnicity are eating.
Jan-28-2003 21:44
davinox
diving deep into sound
Registered: Dec 2001
Location: you could say i'm from dallas
kill yourself.
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The father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies / While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park / Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums / The music and medicine you needed for comforting / So make all your fat, fleshy fingers fingers to moving / And pluck all your silly strings and / Bend all your notes for me and / Soft silly music is meaningful, magical / The movements were beautiful / All in your ovaries / All of them milking with green fleshy flowers / While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines, / Smelling of semen all under the garden / Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.
Originally posted by n0bben-
too bad. im in another situation, i think 95% of all new trance releases sucks more or less.
Weird, I was thinking that so far this year is starting out great with lots of uplifting/melodic/epic trance. As opposed to last year, where there was more progressive.
Jan-28-2003 23:45
enigorian
tranceaddict
Registered: Feb 2002
Location: Singapore
get a life.. there are other things to do besides listening to trance, and some of these things can't be mentioned in this forum.
Jan-29-2003 05:07
davinox
diving deep into sound
Registered: Dec 2001
Location: you could say i'm from dallas
quote:
Originally posted by LadyLuck13
Dave, you're such a dork!
too bad you dont know me.
but good guess! i am a dork.
quote:
get a life.. there are other things to do besides listening to trance, and some of these things can't be mentioned in this forum.
fuck you, get out of TA...trance is our lives.
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The father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies / While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park / Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums / The music and medicine you needed for comforting / So make all your fat, fleshy fingers fingers to moving / And pluck all your silly strings and / Bend all your notes for me and / Soft silly music is meaningful, magical / The movements were beautiful / All in your ovaries / All of them milking with green fleshy flowers / While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines, / Smelling of semen all under the garden / Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.