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[aid] => mick
[title] => tension
[time] => 2005-03-14 13:09:10
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[bodytext] => The screamings are increasing, and the temperatures rising, so what happens next, isnt surprizing. You must duck fast, and move quickley, or youll get stuck in the cross fire, and if that happens, youll be the flat liner. Vaines poping, knuckls snaping, be still or you'll be the one that gets the slaping. Shut your mouth, dont dare to breath. If not, the punishment you can't conieve. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 65 [informant] => gizmo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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