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[sid] => 87818
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => INSANE
[time] => 2005-03-17 20:52:48
[hometext] => IM JUST SO TIRED
[bodytext] => I PUT THE SPIKE IN TO MY VEIN. SOON ILL FEEL NO PAIN. TIRED OF HER GAMES. I PUT A BULLET IN HER BRAIN. THE LIONS CANT BE TAMED. IM FEELING SAD BUT NOT ASHAMED. ON THE ROOF SITS A WEATHER VANE. STEAL AN OLD MANS WALKING CANE. WANT TO SEE DICK KILL JANE. I START FIRES TO SEE THE FLAMES PUT RABID DOGS ON PASSENGER TRAINS. IS THAT THE DOCTOR CALLING MY NAME. YOU GUESSED IT PEOPLE I AM INSANE. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 13 [informant] => thepoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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