Land of Stars and Echoes
Thread Topic: Land of Stars and Echoes
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they did a cover of gangsta's paradise what
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I guess it's not bad but it's nothing new really
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her bones are buried in the backyard
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Her bones are buried in the backyard along with my integrity.
I tested your honor, you questioned my faith
Now look where you are- you're right where you'll stay. -
where the f--- did the term "sitcom" come from
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I'm gonna f---ing look it up
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it's f---ing short for "situational comedy"
I'm really f---ing glad I know that now -
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airheads are one of the best candies ever I'm gonna see if there's a scientific explanation for this
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I thought sitcom was a word made up because it's a comedy you should be sitting to watch.. Because intense laughter..
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no ma'am
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I am not the first to pose this question nor will I be the last -
Sitcom is such an awful word imo
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Last night I dreamed that there was a tense meeting between enemies. I gathered that I was on the side with vampires on it (f--- yeah, subconscious me) but the other side never showed itself. It seemed we were at my grandma's old house, except the tiny section of grass between her backyard and the common field beyond led to pure darkness. The enemy stayed hidden in that darkness through the whole dream. We, the vampires, had our own pope for some reason. He was really young, though, and pretty unprofessional. I get the feeling we all adored him anyway. I escorted him and another young girl, whose identity I did not know, to the edge of the darkness alongside a long line of foot soldiers, all of which I also felt a really sentimental attachment to. I was the pope's body guard. When we got to the meeting place, a few unintelligible words were exchanged, and then shots rang out and we were under attack and the pope had a hole in his arm. He pushed the girl back and they started running. I put myself between them and the darkness in a desperate attempt to shield them as we fled but somehow he still went down. They shot him square in the head as he fell back, like cowards, and he was dead. I couldn't feel anything, but I thought I heard myself sobbing as I pushed the grief stricken girl to keep going, she had to make it. She got hit, too. I don't remember where. It was probably her leg, because she slowed down an awful lot. We were almost over a hill. I was dragging her at this point. I was terrified her head was about to explode while I struggled with everything I had to save her. I just had to get her over the hill. The enemy never left the darkest, so once this hill was between us, she'd be safe, but she was trying harder to give up than to live. I did manage to get her over the hill, alive, and found getaway vehicles already started and waiting for the survivors. A few of my friends had made it, but as I watched the rest feverishly try to make it over the hill, I watched a horrifying number of them collapse, filled with bullet holes. Eventually, I gave up hoping for them and got my girl into one of the cars. We sped off once a few others were also I'm the car. It stayed silent. I have no idea where we thought we were going. And now I'm awake.
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*darkness
**in
This was probably the most emotional dream I can remember ever having.
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