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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 7:16 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 7:21 pm
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Come on, boys and girls, come a little closer I'm the Re-Animator! Come on! Re-animate your feet!
If you're feeling dead, I'll be your Re-Animator I've got the way to bring you to life A superior existence with no one to control you Where you can always do what you like
Let me give you some green color and you will ask for more You will see that you never felt this way before Party without limits, have sex and don't be blue Freedom is eternal for you, you, you!
Move your dead bones, bones, bones Move your dead bones, bones, bones The secret will keep you alive!
Move your dead bones, bones, bones Move your dead bones, bones, bones You'll dance for the rest of your life!
Move your dead bones, bones, bones Move your dead bones, bones, bones The secret will keep you alive!
Move your dead bones, bones, bones Move your dead bones, bones, bones You'll dance for the rest of your life!
Re-animate your feet!
All you people listen to your Re-Animator Don't hesitate and give it a try And you'll be quite satisfied Just as long as I can give you a guarantee that you'll never die
Let me give you some green color and you will ask for more You will see that you never felt this way before Party without limits, have sex and don't be blue Freedom is eternal for you, you, you!
Move your dead bones, bones, bones Move your dead bones, bones, bones The secret will keep you alive!
Move your dead bones, bones, bones Move your dead bones, bones, bones You'll dance for the rest of your life!
Re-animate your feet!
This sond is called Move your dead bones....as it says in the lyrics. I dont care what you think of it. Im just positng it here.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 3:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 10:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 9:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 1:58 am
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I have a poem and two different versions of a story to post, but for now I will only torture you with a lazily written poem. mrgreen I haven't titled it, so you'll have to make do without.
There is an insatiable appetite we were given at birth, It drives some people to extremes. A fetish is hidden around every corner, No matter how innocent one may seem.
This nature is encouraged by our twisted society, So that we are powerless to resist its call. Some are shunned, deprived of this sensation, So they make do with stolen dolls.
For some it’s fear, for others, pain. We all have that switch. Yet caution should be exercised When dealing with this gift.
Some are plagued with misunderstanding An inability to feel the prize. And on the streets, broken dolls are the blessing Left by insane smiles.
There are buildings ands sites of dedication For this inescapable need, Yet I fear not knowing the joys Of this, our favorite disease.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:46 pm
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