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Dear Deadworm,

Exactly what kind of a post is that? What was the point? I don't get it.

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That's exactly how my desktop looks after I've had too much LSD.
Man, there's no such thing as too much LSD.

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Jamiroquai - Just Another Story

Hey-hey-yeah

Now it occured to me,

As I awoke from deeper dreams,

All this evolution,

Still I don't know what it means.

And it gets so hard for me to change,

When there's an easy way to earn,

Why should I work my fingers to the bone?

Is this what I truly deserve?

This is not another trilogy.

(Just another story - just another story - just another story - just

another story)

Nobody make a move, this kid's got you covered.

He was just seventeen, trying to get on like his dead brother.

Momma couldn't do a thing about him, though she hurt inside.

And Daddy wants his son back, while he knows he's still alive.

Stick up kid, thinking you're a glory boy,

Sick of fronting that stupid toy,

But you don't get that it's yourself you will destroy

Still running those rocks on the front line,

Like a speed-freak kind of amphetamine.

Get uptight when it's your turn,

A bullet in the head is a lesson learned.

One of these days you're gonna say goodbye,

Telling everyone you never been so high

Born the same time that you die

Pushing those drugs like a super-fly,

Heaven help all with no way out,

That's what this is all about.

This is not another trilogy,

It's just another story baby...

Hit 'em with it now,

Come on now hit 'em with it now,

Aaaah, stick up kid.

Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha, I gotcha where I want ya now.

Nobody make a fucking move.

All these gangsta kids are gettin' uptight,

All these gangsta kids are gettin' uptight!

I gotcha, I gotcha where I wantcha now,

Nobody make a fucking move!

Nobody make a move, this kid's got you covered,

He was just seventeen, trying to get on like his dead brother, yeah.

Momma couldn't do a thing about him, though she hurt inside,

And daddy wants his son back, while he knows he's still alive.

Stick up kid, ah thinking you're a glory boy,

Sick of fronting that stupid toy,

But you just don't get that it's yourself you will destroy.

Still running those rocks on the frontline,

Like a speed-freak king of amphetamine.

Get uptight when it's your turn,

A bullet in the head is a lesson learned,

One of these days you're gonna say goodbye,

Telling everyone you never been so high,

Born the same time that you die,

Pushing those drugs like a super-fly.

Heaven help all with no way out,

That's what this is all about,

This is not another trilogy,

It's just another story...

Ah, unhand me! Huh!

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I never entered your house in the first place. You stock Beefeater Gin in your cupboard. How cheap!

Nothing wrong with Beefeater, don't diss it.

In any case I'm glad you mentioned that as Beefeater is one of the gins missing from my collection.

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ladies and gentlemen,

i'm worried and pretty sure that you all need some kind of therapy. come to good old dr. ryam. give him monkey and he'll help you. the world will be a better place if you trust good old dr. ryam and his doctor games :chaste:

heal the world, i love you

ryam

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