wednesday, aug. 7th, 2002

2:35 am

Ohh sensation
Sin, slave of sensation

Full fed yet I still hunger
Torn inside
Haunted I tell myself, yet I still wander
Down, inside, its tearing me apart

Ohh sensation
Sin, slave of sensation

Ohh sensation
Sin, slave of sensation

At last, relief
A mothers son has left me sheer
The shores I seek
Are crimson tastes devine
I can't make myself heard, no matter how hard I scream

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2:56 am - History Joke

When flying into Australia, and the customs man asks if you have a criminal record, ask innocently, "Is that still a requirement?"

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