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' I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name. . .'
.:. U2: Rock's Unbreakable Heart!
Well, my puppy wasn't trained to kill, but he bit me and gave me nine stiches in my lip, nonetheless. Musta been inbreeding. Really. He's good, like 70% of the time, but when he's had enough, he growls. A sign to 'bak off.' Did I back off? NOOOOOOOO. Hence, the stiches
"too many puppies with guns in their hands"- ha ha ha- anyone hear that song done by Primus, cant remember the name of it but that was one of the lurics in it