luke_warm
11-18-2005, 06:59 PM
11.18.5
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<[o_0]> yo du u using any hiphop forums ?
<du> im on accesshiphop.com
<[o_0]> listen id lik u to make me a favour. my friends made a video.
would u post advert of it on the forum? as a new thread
<du> definately
<[o_0]> ok:
<[o_0]> http://styldezinte.3ptp.com street raps from capital of poland.
check how the city looks, how street groups look like and how
the chicks are there!
<[o_0]> something like that
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world wide
http://styldezinte.3ptp.com
________
I can stand as remote from myself as from another.
However intense my experience I am conscious of the presence
and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is not a part of me,
but spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it,
and that is no more I than it is you. When the play, it may be
the tragedy, of life is over, the spectator goes his way.
It was a kind of fiction, a work of the imagination only,
so far as he was concerned. This doubleness may easily
make us poor neighbors and friends sometimes.
--henry david thoraeu, on walden pond
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<[o_0]> yo du u using any hiphop forums ?
<du> im on accesshiphop.com
<[o_0]> listen id lik u to make me a favour. my friends made a video.
would u post advert of it on the forum? as a new thread
<du> definately
<[o_0]> ok:
<[o_0]> http://styldezinte.3ptp.com street raps from capital of poland.
check how the city looks, how street groups look like and how
the chicks are there!
<[o_0]> something like that
------------------------------------------------------------
world wide
http://styldezinte.3ptp.com
________
I can stand as remote from myself as from another.
However intense my experience I am conscious of the presence
and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is not a part of me,
but spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it,
and that is no more I than it is you. When the play, it may be
the tragedy, of life is over, the spectator goes his way.
It was a kind of fiction, a work of the imagination only,
so far as he was concerned. This doubleness may easily
make us poor neighbors and friends sometimes.
--henry david thoraeu, on walden pond