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1000 posts coming up 
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Great to be back and see such a nice thread, keep'em coming |
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Hi 
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From http://mansun.net/news/archive/200011.html |
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From a fan's autograph page |
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Cool pic Caro.
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Where have you been.
Lurking here and working hard and you? |
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Welcome back from lurkdom!..

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He looks sooo hung over in the first one with the sitar. Who's that woman there next to him at Monterey? |
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That's Nico. BTW, has anyone here seen Philippe Garrel's "Le berceau de cristal", starring Nico and Anita? I'd love to see that film, but I'm not sure if it even exists anymore. |
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Funky Punk Woman
I've never been away 
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What's this shit? Brian was a poseur, nothing more than a creature of circumstance. Give it a rest already. Sheesh.
fanatical wankers.
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This is the coolest tread I've ever seen. |
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Welcome Dragon! Hey, this is a major accomplishment for Motels, he's always trying to get lurkers to post, hehe!

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Welcome Water Dragon.
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Merci Beaucoup!
For Brian:
La Fontaine De Sang
by: Charles Baudelaire
Il me semble parfois que mon sang coule a flots,
Ainsi qu'une fontaine aux rythmiques sanglots.
Je l'entends bien qui coule avec un long murmure,
Mais je me hate en vain pour trouver la blessure.
A travers la cite, comme dans un champ clos,
Il s'en va, transformant les paves en ilots,
Desalterant la soif de chaque creature,
Et partout colorant en rouge la nature.
J'ai demande souvent a des vins captieux
D'endormir pour un jour la terreur qui me mine;
Le vin rend l'oeil plus clair et l'oreille plus fine!
J'ai cherche dans l'amour un sommeil oublieux;
Mais l'amour n'est pour moi qu'un matelas d'aiguilles
Fait pour donner a boire a ces cruelles filles!
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