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ݱ27 Nov 89<38><39><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>_ROR_-_ALUCARD_<44><5F><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD> ް
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<20> <20> A ް
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<20> This is the 2nd collection of Poems <20> ް
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<20> that I have collected from the Electric Pub. A <20><><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>߰
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<20> Tfile ް
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<20> Written By: Doctor Murdock, Pressed Rat, Reciful, Distribution ް
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<20><><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD> Nighthawk, & William Tell Centere ް
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<20> <20> - RoR - ް
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<20><><EFBFBD>The<68>Pirates'<27>Hollow<6F>-<2D>415/236/2371<37><31>The<68>Electric<69>Pub<75>-<2D>415/236/4380<38><30><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>
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From :Pressed Rat #189
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To:Doc Murdock
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Subject :Goooooooooo Get 'Er!
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DateTime:6:53 pm Tue Oct 24, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28920.1)
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To once and future froods:
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More zillyness.
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I jumped into my handy cart and sailed down Durant.
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I rushed and roared and bumped and jumped and almost lost my pant.
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I screamed at all the passersby and showed to them my smile
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I hit a ramp and almost flew a seventh quarter mile.
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And when I'd reached, oh, sixty five would do it, I would say,
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Went off the Berkeley Pier I did and flew into the Bay.
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The Bay how dark it was, and then I saw beneath the waves
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All manner of discarded things abounding in the caves,
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Including pots and pans and goats and oscillating scraps
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Of pending plibber-bobber-flots and cyclotropic flaps.
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I'll never do this thing again, I swear now unto thee,
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Because I never want to view again what's under-sea.
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Disgusting as it was I now believe I've learned my bit;
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Our San Francisco Bay looks nice but's really full of shit.
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From :Nighthawk #193
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To:Pressed Rat. .
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Subject :How. . .
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DateTime:11:16 pm Tue Oct 24, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28907.1)
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The fuck am I sposed to comete with THAT. . .yer a poet dood (can I hire you
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to write lyrics!!) well lesse what I can come up with. .
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I met you by accident
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but when I did, baby
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It changed my life
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They said we'd never make it
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We proved them all wrong
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Not one of them doubted
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(after a while)
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that when we said
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"I love you"
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there was anything held back.
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But I had to leave,
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We shared some hopes,
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some dreams,
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some laughs,
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some good times,
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and bad.
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It hurt so much to say goodbye
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but we both knew it
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had to be that way.
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Now you've found someone new.
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I hope he'll love you
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the same way I did.
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Good luck honey,
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I still love you,
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I can't help it.
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We don't know what
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the future will bring
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Whether we'll be together
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or apart. .We'll never
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really know for sure.
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If our goodbye was forever
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Thank you for what we had.
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If it wasn't thank you
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for what will be.
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so it doesn't rhyme. . .
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From :The Fez #192
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To:All
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Subject :I'll give it a spin
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DateTime:11:03 am Wed Oct 25, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28902.1)
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let's see...
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Spinning,
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my brain is gyrating in a sea of...
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green
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only the prime and optiman can save me froom
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this
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hell
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that
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i'm
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falling
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into but i don't mind because the light hurts
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my eyess and i'm blinded by the noise of the flowers
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where shal i be when i'm not
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where i should be and
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my life is folding into the springs which hold me up
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at night?
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life is at an end... no
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but what can end that has never begun
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and has never been able to be
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or defined
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the stream of my grey thoughts is spilled
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through my fingers
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a
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to the dark faces of insanity
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and the Flying Eyeball stares through my world
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into my reality.
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--THE F<>Z--
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From :Reficul #196
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To:All
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Subject :Yo yo yo Boyeeee!
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DateTime:12:30 am Thu Oct 26, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28886.1)
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(you are now about to witness the stupidity of REFICUL)
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Straight outta RAT HEAD,
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crazy tetris addict named Reficul,
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from the gang called Rodents With Attitude!
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I gotta Food Fite,
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I like computer light,
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I call up the mother fuckin' METH BOAT all night!
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(grab your jock and tell all those Sucker M.C.'s to get off your tip)
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chicka chicka swcrath chic chica swcrath!
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Word,
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From :Sir Death #1
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To:All You Knobs....
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Subject :Jeez...
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DateTime:10:50 pm Thu Oct 26, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28876.1)
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You are ALL so damn impressive. I can't write stuff like that! Sigh...
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[Mithrils - POEMS -]
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[65] Read:(1-82,<CR>,A,N,P,R,S,Q,?):
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From :Pressed Rat #189
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To:Sir Death #1
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Subject :Goddamn It You Self-Downer
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DateTime:11:38 pm Thu Oct 26, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28870.1)
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Yes you can post stuff like that! Just throw, man! By posting that you can't
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you only strengthen your writerz block...
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N
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ighthawk : (fuck the line noise conspiracy)
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You oughta publish yer love poems
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FEZ : I seen you stoned, that poem is you. I like it.
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Enough Praise!
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Eating braised bananas
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Neath the forest of the sun
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I paused to raise my panas
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When the day had just begun.
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We talked and slept and floodled on
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Into the restless day;
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I rolled upon the moistened grass
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Abstaining in the way.
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I lost my sock, I found my time
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To go upon the roof;
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But then of course I had a horse
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Accomplishing my spoof.
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end here
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From :Reficul #196
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To:All
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Subject :spliffer maddness
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DateTime:8:04 pm Fri Oct 27, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28861.1)
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Oh the wafting smoke
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twisting turning
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my yerning
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the spliff is there waiting
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my body quivering
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shivering
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I raise the life to my lips
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warmth glowing
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flowing
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smoke fills my lungs
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breathing deeply
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sleepy
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I become later on in the night
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I can smile
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but only for a while...
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my yearning goes on...
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REFICUL
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From :Nighthawk #193
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To:All
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Subject :. . .
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DateTime:2:20 am Sat Oct 28, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28857.1)
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Does she know. . .how can I tell?
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Will she care if she does. .
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what will she think
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what will she do. .
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If I ever get the courage
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to ask her to make it
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a "me and you"
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Will she say yes,
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and not just
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for tonight. . .
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Or when it's all done
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will she simply say
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"It's been fun"
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Will she say no
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You're not my type
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Or make up some silly
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unbeliveable excuse
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Or will she laugh. .
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or scream or run
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What will she do
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quoth I to me
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As I st and pondered
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it, I asked to myself
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WHy not find out you
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suffering lout?
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Quit asking these
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questions and get
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to the one that counts!
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Send up some courage
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and just ask her out!
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Partially dedicated to The Ghost User
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The rest to me and any other guys out there who have ever
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been cursed by the lack of balls.
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From :Pressed Rat #189
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To:Jah Love Peoples All Aroun Da Net
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Subject :"I wana kiss u all over"-Queen
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DateTime:9:31 am Sat Oct 28, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28854.1)
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Til the night rushes in...
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Shit, I just CANT resist: here's more boyeee
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+--------------------------+
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! Drawping the FonnkySplop !
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Madness in the funhouse,
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Madness at the shore.
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My dear, if I act strange enough,
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Would you show me how to snore?
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I want to take a little fish
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And throw it 'round the world
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I'll never throw it hard enough
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To show you how I've curled.
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These things come very suddenly,
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I hope they don't offend,
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It's just that I want to take a
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Number 12 Left Skyhook to that
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Horde of Strudel Men.
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! Ahhhh, ... I... Feel Free... (Cream) !
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PsycheFunkaPressed Rat-Moop
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From :William Tell #5
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To:All
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Subject :
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DateTime:10:31 am Sun Oct 29, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28838.1)
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wow...decent poetry dudes.
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There's a cool breeze in my room
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Nighthawk is still passed out
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What a fucking idiot he is
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Why didn't he just go home
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WFT
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From :Reficul #196
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To:William...
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Subject :Poetry
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DateTime:8:13 pm Sun Oct 29, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28827.1)
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beautiful, I couldn't help but laugh when I read that! Damn I wish I could've
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seen that...oh well, I guess I'll just have to get drunk with him myself.
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REFICUL-=IRP=-
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From :Nighthawk #193
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To:Reficul
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Subject :I'll take you up!
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DateTime:10:55 pm Sun Oct 29, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28824.1)
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On that offer Manny !
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lesse. . .can I put this into pseudo-verse. . .
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I set forth early one October eve.
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To have fun with my friends
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Over at the 'Swedes'
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There was Vodka and Rum,
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Margaritas, Daquiris and beer. .
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How could I resist, I had to have some.
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Zoe was there, and Steve and Eric too. .
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They remembered me in Berkeley
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But I wasn't feeling very blue.
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I awoke in the morning
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(Though it was nearl<72><6C>y noon)
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and helped Bill while talking to Zoe.
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I was abandoned in Albany,
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A fate with which I could cope.
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Bart got me home, at 1 this afternoon.
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From :The Fez #192
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To:Everyone And No One
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Subject :Sewde's party
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DateTime:11:41 am Mon Oct 30, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28814.1)
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We were all dreading the weekend
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we knew it would be a bore,
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'til decided to go te Swede's house
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and have alcohol galore
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But it was already way past seven
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And no sight of the 'snatcher's car
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What could we do without him
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when he was buying the bar?
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But finally he came,
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Swede and he bought the stuff
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Four 12-packs, cheap wine in a box
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Vodka, rum ,tequila, and mixes
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for nine people, It was more than enough.
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--more to follow, at a later date
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--THE FEZ--
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From :Pressed Rat #189
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To:The Fez #192
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Subject :...may I add a verse? Yes.
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DateTime:8:10 pm Mon Oct 30, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28803.1)
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RE: Sewde's party
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And then when Micah4 arrived
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We had a killer time
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Just asking him what day it was
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And spinning on a dime
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Oh we had a little thing in Alameda
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There was janet, there was biff, and there was Tad,
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Oh we had a little thing in Alameda
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And Roger never made it from the pad.
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Oh we had to leave old Roger on the sofa,
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Oh we had to leave old Roger on the couch,
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And the reason that we had to leave old Roger on the futon
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Was that Roger couldn't get out of the house.
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So it rhymes not. Ah, me
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[Mithrils - POEMS -]
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[74] Read:(1-82,<CR>,A,N,P,R,S,Q,?):
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From :Rabid Liberal #9
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To:Hahaha Pr
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Subject :yep
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DateTime:9:31 am Tue Oct 31, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28795.1)
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There was a little party down in Albany
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there was Will and the was Zoe there was Josh
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there was a little party down in albany
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and josh will and zoe got really squashed
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oh there was a little party down in albay
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and josh was so squashed that he ate 2 kielbasa dead cow penii from pot God
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then he went to a larger party down in berkeley
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and stayed their till pretty early iin the morning
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Another non-rhyming version of the Cal Drinking Song
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From :Doctor Murdock #2
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To:All
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Subject :Life and the Beerz within
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DateTime:6:02 pm Tue Oct 31, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28789.1)
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Icka Icka Shooz boy was a dude
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He met a girl that was in the mood
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He unzipped his pant and said HI
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She laughed so hard she had to cry
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He said, BITCH!
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She gave another snitch
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He killed her with a blow to the head
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She said nothin cuuuz....she was dead.
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From :William Tell #5
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To:Heheheheh
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Subject :
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DateTime:12:34 pm Thu Nov 02, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28780.1)
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Oh, I had a little party down in Albany
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There was beer, and rum, and vodka, and Josh's buds.
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Oh, I had little party UP in Albany,
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And I ended up just puking up my guts
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While most of the Posse left with Zoe
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Ratsnacther had climb over the gate
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And the reason why they had to leave old Roger at the Party
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Was that Roger was in a twisted drunken state.
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For the Pot God, For the Pot God....
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From :Pressed Rat #189
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To:All
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Subject :Sorry!
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DateTime:1:52 pm Thu Nov 02, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28776.1)
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Yeah, it was Albany not Alameda! Fuck Me... Ie wase oute whene Ie rote thate.
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It's living now and sliming
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Just inside our bathroom door
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We once had wished to keep it climbing
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But now we are no more.
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It GOT us all, it killed us with
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Its homicidal tongue,
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It rolled into our mental myth
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And dosed us with Hot Fun.
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We wonder now what happened then
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And murmur over this;
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How one such blob of now and zen
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Could send us all to Dis.
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laff sum mo, Rab!
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-----> Opressed Oreal Orat
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From :Rabid Liberal #9
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To:Sheiiiiiiiiiit
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Subject :i s laffing!
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DateTime:11:32 am Fri Nov 03, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28759.1)
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i is laughin OK? Sokay, sallright.
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I need weed.. Anyone have any?
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[Mithrils - POEMS -]
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[79] Read:(1-82,<CR>,A,N,P,R,S,Q,?):
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From :William Tell #5
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To:Rab
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Subject :not me
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DateTime:5:17 pm Sat Nov 04, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28727.1)
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I don't need weed....CAL FUCKING BEAT ARIZONA!!!!
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Beer is awesome for now!
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[Mithrils - POEMS -]
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[80] Read:(1-82,<CR>,A,N,P,R,S,Q,?):
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From :Doctor Murdock #2
|
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To:All
|
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Subject :lalala
|
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DateTime:11:26 am Sat Nov 11, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-28639.1)
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I once could drink Beer
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I once good eat good food
|
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Now all of it I throw...
|
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And to the Marines Corps I GO!
|
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Lalalala..hello mister Blood pressure
|
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Lalalala..I hate you, do you see?
|
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Lililili..I would stab you with a knife...
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Lililili..but that would kill me.
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Hic hic..one day I willd rink you Beer, again
|
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Burp Burp..for that day I can hardly wait
|
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Hic hic..I'll drink you too, 'Ol lovely JD
|
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Burp burp..and pukin will feel GREAT!
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For now I need a womin..
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So I can rut her oh so fine..
|
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A girl..maybe a Tomboy...UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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U
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<EFBFBD>tz<EFBFBD>'<27>[<5B>l<EFBFBD><6C>ye?*<2A><><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>Z<EFBFBD><5A><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>A~<7E>l=<3D><><EFBFBD>U<EFBFBD><55>XQ3<51><33><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>q<EFBFBD><71><EFBFBD>]Rʙ<52><CA99> <20><><EFBFBD>.<2E>k
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THE DANCER
|
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__________
|
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|
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The black figurine comes to all who call it's
|
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name and tells the story with it's dance of
|
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death and silent song. It twirls
|
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and twirls, agile as the shadow it comes from and lulls you
|
|||
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with it's majestic waltz. The dancer awaits.
|
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|
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Touch it's hand and join the dancer.
|
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|
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And live throughout eternity. Touch it's hand
|
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and feel the soothing black colour your
|
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soul. And then you will pain no more.
|
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The dancer awaits.
|
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Doctor Murdock
|
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RoR
|
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11-27-89
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Distributed in part by:
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Skeleton Crue 415-376-8060 located out of Moraga, California.
|
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!!Get on the band wagon before it RUNS YOU DOWN!!
|
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The very LAST bastion of Abusive Thought in all of the Suburbian West Coast...
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Another file downloaded from: The NIRVANAnet(tm) Seven
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& the Temple of the Screaming Electron Taipan Enigma 510/935-5845
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Burn This Flag Zardoz 408/363-9766
|
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realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 510/527-1662
|
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Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 801/278-2699
|
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The New Dork Sublime Biffnix 415/864-DORK
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The Shrine Rif Raf 206/794-6674
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Planet Mirth Simon Jester 510/786-6560
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"Raw Data for Raw Nerves"
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