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* April 21 Phucked Phreak Productions Vol 20 *
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* Proudly Presents.... *
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* \ / \ *
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* / / \ \/ *
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* \ \ / \\ . *
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* \ \ / \ ____________________________ *
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* \ / \ ||||||| A-Poetic Crock of Shit #1 | *
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* \ \ |||||||____________________________| *
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* ' / *
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* *
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* WARNING: The Attorney General has determined that these files may *
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* be as dangerous to your dogma as that cigarette is to your *
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* Health! *
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*__________________________________________________________________________*
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Poems, Poems, Poems
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By
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J o H n C o N s T a N t I n E
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A Cabalistic Question
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"Who Amongst ye dost worship a vengeful God?"
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"If it is ye then ye be damned for a doG, doG."
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"Reverse thyself and know what thou art truly."
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FAITH
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Nothing Rots forever.
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Already I feel your disease.
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Your fetid breath assaults my senses,
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blowing hypocritical babblings
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of God, of Christ.
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"Our Saviour."
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Yours pal, not mine.
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Chest heaving,
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lost in a sea of pain,
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the dying engine of apocalypse slows,
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periodically stopping,
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dangling relief just out of reach.
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Then mercilessly the demons injects life
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into your wasted soul.
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Four times now,
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just one more left.
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Each time stealing something else,
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a moment, a limb, our happiness, your eyes.
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Saving for last
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your mind.
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They want you to watch... No,
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to wallow in your own destruction.
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Gladly you oblige,
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calling it "faith in god's will."
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i.e. S U P P O R T E U T H A N A S I A !!!!
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The Hermit
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The hermit sits reposed
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upon a mountain pinnacle,
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high above
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this sea of storms.
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Within his heart he wields
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a six-rayed star, a lantern,
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overflowing with love,
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shattering the porcelain sky
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as he looks down
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upon the conquered serpent.
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He is a beacon
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to the weary climbers
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far
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below.
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Dreams
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Passing moments, fleeting instants
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of clarity.
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Eternal hours of intense fear or....
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undying pleasures.
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Private worlds, endless surrealities.
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Where sultry snow is possible and
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possibility is limitless.
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Isolation
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Alone,
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Because of what i could not.... did not say
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I am sitting in the cold writing
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to my notebook.
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Instead of speaking to you.
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Frigid air
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rather than your warm breath, caresses my cheeks.
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The purple color of frozen flesh
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creeps up my fingertips
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moving towards my heart,
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As I recall the impenetrable fortress.....
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that was your smile.
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The Five Senses of A Pariah
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Lonliness.
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Alienation.
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Outsideness.
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Staring from afar
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through an infinitly thin glass pane.
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Like a photgrapher
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Who does not participate but only records,
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A copy machine mindlessly spewing forms,
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A satellite in orbit,
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Or a T.V. junky,
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Hearing through stethoscope ears,
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Seeing through telescopic laser beam eyes,
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And feeling,
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Smelling,
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Tasting,
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Nothing
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But what imagination cruelly supplies.
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Rat-Man You and Me
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Like a rat
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in the behaviorist's cage
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he does his duty:
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runs the maze
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mindlessly.
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He presses buttons,
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pulls levers, climbs ladders,
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all in hopes of
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avoiding an electric shock,
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tasting a bit of food,
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or hearing a pleasant sound.
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You and I are that rat
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although you do not realize it.
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But for you there is no cheese
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at the mazes end.
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Midnight Duel
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In a dream
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I became powerful.
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Drunk on dream-wine,
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I challenged Reality to a duel.
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He arrived at high-moon
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in the guise of a thick newspaper.
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He offered no resistance as my disposable dragon
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withered his dry leaves.
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I woke
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Up.
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Only to hear the morning delivry
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thump against my front door.
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Chain
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Staring at the smooth surface
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of the jade Buddha,
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A strong urge to string him
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about my heart arises.
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Thinking carefully,
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I realize there is no need.
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He resides already within my heart.
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Death-Trip Blackout
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Small needles of ice
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dig deep within my mind,
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injecting liquid indigo,
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blackening my vision.
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Currents of blackness swirl
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like an oil spill within my brain
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causing all processes of thought
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to come to a grinding halt
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except of course for the one
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far off,
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the one watching, the one composing
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in terror.
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It calls out
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screaming
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for a sort of spiritual pillow
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to take away the pain
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as it too is engulfed in the void.
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Distribute freely but don't use any of what I've written for
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and purpose other than your own enjoyment.
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The Cage --- (708)-945-3665 (PPP headquarters)
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Ripco --- (708)-528-5020
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***********************************************************************
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Peace \/
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John Constantine
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