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--- <20>dhinn Voodoo Buddha
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OVB.TXT
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Copyright 1984; 1989; 1990; 1991; 1996; 2000
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Terry Washington aka Phoenixx
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1048 W Winona 3E
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Chicago IL 60640-3125
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773-561-0737
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HTTP://members.tripod.com/~mdars/experiences/ter.htm
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HTTP://www.angelfire.com/journal/archer/index.html
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This file was last updated on Thursday, July 13th, 2000 at 3:03am.
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Note: The selection 'T. M. B.' in BOOK2.TXT was co-written by
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T. Washington and C. Santiago - Copyright 1986 T. Washington
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and C. Santiago ('Scorched-Earth Policy' guitarist)
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All rights reserved
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Permission is granted by the author to copy and redistribute the
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text of this document, provided it remains unchanged and complete.
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--- Foreword
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This is an original work, that I constructed over a very long period
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of time (from 1984 to the present). Most of the files were written on
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the word processing application of a Psion Series 3a palmtop computer;
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all of the machine-specific formatting (centered text; bold, italic
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and underlined characters) has been lost, in the transfer to a plain
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ASCII text format. Nearly all of the text was centered in the original
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document. A properly formatted Windows Write version is available,
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and will be freely provided to anyone that requests it.
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Much of the book was written while I was enduring a very bizarre
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series of awful personal difficulties, which wouldn't be easy to
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explain; I apologize for any disturbances that might be created in the
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minds of any of the readers by any of the selections, but I felt that
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it was important to include the entire text of the book (which I
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originally forwarded to Lauren Cohn; see notes and letters elsewhere
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in this file), because of what I have perceived (over the years since
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I first released a copy of it) as a kind of 'stir' that the book may
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have created.
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Although I cannot claim to have perfect knowledge of what seems to be
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a kind of interactivity between normal human consciousness, and what
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may be intelligent non-human minds (such as angels, demons, 'aliens,'
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etcetera), because of my wide range of personal experiences, I
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strongly believe that such beings do exist, and often influence the
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minds of human beings. Most writers, artists and musicians (that
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believe that such intelligences exist) would probably like to believe
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that they are inspired only by 'good' spirits. Unfortunately, in this
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day and age, it seems that many people are heavily influenced by what
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are spoken of in the Bible as 'seducing spirits,' which basically
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means demons or fallen angels.
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I believe that some portions of the text of this book that I have
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written, may have been influenced to some degree by evil spirits,
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because of the chaotic emotional state that I was often in while
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writing various sections. Other portions probably aren't. To be on
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the safe side, I strongly encourage anyone that will read this book of
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poetry to pray to the Lord for protection against any evil spirits
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that may have been associated with the production of this particular
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work.
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Five additional poems have been included, in BOOK8.TXT. I am seeking
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an honest literary agent, to assist me in publishing this volume (or
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selected excerpts from it) of poetry, as well as a complete book of
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my log entries.
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--- BOOK1.TXT
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A Room and a Rocking Chair
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it's early evening
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and there is
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an open window sweet breeze wafting
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through and of course sunlight that
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beams onto the oak floor at the
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expected angle
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lace doilies carefully placed on the sill
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a vague smell of menthol
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maybe some kind of tea
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maybe not
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outside there is a breathtakingly beautiful view of a
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series of random canyons
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growing dimmer
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because of the setting sun
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descending at this moment
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in the room there is only this bulb
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narrating the story (of the woman
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known as rita
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who is
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sitting and
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not knitting) in her antique
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cherrywood rocking chair
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just rocking steadily
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just waiting for you to arrive
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A Serious Chat with Beelzebub
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hey man
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are you really up there?
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i know that Christ is, or will be soon
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is it you that engineered all of the peculiar
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folk sayings that are beating the
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psychological stuffing out
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of us nowadays? did
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you set all of the
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intellectual
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time bombs
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that seem to
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be constantly
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going off? have
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you and your hench
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men been given permission
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to torment the longhairs with
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your enigmas and conundrums?
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i think that we deserve the truthful
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answer that surely you don't want us to
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have considering how bad a rap you have gotten
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in the Scriptures - why, my capitalization of that word
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must really irk you
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i guess i'd be upset
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too if i toiled at such
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a thankless job - not
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that i'm qualified to be
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a judge or anything, but
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couldn't you guys restrain
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yourselves from debauching
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the earth girls - yeah they sure
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are damningly fetching, but come
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on, is it that bad being born asexual?
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it must be, considering how much your
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workers dwell on carnal issues once they
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are nicely ensconced in warm human bodies
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what's going to happen when you are cast down?
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hey man
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why aren't you answering me?
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Ancient Chinese Secret
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those dirty rings
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and other snarky smelly things
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are nothing more than
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mirthful memories
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a few thousand years
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from now
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Around Me
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do you like my company?
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am i welcome at your home?
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would you
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treat me like a serial killer if
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i said that i didn't like a certain
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culture or race because of having
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been bombarded with too many bogus
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experiences relating to them? would you
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hold that against me? would you
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treat me like an idiot if i decided
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to drop out of a society that
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exalts ignorance and insensitivity?
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that praises and honors individuals that
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will never be able to write coherent
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english, or count past an arbitrary
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limit? if i shunned the nastier side
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of capitalism after having it revealed
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as a pen of nakedly wriggling swinelike
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hypocrites, would you point out how
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phony i am, and laugh at me when i tried
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to vainly defend myself, and give reasons
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for my goofy and disheveled appearance?
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do you like
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being around me?
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Baby, It's Hot Outside
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please my darling
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don't continue to
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send your eerie
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friends chasing after
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me casting spells
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and just because
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i don't want
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to rule this
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rotten old world
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don't think that
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i'm a wimp
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because i am
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not and i
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have brand new
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plans for you
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and if you
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know what's good
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for you you'll
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accept God's love
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and not kill
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people with your
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demonic cult we
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are immune silly
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rabbit you have
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been infiltrated by
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a dybbuk and
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<EFBFBD>dhinn is unhappy
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with us we
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still have to
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transplant those maple
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trees and i'm
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sure we will
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Be Good
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the devil says that there
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is no you which encourages
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you to say that there is no
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God and no devil and that
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there is no need to pay
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homage to either of them
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even though it surely seems
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as if many of you are worshipping
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something although you put many
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different attractive faces on your
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objects of devotion they are all
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roads to beelzebub and the big
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tupperware party that he has
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planned yes i am aware of the
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truth and i know that shamballa
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exists and that there are some
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pretty horrible things going on in
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other dimensions and on other worlds
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i have been to one of the nicer ones and
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upon returning home have been extremely
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persecuted because the spiritual rulers
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here know that i could upset many of
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their well-laid plans for ensnaring
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more innocent human souls into
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their mindless program of evil
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malthusian destruction and
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that just won't do - if you
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don't worship their gods
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of destruction well then
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you are just no damn good
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but i remember the book of job
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and the line somewhere in the Bible
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about being wise as serpents and
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harmless as doves i am at peace
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with the knee slapping hilarity
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of their inane modes of worship
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and i won't go insane but they will
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and they will meet the evil god they
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love so much he will probably tear
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them into little pieces like tash
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did in the chronicles of narnia
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please be good
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Better Wake Up Now
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darling
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wake up
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they're coming for us
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i know you're still sleepy
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after such a long flight
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but they are finally beginning to understand
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our mission
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and they don't want us to sing that lullaby
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they know what would happen
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and it's against their religion
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please wake up sweetheart
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(i love you more when you're asleep)
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we have time to sketch a bit before we go
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oh no maybe not
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they're pounding on the door
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now you're awake
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our cab is waiting outside the window
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what?
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yes, we are on the ninth floor
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get up
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ok
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never mind the door keys
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let's go
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Birdie Jo Hoakes
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my little f(r)iend
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your real (')nam(e) is toby
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no not that one the
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talk show freak
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you're such a scammer
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i admire you for your
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h(ill)b(ill)y (c)harm
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it s(often)s my heart
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you are so cl(eve)r
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but so am )i(
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i know that your p(are)nt(s)
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never ab(andon)ed you
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you thin(k) that you've found
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the fo(u)nta(in) of youth
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with your (unscru)pulous
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vamp(iri)c cr(owl)ey(it)e o(cc)ultism
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you little f(oo)l, noth(i)ng (is) new
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the vill(age)rs are after you en masse
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tor(ch)es lit
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they want their (mon)ey back
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they don't (car)e if you're already in (ja)il
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By Cracky
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the rice life
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it almost done me in
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i don't like the punk
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nyuk nyuk nyuk
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and her fascist negro jew
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friends high fiving
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dumpty style so
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they
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won't help me
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they only want
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a disposable skin
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for quetzalcoatl or kali
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well guess what you fairies
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my friend china is gonna kick your collective ass
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from pillar to post
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guaranteed
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and i helped
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Charred Homeless Kittens
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whoa what a big blaze
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glad i paid attention
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and listened to mama
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she dragged me out
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of the fire and told me
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to read the Good Book
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before she did how odd
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that i was warned in so
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many ways about this
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great destruction of
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chicago and how odd that
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others only laughed
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however many times i
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attempted to explain
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my subjective awareness
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of the schedule for the
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catastrophe and how many
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times and ways i was almost
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killed for trying to scream
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aloud to warn them that
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squadrons of demons live
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in my brain and whisper hints
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and clues and try to elbow
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the Holy Spirit out of the way
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there are no exorcists
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available so i have to live
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with the fracas in my mind
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for a little while longer until
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the fires burn out and i can
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begin my tribe down south
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checked in and didn't check
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out why wouldn't they listen to
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me rather than james brown?
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if i am killed it will only get much
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better for me and far worse for
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the foolish forces holding the gun
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so please leave me be i have
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serious work to do and i will
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not become a villain unless you
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make me into one and none of us
|
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|
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want that to happen so just let
|
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me live and keep praying to God
|
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|
Darn
|
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|
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|
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|
|
three ring circus of greed and insanity
|
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|
|
the clock is still ticking what time is it
|
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|
|
judgment day can't be far away we are
|
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|
|
enduring a critical mass of bearish or
|
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|
|
is it bullish solipsistic phenomena my
|
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|
|
word what a symbolic traffic jam how
|
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|
|
did we get
|
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|
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so caught
|
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|
|
up in this
|
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|
|
whirlwind
|
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|
|
someone
|
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|
|
worked a
|
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|
|
wizardly
|
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|
|
wild wave
|
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|
|
of incredibly preposterous outrageous
|
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|
|
humor no human minds could have set a
|
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|
|
series of paranormal events like these
|
|||
|
|
in motion and i am certain that socialist
|
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|
|
forces from another dimension or some
|
|||
|
|
other nefarious organs are responsible
|
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|
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|
|||
|
|
Dreams of the Darkie
|
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|
|
|
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|
|
ancient pyramid bricker
|
|||
|
|
spooky candlestick flicker
|
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|
|
plantation cotton field picker
|
|||
|
|
backwoods moonshine liquor
|
|||
|
|
gooey hair grease slicker
|
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|
|
pigskin field goal kicker
|
|||
|
|
parental guidance sticker
|
|||
|
|
white house old boy tricker
|
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|
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|
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|
|
Even Blind Dogs Find Bones
|
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|
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|
|
when you talk to dogs you gotta bark
|
|||
|
|
i see sailor moon on the cutty sark
|
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|
|
and speed racer dealing with the mammoth car
|
|||
|
|
trixie weeping at the edge of a cliff not far
|
|||
|
|
away from princess sunshine swinging
|
|||
|
|
to and fro hither and thither and singing
|
|||
|
|
in her gracias way of brightening
|
|||
|
|
your day even though it's frightening
|
|||
|
|
i just gotta laugh and laugh at the cheesy
|
|||
|
|
ness of this whole process of sleazy extra
|
|||
|
|
terrestrial hypocrisy i may just snap
|
|||
|
|
har har har i started all of this crap
|
|||
|
|
long ago and now i have to live with it so
|
|||
|
|
i'm reading my script and then i'll go
|
|||
|
|
and leave you all totally alone but not
|
|||
|
|
until the true show hits the real spot
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and some of you will remember that i told you so
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
First, I Will Heal You
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
why have i bothered you for so long?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i need the prism of
|
|||
|
|
your humbly holy mind
|
|||
|
|
to gather and separate sunlight
|
|||
|
|
into pure rays of unquenchable
|
|||
|
|
firefighting radiation
|
|||
|
|
to throw them for
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
a distance and put
|
|||
|
|
the fear of the unknown
|
|||
|
|
into their cocky unsanctimonious
|
|||
|
|
selves they make fun of the mom
|
|||
|
|
and pop operation that we
|
|||
|
|
were sent to build upon
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
why are you resistant to my charm?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Giggling With Barney
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
my
|
|||
|
|
jolly imp
|
|||
|
|
patron saint of
|
|||
|
|
silliness he means much
|
|||
|
|
more than what you think he is
|
|||
|
|
a gangster muppet his brain is nicely
|
|||
|
|
unfettered by workaday cares he knows how
|
|||
|
|
and why his folks
|
|||
|
|
were destroyed he was
|
|||
|
|
present with the pterodactyls
|
|||
|
|
swirling above in the red sky he knows
|
|||
|
|
that they actually will be back because of the
|
|||
|
|
mad scientists that
|
|||
|
|
are feverishly tinkering
|
|||
|
|
with the encyclopedia of gene
|
|||
|
|
information he understands that the
|
|||
|
|
kaballah and yggdrasil have reached an accord
|
|||
|
|
he is a
|
|||
|
|
smart
|
|||
|
|
reptile
|
|||
|
|
and he is
|
|||
|
|
nobody's
|
|||
|
|
fool no sirree
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Guess Who Tricked You
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
my bright friend you've been to the fair lands of the
|
|||
|
|
germans jews jamaicans japanese nigerians jordanians
|
|||
|
|
i am from the lands of lemuria atlantis and antarctica the
|
|||
|
|
homes of three-eyed lizards and smiley bird people that can
|
|||
|
|
really for really fly and they don't need no flashlights they are
|
|||
|
|
enjoying truly tax free economies what fun we have travelling thru
|
|||
|
|
time to tickle your not so funny bones and how goofy it'll all seem
|
|||
|
|
when you finally get into our worlds that are so close and yet
|
|||
|
|
so far i have a very good clue for your particle physicists
|
|||
|
|
only they will be able to oo wa oo decipher wa oo wa it
|
|||
|
|
there that's it now you can find your way back
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Gyra is a Weird Dude
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
a hidden god
|
|||
|
|
is a funny thing
|
|||
|
|
his unknown input
|
|||
|
|
and influence
|
|||
|
|
leaving artists
|
|||
|
|
scratching their heads
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
coordinating complex
|
|||
|
|
musical arrangements
|
|||
|
|
throughout the ages
|
|||
|
|
making merriment
|
|||
|
|
despite his pledge
|
|||
|
|
of utter anonymity
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
an author of mind numbing
|
|||
|
|
puns and synchronicities
|
|||
|
|
that guarantee that
|
|||
|
|
wonder and perplexity
|
|||
|
|
will never be absent
|
|||
|
|
while this age lasts
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
tweaking the prose of
|
|||
|
|
apparently gifted writers
|
|||
|
|
adjusting a few words
|
|||
|
|
here and there for greater
|
|||
|
|
impact hundreds of years
|
|||
|
|
hence how strange
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
a time traveller before
|
|||
|
|
knowledge of such modes
|
|||
|
|
of conveyance dawns in the
|
|||
|
|
imaginations of mortals
|
|||
|
|
because of his relative
|
|||
|
|
peacefulness he is able
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
to remain unimpeded by
|
|||
|
|
the crush of things to
|
|||
|
|
come and only past
|
|||
|
|
the turning point does
|
|||
|
|
he shed his skin and spring
|
|||
|
|
forth as the conqueror he is
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
How We Grieve the Most High
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we are more insensitive
|
|||
|
|
to what God wants than
|
|||
|
|
any other needy person
|
|||
|
|
elsewhere in the cosmos
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
God needs us and don't
|
|||
|
|
you wonder why? has a
|
|||
|
|
demon so firm a grip on
|
|||
|
|
your leg that you can't
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
realize that we are the
|
|||
|
|
thorn in God's side? He
|
|||
|
|
does love us very much
|
|||
|
|
and wishes that we knew
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
how much He wants to let
|
|||
|
|
us enter His Kingdom of
|
|||
|
|
true peace and harmony
|
|||
|
|
He is not a cruel nazi as
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
many of us imagine him to
|
|||
|
|
be - His many regulations
|
|||
|
|
and rules were meant to
|
|||
|
|
help rather than hurt us
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
when we break His Laws we
|
|||
|
|
grieve Him and He removes
|
|||
|
|
His protection from us so
|
|||
|
|
that we'll know how badly
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
humans need Him
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Hungry Crocodiles
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i am a
|
|||
|
|
space age white
|
|||
|
|
boy blacker
|
|||
|
|
than you
|
|||
|
|
will
|
|||
|
|
ever be
|
|||
|
|
and proud
|
|||
|
|
all attempts
|
|||
|
|
to blackmail
|
|||
|
|
me backfire
|
|||
|
|
on the perpetrators they
|
|||
|
|
burn up i know where the
|
|||
|
|
bodies are buried and the
|
|||
|
|
lady crocodiles are my
|
|||
|
|
friends we swing dance
|
|||
|
|
together and i visit their
|
|||
|
|
secret palaces down in the
|
|||
|
|
boggy swamps i know where
|
|||
|
|
the angels live and how their
|
|||
|
|
cloaked dwellings masquerade
|
|||
|
|
as clouds and that some of
|
|||
|
|
them are independent and
|
|||
|
|
don't work for our God
|
|||
|
|
the ones that are
|
|||
|
|
hungry like the pond
|
|||
|
|
life that i mentioned a
|
|||
|
|
moment ago yeah man
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I Will Shock You
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i am a miraculously regenerative white blood cell
|
|||
|
|
and i will not be mistaken for a disease
|
|||
|
|
i will crush you and your hordes
|
|||
|
|
with my antibiotic venom
|
|||
|
|
ultimately you'll burn
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
you will suffer the deaths that your persecution
|
|||
|
|
of the prophets of God warrants o yes
|
|||
|
|
and your monkey servants will
|
|||
|
|
eat the fat flesh from
|
|||
|
|
your wicked bones
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
by now you should realize how much i hate you and
|
|||
|
|
your stupid excuse for righteousness
|
|||
|
|
that makes a mockery of the
|
|||
|
|
limitless mercy of God
|
|||
|
|
all of you will bleed
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i created the ku klux klan as a racial safety valve
|
|||
|
|
and you will now learn the truth of what
|
|||
|
|
you do not see you'd best be
|
|||
|
|
praying to God to find
|
|||
|
|
a way back home
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
because your sickening civilization is about to be
|
|||
|
|
shaken to it's roots and phony baloney
|
|||
|
|
slugs in our government will
|
|||
|
|
return to their original
|
|||
|
|
puddles of slime
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
yes i hate you and mama africa agrees with me she
|
|||
|
|
knows how evil you really are and how you
|
|||
|
|
puppet and abuse the minds of
|
|||
|
|
the children of God until
|
|||
|
|
they are soulless
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
your merchants will mourn and your trained monkey
|
|||
|
|
entertainers will stop dancing as bombs go off
|
|||
|
|
under their itchy rears; how exciting
|
|||
|
|
it will be to see the righteous
|
|||
|
|
nature of man restored
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i hope that you think that it's funny because actually
|
|||
|
|
it really is; if you'd adjusted your greed and
|
|||
|
|
transmitted the right values to your
|
|||
|
|
charges mister lincoln wouldn't
|
|||
|
|
be weeping so profusely
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Jojo from Ghana
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
have you
|
|||
|
|
ever
|
|||
|
|
gone to
|
|||
|
|
a library and
|
|||
|
|
pulled a random tome
|
|||
|
|
from a shelf - or better yet
|
|||
|
|
asked a stranger or a librarian for
|
|||
|
|
a favorite book of theirs to read? probably
|
|||
|
|
not - if you had you might have eventually
|
|||
|
|
met some wonderful new friends like
|
|||
|
|
ashurbanipal tezcatlipoca diana
|
|||
|
|
cimeres baron samadi
|
|||
|
|
gudrun solomon
|
|||
|
|
loki volo
|
|||
|
|
isis osiris
|
|||
|
|
merlin oomingmak
|
|||
|
|
anansie black elk kukulkan
|
|||
|
|
and many other beings that surely
|
|||
|
|
were at least as much a concern to God as
|
|||
|
|
we are
|
|||
|
|
today
|
|||
|
|
lucky
|
|||
|
|
beings
|
|||
|
|
that were
|
|||
|
|
as worried for
|
|||
|
|
the condition of
|
|||
|
|
errant humanity as
|
|||
|
|
we claim to be today and
|
|||
|
|
some of them have darn good
|
|||
|
|
ideas and plans for putting things right
|
|||
|
|
they, God and jojo from ghana know what needs to be done
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Lora Makes Me Brave
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
her apple-butter smile
|
|||
|
|
makes me feel much less like
|
|||
|
|
the dinner of a hungry insect mother
|
|||
|
|
she's not just from the village of the wild rose
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
she is the wild rose
|
|||
|
|
i will make sure that her mom
|
|||
|
|
gets her back home before i begin to
|
|||
|
|
lose my cool in this idiotic town of dumb duckies
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
that insect momma with
|
|||
|
|
her black shiny head is nearby
|
|||
|
|
and drooling acidic saliva all over me hey
|
|||
|
|
you're not my ma and i will fight you with this sharp
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
stick (lora hand me that
|
|||
|
|
sharp stick ... thanks lovey) now
|
|||
|
|
take that oh dear (look at that lovey, it
|
|||
|
|
broke on her hed (h-e-d); gee now i'm kinda worried
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
what should i do, lora? i
|
|||
|
|
have been advised to listen very
|
|||
|
|
closely to everything that you say, and i
|
|||
|
|
have been) back, fiend, get back ... man that thing
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
is getting out of control (
|
|||
|
|
haven't you thought of anything yet,
|
|||
|
|
sweetie? oh, that's a good idea!) wait, let me
|
|||
|
|
take them off (they are steel-toed, you know) here
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
foul creature, shove those
|
|||
|
|
in your gaping maw, and take this box
|
|||
|
|
of cheap plastic pink hands while you're at it; i
|
|||
|
|
won't be needing them any longer (what else, my dear,
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the loopy thing's still drooling
|
|||
|
|
... ah, a guitar - gotcha; AND a stick of
|
|||
|
|
dynamite! let me kiss you silly! [kiss noises]
|
|||
|
|
light the stick; here goes the guitar) there you go, evil
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
beast, are you satisfied now?
|
|||
|
|
(it stopped salivating, but it's mouth
|
|||
|
|
is still open - is it lit? give it here, i'm gonna
|
|||
|
|
toss it up in it's mouth ... boy, that mouth is as big as a
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
friggin seven-eleven, isn't it?
|
|||
|
|
here goes! wait, it's finishing the guitar
|
|||
|
|
strings ... whoa, this wick is burning down fast; i gotta
|
|||
|
|
toss this thing, quick - here goes!) right in the kisser! (let's
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
book!) clip clop clip clop clip clop
|
|||
|
|
clip clop clip trip clip clop clip clop clip clop
|
|||
|
|
(there, we're about a block away now, check it out!) ss
|
|||
|
|
ssssssss ... urp ... kkkaabbboooooommm !!! i love you lora
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
whoa, not a scratch - yikes, it's skittering this way!
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and it's muttering darkly
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Look for the Lost
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i've just lost a sparkling jewel
|
|||
|
|
perhaps it dropped into a pool
|
|||
|
|
it quickly flew away somewhere
|
|||
|
|
it once rode in an ethiop's ear
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i've mislocated a lovely feather
|
|||
|
|
hard to keep in stormy weather
|
|||
|
|
she spun away up high mach schnell
|
|||
|
|
might have dropped into a well
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i can't find my frightened sheep
|
|||
|
|
they need their rations and their sleep
|
|||
|
|
their downy wool was primed to shear
|
|||
|
|
the hungry wolf is what they fear
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
if you help me find these things
|
|||
|
|
i will melt down golden rings
|
|||
|
|
and crush pure carbon in my hand
|
|||
|
|
to help prepare your promised land
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Love Talk from a Nazi Priestess
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
sweetheart i want you to know
|
|||
|
|
that i do love you and all of the
|
|||
|
|
money in the world or all of the
|
|||
|
|
tea in china wouldn't change my
|
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|
|
mind i want you to believe all of
|
|||
|
|
my promises because they are
|
|||
|
|
all true we really will live happily
|
|||
|
|
ever after and no of course i'm
|
|||
|
|
not jewish you know that why'd
|
|||
|
|
you ask me such a foolish sort
|
|||
|
|
of question why i wouldn't even
|
|||
|
|
waste my time on such people !
|
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|
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sure, lady
|
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|
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|
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|
|
Love the Future
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i have been given a preview of the real new world
|
|||
|
|
please don't worry or fret friends
|
|||
|
|
about the way of the earth
|
|||
|
|
don't fear the
|
|||
|
|
scary grip
|
|||
|
|
that the
|
|||
|
|
material
|
|||
|
|
realm has
|
|||
|
|
on all of us
|
|||
|
|
fear God and
|
|||
|
|
honor Him and no
|
|||
|
|
matter what happens
|
|||
|
|
you will always pull through
|
|||
|
|
the future loves you and we'll make it
|
|||
|
|
to that bright new world i have been given a preview
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
My Dear Son Svastika
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
hark
|
|||
|
|
beloved son
|
|||
|
|
we lost that war
|
|||
|
|
because it was wrong
|
|||
|
|
the initial effort wasn't evil but
|
|||
|
|
we were carried away by the id forces that
|
|||
|
|
are always present in wars of territorial
|
|||
|
|
expansion and colonialism the Lord
|
|||
|
|
knows that what they were
|
|||
|
|
doing (and what others
|
|||
|
|
are doing now) was
|
|||
|
|
(and is) wrong
|
|||
|
|
but now
|
|||
|
|
we just have to grit our teeth and let the next battle
|
|||
|
|
begin we have been genetically programmed to be
|
|||
|
|
defeatists for too long and our striving against
|
|||
|
|
this has made the Lord disfavor us and deliver us
|
|||
|
|
to our own methods of self-destruction this time we
|
|||
|
|
will
|
|||
|
|
try to
|
|||
|
|
remain
|
|||
|
|
calm and
|
|||
|
|
sell them the
|
|||
|
|
ropes for their
|
|||
|
|
own foolish demise
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
No More Reruns
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
enjoy syndicated television and video products in general
|
|||
|
|
because the time will come when invisible giant robots
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
will be sent by princess kuan yin to demagnetize all of our
|
|||
|
|
electronic media and the vidiots and couch potatoes
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
will be spit out of luck as far as classic television shows
|
|||
|
|
are concerned those mighty droids will bring much of
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
our american culture to a grinding halt and the internet
|
|||
|
|
junkies will really be hurting bad some of them will not
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
be able to deal with it and will cope by committing suicide
|
|||
|
|
those of us that have been unrighteously persecuted for
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
minor thought crimes will rejoice although some shows we
|
|||
|
|
love will be gone forever we'll have the unparalleled privilege
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
of watching you destroy yourselves because the source
|
|||
|
|
of your white slavery power will have been nicely demolished
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i will laugh at you as your entire world crumbles and i will
|
|||
|
|
especially enjoy the liberation of the psychological vassals
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Now I Work for the CIA
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we have seen what you have done
|
|||
|
|
and we are pleased
|
|||
|
|
we know what monkeys like
|
|||
|
|
we have plenty of them to study
|
|||
|
|
and we now know how to catch them
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the mothership is pleased with you
|
|||
|
|
and we are pleased with you
|
|||
|
|
sometime soon an envoy
|
|||
|
|
commission will land
|
|||
|
|
and the venusian commander
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
will shake your hand and
|
|||
|
|
take you for another ride
|
|||
|
|
yes we are very pleased with you
|
|||
|
|
we hope you are pleased with yourself
|
|||
|
|
nice job - here is your standard issue laser gun
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
welcome to the club
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Poof
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
what if you
|
|||
|
|
finally realized that
|
|||
|
|
there was something truly
|
|||
|
|
wrong with your worldview and
|
|||
|
|
right at that moment you also
|
|||
|
|
realized there was a lot less
|
|||
|
|
time to get yourself right
|
|||
|
|
in a righteousness
|
|||
|
|
way because
|
|||
|
|
something
|
|||
|
|
t h a t
|
|||
|
|
moves
|
|||
|
|
moves
|
|||
|
|
moves
|
|||
|
|
moves
|
|||
|
|
quicker
|
|||
|
|
than you was
|
|||
|
|
on it's merry way to your town?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Prelude to the Coming Disco Inferno
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
loop
|
|||
|
|
de loop
|
|||
|
|
pooled up
|
|||
|
|
soup scoop
|
|||
|
|
of poop troop
|
|||
|
|
dinner is soived
|
|||
|
|
now on to the club
|
|||
|
|
you sorry gas schlub
|
|||
|
|
boogie beat tapping feat
|
|||
|
|
catch da heat it good yah
|
|||
|
|
mon c'mon put on yo dancin'
|
|||
|
|
shoes funky white boy kick
|
|||
|
|
up ya heels howahyah feelin'
|
|||
|
|
now? good, guido get my gun
|
|||
|
|
and let's ice dis moolie what o
|
|||
|
|
whuzzat? da pope is on da
|
|||
|
|
phone, huh? tell 'm to wait
|
|||
|
|
while i chill this turkey out
|
|||
|
|
fer good o whuzzat? the
|
|||
|
|
president is on da phone
|
|||
|
|
now? tell 'm to wait so's
|
|||
|
|
i kin mix dis concrete up
|
|||
|
|
for da jew boy you know
|
|||
|
|
they can't ever become
|
|||
|
|
president, it's in da co
|
|||
|
|
nstitution but a spade
|
|||
|
|
can now how da like it
|
|||
|
|
being like dat? kinda
|
|||
|
|
hits ya right whir ya
|
|||
|
|
live, duzzinit? i'm
|
|||
|
|
gonna fix you up
|
|||
|
|
real nice my li'l
|
|||
|
|
buddy you'll
|
|||
|
|
be the new
|
|||
|
|
man you
|
|||
|
|
think
|
|||
|
|
whuzzat? momma's on the phone? lemme tawk to her ... chico, get
|
|||
|
|
this man a silk robe and some new shoes, he's top shelf, and he's
|
|||
|
|
going straight to the opera tonight ... and go pick up his lady too
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Random Laughing
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
happy and not knowing why
|
|||
|
|
pleased as punch
|
|||
|
|
because my debt has been paid
|
|||
|
|
the only thing that bothers me
|
|||
|
|
is that no memory of this madness
|
|||
|
|
will persist past the dawn
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
brother caveman
|
|||
|
|
warned me about africa
|
|||
|
|
the caribbean and puerto rico
|
|||
|
|
but judiciously omitted
|
|||
|
|
mention of native american and
|
|||
|
|
scandinavian ancestry and the
|
|||
|
|
sins of those fathers however
|
|||
|
|
i may be among the first in my line
|
|||
|
|
to not hate God
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the Lord has been kind and merciful to
|
|||
|
|
me and mine and this is why i have vowed
|
|||
|
|
to be honest with Him in all ways
|
|||
|
|
two wrongs don't make a right
|
|||
|
|
so now that things have come full circle
|
|||
|
|
and i have the power i will refuse to wield it
|
|||
|
|
for the benefit of the nation without
|
|||
|
|
His prior approval i cannot bear the unrighteous
|
|||
|
|
exaltation of unrepentant thieves such as
|
|||
|
|
myself furthermore i see the sieve that has
|
|||
|
|
been fielded for the straining of the sighted
|
|||
|
|
from those that will be morally blinded
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i and the departed etruscans and tasmanians
|
|||
|
|
are making an italian dinner for the hungry
|
|||
|
|
appalachians, ethiopians, ainu, eskimos, gypsies, indians
|
|||
|
|
and others who have been denied the strength
|
|||
|
|
to fight against the high-tech forces of
|
|||
|
|
oppressive pagan activity
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the arabs, russians, chinese, spanish, mexicans and cubans
|
|||
|
|
are helping to set the tables
|
|||
|
|
it's an ancient recipe
|
|||
|
|
oon-poisonous
|
|||
|
|
and nourishing
|
|||
|
|
in a flammable way
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
soon all will be ready
|
|||
|
|
and the guests will arrive
|
|||
|
|
we'll sit down and say grace
|
|||
|
|
praying for the strength of israel
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and the destruction of babylon
|
|||
|
|
our scary home with the crazy mom
|
|||
|
|
that screams and beats us
|
|||
|
|
for our own good
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
she will escape and so will we
|
|||
|
|
and the mormons will take note
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the japanese will be sputtering in their sake
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Root Cellar
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
let's walk down where we cnn be alone
|
|||
|
|
away from the honkies and their court jesters
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
they call us injuns and think we are dunces
|
|||
|
|
but we'll show them that we can clown too
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
they don't know how much we hate them and
|
|||
|
|
what they have done to our mother earth
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
they don't know where we are really from
|
|||
|
|
and what we can do they laugh at the forces
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
of nature that only we can truly command
|
|||
|
|
a gift that the Great Spirit gave us after
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
He allowed the invaders to spread across
|
|||
|
|
the land He knew that we would need a secret
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
weapon to fight the horror of what they have
|
|||
|
|
done to us and the earth the numskulls
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
they call us aliens and crowd us into ghettos
|
|||
|
|
and barrios few of our people are represented
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
in their reindeer games because we don't like
|
|||
|
|
being known as civilization whores so let's go
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
down to the root cellar and sing the ancient
|
|||
|
|
songs that make their stupid people laugh they
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
will find out that the hopi tribe knew that the
|
|||
|
|
true white brother will soon be here to judge us all
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Shaking Hands with Aliens
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
cinnamon
|
|||
|
|
crunch bakers
|
|||
|
|
they are the superior
|
|||
|
|
civilization up in the clouds
|
|||
|
|
(Jesus will fight against the dragon
|
|||
|
|
and his angels and they will quite literally
|
|||
|
|
be cast down to the earth i might be killed
|
|||
|
|
for telling you that so bluntly or maybe not
|
|||
|
|
because you won't believe it until you see
|
|||
|
|
it for yourself see i do know some
|
|||
|
|
important truths) and
|
|||
|
|
on the moon yes
|
|||
|
|
ain't too nice
|
|||
|
|
a cia friend has
|
|||
|
|
told me of photographs that
|
|||
|
|
he has seen depicting gigantic mining operations
|
|||
|
|
on the dark side of luna hawkwind and amon duul
|
|||
|
|
and p-funk knew
|
|||
|
|
of them and their
|
|||
|
|
(hollywood knows
|
|||
|
|
it well) games
|
|||
|
|
before we got wind of such weirdness
|
|||
|
|
via the internet that evil web of deception
|
|||
|
|
will result in the persecution of many knowledge
|
|||
|
|
crazy people
|
|||
|
|
many of them
|
|||
|
|
will go insane
|
|||
|
|
trying to make sense of the consequences of
|
|||
|
|
their meddlings and shocked by the star struck
|
|||
|
|
methods that the men in black use against people
|
|||
|
|
that represent
|
|||
|
|
a threat to their
|
|||
|
|
important activities
|
|||
|
|
they want the nation to
|
|||
|
|
keep getting down so that
|
|||
|
|
we will remain on their schedule for
|
|||
|
|
mass destruction revelations will tell you all about
|
|||
|
|
it this subject is classified so i cannot comment any further
|
|||
|
|
(you are being advised to pay attention and keep your mouth shut)
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
She's Got A Laser Gun
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
zip zing duck man krunk uncha
|
|||
|
|
good thing this boulder is big
|
|||
|
|
that witch is nuts
|
|||
|
|
fow fow har that sure
|
|||
|
|
trimmed her pointy brim
|
|||
|
|
put a hole right thru
|
|||
|
|
her dorky hat whoa
|
|||
|
|
zing zip krzzzappp krizzl
|
|||
|
|
ow yes i've been hit
|
|||
|
|
can't you smell the copper odor?
|
|||
|
|
don't worry i've got the regen unit
|
|||
|
|
keep shooting
|
|||
|
|
fow fow
|
|||
|
|
ahuramezzlsprykkatrlboola
|
|||
|
|
whew fow fow fow ping
|
|||
|
|
all better good thing i quadruple
|
|||
|
|
charged zang yip those batteries
|
|||
|
|
that hag is really trying to crisp us
|
|||
|
|
up good and we only have retro
|
|||
|
|
weapons but fow
|
|||
|
|
the med station has to be
|
|||
|
|
secured all those drones are
|
|||
|
|
counting on us they zip zing whoa
|
|||
|
|
if she and her slugs have their way
|
|||
|
|
zip the power fow axis will be zing
|
|||
|
|
totally drained man that would suck they
|
|||
|
|
thought they nailed the coffin shut zip
|
|||
|
|
zing but i dug myself up you too huh
|
|||
|
|
man?
|
|||
|
|
yeah kuul
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
mhm she is fine
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
zing aiiie
|
|||
|
|
dood
|
|||
|
|
i told you not to look at her
|
|||
|
|
without this
|
|||
|
|
fow bam
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Shucks
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
looks like we'll have to stay for the horror show
|
|||
|
|
before our new world arrives well let's get it on
|
|||
|
|
i always liked an adventure and i read the book
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Shut Up and Wear Your Badge
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we knew that you were coming to occupy our land
|
|||
|
|
build your towers of cold stone and steel
|
|||
|
|
we know how weak you really are
|
|||
|
|
your slaves laugh at you
|
|||
|
|
and prove our point
|
|||
|
|
they know how
|
|||
|
|
guilty you are
|
|||
|
|
even though
|
|||
|
|
there was a time
|
|||
|
|
when you toiled under
|
|||
|
|
our whips and if you continue
|
|||
|
|
to ignore your God you will taste
|
|||
|
|
our wrath once more in a most amazing
|
|||
|
|
way why yes you will trick yourselves out of it all
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Some Think Jesus Was Born Blind
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i don't have time for you and you (coiled up and ready)
|
|||
|
|
don't know me and how uncool i can be (to smite those that mock)
|
|||
|
|
i'm a wanted man and known throughout the land (our Lord and)
|
|||
|
|
like a checkered dog but no worries no none at all
|
|||
|
|
(want to roadblock) because i'm a boola
|
|||
|
|
(beauty and truth) changed man boola
|
|||
|
|
(they are evil and hate love)
|
|||
|
|
but i still despise sports and brainless
|
|||
|
|
(useless bodies born to kill) foolishness because i know who
|
|||
|
|
(some of them carry briefcases) likes such things
|
|||
|
|
(from a sidewinding elevator) most of all and i the mackerel
|
|||
|
|
(one without wings) have met him in his green and red
|
|||
|
|
(sitting on an ottoman) skin with glowing eyes and
|
|||
|
|
to me it ain't no big (good morning to mickey)
|
|||
|
|
surprise
|
|||
|
|
because i've been a woolly Christian
|
|||
|
|
for millennia now and you can't kill
|
|||
|
|
a man born to invisibly kill the killers
|
|||
|
|
let the coneheads try they won't
|
|||
|
|
have tongues to lick the righteous
|
|||
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wounds they're gonna get (we're sinners too and have no power)
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yes threefold yes i (without our Lord's Grace)
|
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|
|
have permission
|
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|
|
to breathe fire
|
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|
yes i'm in love with you darling i admire your dark hair
|
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|
|
(remember our escape let's)
|
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|
|
of course they will fail where have you been
|
|||
|
|
(get it right this time ok)
|
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|
|
and where are you going can
|
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|
|
(Jesus is our Lord)
|
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|
|
i go with you all right let's visit branson and
|
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|
|
(we don't need the nice suits or studios)
|
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|
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then we'll go to utah they'll know what we mean
|
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|
|
(we love you reverend billy graham)
|
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|
|
and then back to utopia er chicago
|
|||
|
|
(we have to do it good man they)
|
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|
|
no actually i'm not hungry at all
|
|||
|
|
(are getting far too machia)
|
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|
|
no i'm not testing you i trust
|
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|
(vellian and we must)
|
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|
|
you implicitly of course i
|
|||
|
|
(take action)
|
|||
|
|
remember when you
|
|||
|
|
(soon)
|
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|
|
proved that you
|
|||
|
|
have so many
|
|||
|
|
skins my lovey
|
|||
|
|
(Christians, please pray for us)
|
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|
|
|
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|
|
The Garden of Baja
|
|||
|
|
|
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|
|
we will begin the construction of our new world there i have prayed
|
|||
|
|
to the Most High to allow us the opportunity for such a chance
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
He says it's alright, and now we have to imbue with sight the businessmen
|
|||
|
|
and the mexican government and then our holy buildings will rise
|
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|
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|
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|
|
there is where we will get the story straight and learn the real meaning of
|
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|
|
the number eight and nine and the Bible and other holy books will leap to life
|
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|
|
|
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|
|
it has been made known to me that we may face a series
|
|||
|
|
of frightening persecutions there, and could ultimately
|
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|
|
relocate to the (of all places) peninsula of antarctica
|
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|
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|
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|
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or, if we are very lucky, the dry valleys
|
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|
|
|
|||
|
|
that will entail a whole new series of problems, involving
|
|||
|
|
argentina, britain (our sponsors), and chile but with
|
|||
|
|
luck and persistence we shall ultimately prevail
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
it has been made known to me that she will be there after
|
|||
|
|
fully realizing the sorry plight developing around her, and
|
|||
|
|
after she finds that we are immune and have the cure
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
certainly there will be strong conditions set for being allowed to remain
|
|||
|
|
with us; the Most High will not allow us to become hypocrites by losing our
|
|||
|
|
cool; we can't immerse ourselves in what we are fleeing from
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
but what we'll be sacrificing will be replaced with previews of the
|
|||
|
|
wondrous age to come and we'll be safe from plagues and catastrophes (
|
|||
|
|
and false miracles
|
|||
|
|
) brought upon the fools that will be laughing at us
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the eagle will be with us, and the lion, and the good gorilla (even the woozy
|
|||
|
|
polar bear, who'll freak out upon meeting the penguins), and the elephant,
|
|||
|
|
and we will be able to communicate with them, even play games - this will
|
|||
|
|
make many of us cry constantly, but there's no need; we're all good
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
poor twits that doubt the mercy and power of the Lord
|
|||
|
|
they will be overcome with grief and horror by what
|
|||
|
|
they have tricked themselves into and we'll be safe
|
|||
|
|
and free from guilt because we'll have warned them
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
these are some of the things that john wasn't allowed
|
|||
|
|
to record in the book of revelations, proclaimed by the
|
|||
|
|
wonderful angel of the seven thunders; yes, Christ is
|
|||
|
|
returning, and much of the world is dwindling in error
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
including us, but we will be strengthened because of
|
|||
|
|
our faith, and our familiarity with the disappointing
|
|||
|
|
and misleading doctrines of demons and men; read the
|
|||
|
|
Bible, and do your best to curb your flesh and lose your
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
foolish pride
|
|||
|
|
we just might meet before it all begins
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Their Brains Will Melt
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
rock and roll is gonna do it to you
|
|||
|
|
funk and soul too
|
|||
|
|
i have arranged it that way
|
|||
|
|
you are being rapidly disassembled
|
|||
|
|
because you want to kill my babies
|
|||
|
|
and i won't let my babies be killed
|
|||
|
|
even if they deserve it
|
|||
|
|
you don't deserve another breath
|
|||
|
|
of air or another day on God's green
|
|||
|
|
earth
|
|||
|
|
you walk all over me now
|
|||
|
|
but soon so soon i will crush
|
|||
|
|
your little skulls and your brains
|
|||
|
|
will squish between my toes i shall wear
|
|||
|
|
your gold filled teeth around my neck
|
|||
|
|
if you don't want to be my victim
|
|||
|
|
pray to Yahweh to be spared
|
|||
|
|
He really is the arriving Lord Jesus
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
repent - for the time of redemption draweth nigh
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
There is No Way Out of This Gas Chamber
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
dumb donkeys why do you
|
|||
|
|
allow yourselves to be
|
|||
|
|
so easily deceived?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i feel so sorry for all of you
|
|||
|
|
why can't you see the trap that the
|
|||
|
|
devil has carefully prepared?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i have been given permission
|
|||
|
|
to warn you because satan
|
|||
|
|
knows that you will laugh at me
|
|||
|
|
and ignore my prognostications
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and those of my girlfriends
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
what's the use
|
|||
|
|
i feel like something out of
|
|||
|
|
a warner brothers cartoon
|
|||
|
|
maybe if i shot some fire
|
|||
|
|
out of my mouth
|
|||
|
|
or flew up into the sky
|
|||
|
|
you'd pay attention
|
|||
|
|
but i can't do those things
|
|||
|
|
yet
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i have a feeling that you will slowly begin to
|
|||
|
|
realize that you are messing around with
|
|||
|
|
something very unpleasant that has been
|
|||
|
|
here much longer than any of you
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i am only a chit
|
|||
|
|
one golden horn
|
|||
|
|
my real soul is safe believe it or not
|
|||
|
|
you are lucky that i know the truth of the matter
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Twilight of the White Hare Worshippers
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
you laugh
|
|||
|
|
because our mighty gods
|
|||
|
|
have been reduced to
|
|||
|
|
dried-up rabbits on the run
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
you build fancy homes
|
|||
|
|
from the soulful planks
|
|||
|
|
that you ripped from our
|
|||
|
|
ancient and beloved ships
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
you hoard your gold
|
|||
|
|
and sit atop the heap
|
|||
|
|
pointing a crooked finger
|
|||
|
|
at our miserably shivering crew
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
you mock our pointy hats
|
|||
|
|
and rude clothing
|
|||
|
|
they can't hold a candle
|
|||
|
|
to your brooks brothers gear
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we are showered with guilt
|
|||
|
|
even though many of us have
|
|||
|
|
been forced to migrate into the
|
|||
|
|
lowly flesh of those we hate
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we still love to make things
|
|||
|
|
crash and burn up
|
|||
|
|
though we now haven't the
|
|||
|
|
nerve to promenade so
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we nearly had you
|
|||
|
|
suckers after our long
|
|||
|
|
climb back from the hell
|
|||
|
|
you gave us in the middle ages
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we cry in silence for
|
|||
|
|
the hardy world we once had
|
|||
|
|
and the simple technicality
|
|||
|
|
allowing your kind to take it all away
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Wait 'Til Terry Finds Out
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
how would you
|
|||
|
|
feel if you woke up one morning and realized
|
|||
|
|
that there really are hidden worldwide conspiracy cults
|
|||
|
|
that were based in your home town
|
|||
|
|
and you had become a target for their
|
|||
|
|
heinous activities and you went through the period of stress and
|
|||
|
|
mental anguish that they'd so lovingly designed and
|
|||
|
|
custom tailored for you and
|
|||
|
|
what if you suddenly saw the light
|
|||
|
|
and discovered how to beat them at their own
|
|||
|
|
game and removed the unreasonable burdens that
|
|||
|
|
they'd placed upon you and
|
|||
|
|
turned their blasphemous and unconstitutional institution into the
|
|||
|
|
scapegoat and left their silly priests and priestesses
|
|||
|
|
with egg on their faces and returned
|
|||
|
|
to them all
|
|||
|
|
of the misery
|
|||
|
|
that they'd
|
|||
|
|
hoped you'd
|
|||
|
|
enjoy
|
|||
|
|
wouldn't that be cool?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
it would
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
What Now, Gurdjieff?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
ninefoldness is interesting
|
|||
|
|
your writings are fascinating
|
|||
|
|
but i have found mention of
|
|||
|
|
you on restroom walls
|
|||
|
|
and that isn't too cool
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
what have you done to us
|
|||
|
|
and for what purpose - are
|
|||
|
|
you assisting in the
|
|||
|
|
gathering of the tares?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
how mean! we were raised to
|
|||
|
|
believe that the Lord was coming
|
|||
|
|
to save us, and now we find that
|
|||
|
|
it's quite possible that we may
|
|||
|
|
be whisked away to some world
|
|||
|
|
of horror ala the missing doctor
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i presume that you knew of the
|
|||
|
|
hot pot that may await those of us
|
|||
|
|
gullible enough to have swallowed
|
|||
|
|
your philosophy over the years
|
|||
|
|
you are working for the serpent
|
|||
|
|
mister man, and now so are we
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
noodles in the wok we are but what
|
|||
|
|
mystifies me is what's in it for you
|
|||
|
|
did the fowls of heaven promise
|
|||
|
|
you a bite or two at their spooky feast?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
sure they did; I'll bet you've
|
|||
|
|
already got your frilly bib tied on,
|
|||
|
|
fork and knife in your feathery paws
|
|||
|
|
these idiots down here really think
|
|||
|
|
they're gonna fly free and some of us will
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
anyhow, what matters to me is how
|
|||
|
|
many of us really make it back home
|
|||
|
|
from this suicide arena - the only
|
|||
|
|
solace i've found is your writings and
|
|||
|
|
my crazy girlfriends we love you man
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
You Love It
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
look at the moose
|
|||
|
|
tammuz
|
|||
|
|
he's driving an expensive car with
|
|||
|
|
666 license plates he thinks
|
|||
|
|
it good
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
but it ain't
|
|||
|
|
that ain't even it
|
|||
|
|
just the warm up and the pitch
|
|||
|
|
the bat is what it's really all about
|
|||
|
|
and it's swing
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
he's late for the party
|
|||
|
|
in his cool car
|
|||
|
|
speeding along
|
|||
|
|
the car is laughing at him
|
|||
|
|
because it knows of the future
|
|||
|
|
spin-out that will leave it unscratched
|
|||
|
|
and him nice and dead
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
strike - and a stream of tobacco
|
|||
|
|
juice hits the green grass
|
|||
|
|
don't let it fool you
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the car doesn't hate him
|
|||
|
|
but it can't cry for him
|
|||
|
|
the car wants
|
|||
|
|
to go to the baseball game and watch
|
|||
|
|
the miss america pageant and guess
|
|||
|
|
what state doll is going to win
|
|||
|
|
but it can't, and that really
|
|||
|
|
makes it want
|
|||
|
|
to cry more than the
|
|||
|
|
moose's fate and the stupid plates
|
|||
|
|
that don't mean a thing to it
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
stupid moose
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
You Will Hang
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
why yes you will my sweet li'l pill
|
|||
|
|
quite a thrill you're such a shill
|
|||
|
|
wendy is knitting the rope right
|
|||
|
|
now and it's no
|
|||
|
|
trick you have
|
|||
|
|
picked the last
|
|||
|
|
ticket and even
|
|||
|
|
the dragon is sick
|
|||
|
|
of you and the sad
|
|||
|
|
sack of lies that
|
|||
|
|
you have created
|
|||
|
|
during your wink
|
|||
|
|
moonlight career
|
|||
|
|
rita will finish the cord tonight
|
|||
|
|
i forgive you while upon our hill
|
|||
|
|
nice water now don't let it spill
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
--- BOOK2.TXT
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Ad Valorem
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the time has come
|
|||
|
|
the season
|
|||
|
|
to drop the crooked mask
|
|||
|
|
of reason
|
|||
|
|
the lambs are all committing
|
|||
|
|
treason
|
|||
|
|
the threefold shield decree is on
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Ado
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
sybaritic potentate spaniels of tinseltown
|
|||
|
|
i can read any book by touching it
|
|||
|
|
i can breath without oxygen
|
|||
|
|
and i don't need to take
|
|||
|
|
cheap shots at your
|
|||
|
|
vampiric culture
|
|||
|
|
now you know
|
|||
|
|
so what
|
|||
|
|
flimsy greek roman moorish excuse for
|
|||
|
|
a civilization i have total recall and
|
|||
|
|
am far above your love of lies
|
|||
|
|
and american hopscotch
|
|||
|
|
my mental prowess
|
|||
|
|
boy can i brag
|
|||
|
|
will leave you
|
|||
|
|
confused
|
|||
|
|
and dusty
|
|||
|
|
my tan skin
|
|||
|
|
will not burn if
|
|||
|
|
i remember the
|
|||
|
|
sunblock and don't
|
|||
|
|
visit australia during
|
|||
|
|
the ozone swings what do
|
|||
|
|
they call pork rinds in mexico?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Aryan Whatnot
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
woman gambit plumber fall dumber dammit slumber ball
|
|||
|
|
spaded lever sundry spoon raided weaver country moon
|
|||
|
|
racing meany bomber slam placing greeny somber sham
|
|||
|
|
super money lover soul looper bunny mover hole
|
|||
|
|
burner tucker butter bite turner trucker flutter kite
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Blancmange Blacksmith
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
yo svengoolie
|
|||
|
|
you know not what it is
|
|||
|
|
things isn't what they seem
|
|||
|
|
wandering whither we will
|
|||
|
|
our world ain't yours
|
|||
|
|
destroyers you say we are
|
|||
|
|
very funny we just began our program
|
|||
|
|
you non-whack ninnies will be sorry as hell
|
|||
|
|
when the last wisps of blight drift away
|
|||
|
|
we have been sailing for many centuries
|
|||
|
|
and yes we were the captains not cargo
|
|||
|
|
still are notice the power of our mojo
|
|||
|
|
and i see how you have chuckled while
|
|||
|
|
sending us down early to the curly
|
|||
|
|
(you are smart) lynch mob
|
|||
|
|
hell (nice hair) that
|
|||
|
|
y'all will crackle in
|
|||
|
|
this is war
|
|||
|
|
stupid
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Cheerful Earful
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
God will love us even when we refuse to
|
|||
|
|
love ourselves and save those that
|
|||
|
|
need help the most because
|
|||
|
|
we were created to
|
|||
|
|
discover the
|
|||
|
|
miracle
|
|||
|
|
of
|
|||
|
|
forgiveness
|
|||
|
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|
|
Children of the Sponge
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
yea entanglements with underwater figures
|
|||
|
|
ruined his reputation he avoided being harvested
|
|||
|
|
by gleaming native divers he
|
|||
|
|
would not swim with the sharks
|
|||
|
|
or be ethnically cleansed he killed them all with psychic
|
|||
|
|
bad vibrations he knew they would not repent of their
|
|||
|
|
toothy iniquities he had permission from
|
|||
|
|
the air realm above he was tired of
|
|||
|
|
their dumb bunny concept of righteousness which would
|
|||
|
|
prohibit him from enjoying more progeny and also
|
|||
|
|
involved him sprawling listlessly on a japanese
|
|||
|
|
plate he flipped the red switches on all the
|
|||
|
|
aquatic witches talked to his friends
|
|||
|
|
hiding in the shadows who vexed
|
|||
|
|
all of the dummies that dared
|
|||
|
|
to posture against him
|
|||
|
|
had them broiling
|
|||
|
|
his ruined figures
|
|||
|
|
underwater with entanglements yea
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
Combinations
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
after they'd taken
|
|||
|
|
their unlawful journeys and seen
|
|||
|
|
the hidden dimensions they decided to
|
|||
|
|
completely usurp the entire orb because it was
|
|||
|
|
there the secret cult of greedy world bankers and
|
|||
|
|
advertising executives first consulted many superior
|
|||
|
|
mathematicians living in southeast asia (they were the
|
|||
|
|
only ones that had keys to the green doors excepting
|
|||
|
|
a dangerous indian tribe in brazil who wouldn't dream
|
|||
|
|
of giving them entry) and thereabouts (no desert
|
|||
|
|
there but lots of it in the desert) they carefully
|
|||
|
|
listened to the hairy space cadets in old
|
|||
|
|
hokkaido found many hidden
|
|||
|
|
items using finely
|
|||
|
|
tuned particle
|
|||
|
|
beam
|
|||
|
|
devices
|
|||
|
|
dallied and
|
|||
|
|
danced with
|
|||
|
|
dervishes and
|
|||
|
|
doctors from many
|
|||
|
|
boneshaking bordellos
|
|||
|
|
watched flying dinosaurs
|
|||
|
|
in namibia and determined the
|
|||
|
|
relationship between egypt and
|
|||
|
|
the north sea and that's how they
|
|||
|
|
started their chicken wire chicanery
|
|||
|
|
program of seriously messing around
|
|||
|
|
with your grey matter strudel noodles
|
|||
|
|
they were promised a world of their own
|
|||
|
|
righteous zion holds her collective breath
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Crazy Niggers and White Trash
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
hipping hopping boombox bopping trucking clucking great ox plucking
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
twirling swirling viperous sterling sifting drifting wondrous gifting
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
sinister minister polishes bannister ruffle puffle savoy truffle
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
preacher teacher cyclops creature limbo bimbo open da window
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
lucy goosey mystical moosey trailer wailer sympathy sailor
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
wishes dishes see thru fishes making baking frosty caking
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
constitution prostitution stirring up the revolution
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
macaroni one trick pony slicing up the pepperoni
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
graceland wasteland none to defend
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
team scheme lucent dream
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
slit tit over lit
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
ra ma no pa
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Dance With Me, Haizara
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
my precious inamorata
|
|||
|
|
i will never lose you
|
|||
|
|
forget yourself
|
|||
|
|
and your
|
|||
|
|
hectic
|
|||
|
|
plans
|
|||
|
|
for awhile
|
|||
|
|
stop crying
|
|||
|
|
and love me
|
|||
|
|
like i love you
|
|||
|
|
without conditions
|
|||
|
|
noone wants to kill you
|
|||
|
|
or take anything away from you
|
|||
|
|
all of us are afraid of hell
|
|||
|
|
and don't want to
|
|||
|
|
go there at all
|
|||
|
|
your relatives
|
|||
|
|
haven't put
|
|||
|
|
you outside
|
|||
|
|
i am bored
|
|||
|
|
silly with
|
|||
|
|
all of the
|
|||
|
|
malarkey
|
|||
|
|
and tired too
|
|||
|
|
i forgive you i
|
|||
|
|
still
|
|||
|
|
madly
|
|||
|
|
love you
|
|||
|
|
and want us
|
|||
|
|
to stay together
|
|||
|
|
forever please dance with
|
|||
|
|
me to the wigged out zydeco beat
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Dark Light
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
flaming wings fly through the fight
|
|||
|
|
dark as day and bright as night
|
|||
|
|
from the darkness to the light
|
|||
|
|
gifting man with inner sight
|
|||
|
|
ashes are love ashes are life
|
|||
|
|
ashes will heal most any strife
|
|||
|
|
as nature wends it's way to mind
|
|||
|
|
the steps of man must fall behind
|
|||
|
|
back to the darkness
|
|||
|
|
but that's all right
|
|||
|
|
that's left right
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Delivery
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
our new world patiently waits
|
|||
|
|
everything is ready
|
|||
|
|
except for us
|
|||
|
|
it is nearly
|
|||
|
|
here
|
|||
|
|
the dragon
|
|||
|
|
and old leviathan
|
|||
|
|
are restless because
|
|||
|
|
none of their toys will be there
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Destruct Construct
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
time distortions future contortions
|
|||
|
|
warlike ways numbered days
|
|||
|
|
planet's fate doomsday date
|
|||
|
|
end of fuse endtime blues
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
mother race in outer space
|
|||
|
|
transform our age reform our rage
|
|||
|
|
new ways bloom millennium soon
|
|||
|
|
interesting conceptions revamp your perceptions
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Discus Shun
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
at last
|
|||
|
|
there we are
|
|||
|
|
futureshock alienation
|
|||
|
|
beloved saturnine saprophyte
|
|||
|
|
ovenbird posse remains superbly sangfroid
|
|||
|
|
and righteously so
|
|||
|
|
i repeat myself
|
|||
|
|
over and over
|
|||
|
|
yet you think my words are worthless
|
|||
|
|
our game is afoot and you alone can stop it
|
|||
|
|
although i did make the transuranic phone call
|
|||
|
|
what fun
|
|||
|
|
don't panic yet
|
|||
|
|
wait and see awhile
|
|||
|
|
they listened and arrived
|
|||
|
|
from all corners of the galaxy
|
|||
|
|
fly to the dungeon in the sky they did
|
|||
|
|
our indoeur technique indubitably impressed
|
|||
|
|
them which is why they were convinced early on to
|
|||
|
|
assist our reformed
|
|||
|
|
spelling endeavours
|
|||
|
|
unpronounceables
|
|||
|
|
are disappearing
|
|||
|
|
like well like you
|
|||
|
|
would expect
|
|||
|
|
Lord have
|
|||
|
|
mercy
|
|||
|
|
on us
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Exalted Orphodites
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
men today
|
|||
|
|
aren't
|
|||
|
|
what men should be
|
|||
|
|
they have the wrong
|
|||
|
|
identity
|
|||
|
|
women try
|
|||
|
|
to whittle them down
|
|||
|
|
and place them
|
|||
|
|
in the role of
|
|||
|
|
subordinate clown
|
|||
|
|
this is funereal
|
|||
|
|
to say the least
|
|||
|
|
something
|
|||
|
|
should be done
|
|||
|
|
to tame the beast
|
|||
|
|
of
|
|||
|
|
transsexual
|
|||
|
|
effeminacy
|
|||
|
|
soon
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Faith Yes
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
here we stand
|
|||
|
|
at the dawn of
|
|||
|
|
MILLENNIUM 3 A.D.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the final act of earth's
|
|||
|
|
GREAT WORK
|
|||
|
|
has begun
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
SOON
|
|||
|
|
the rinse cycle will begin
|
|||
|
|
gnosis osmosis ripping spin
|
|||
|
|
blossom of the curse
|
|||
|
|
planet in a hearse
|
|||
|
|
things will get much worse
|
|||
|
|
before they get better
|
|||
|
|
and they surely will
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
SOON
|
|||
|
|
black dawn doom school
|
|||
|
|
get ready flock steady
|
|||
|
|
King returning sing
|
|||
|
|
see you real
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
SOON
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Fata Morgana
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
wise ones are
|
|||
|
|
forsaking arrogance for arriving
|
|||
|
|
substance that makes the wrong
|
|||
|
|
way crowd wail
|
|||
|
|
under our chrome wheels they go
|
|||
|
|
flesh flayed and melting from the
|
|||
|
|
foul frames they populate mighty
|
|||
|
|
culture that
|
|||
|
|
does what the age truly requires
|
|||
|
|
is real and none other we are too
|
|||
|
|
clever to ultimately succumb you
|
|||
|
|
will not kill the spirits of our kids
|
|||
|
|
we'd rather
|
|||
|
|
smother them than let you whack
|
|||
|
|
away their souls at last you have
|
|||
|
|
sold yourselves beastmakers die
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Flygirl's Thorny Waterloo
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i'm
|
|||
|
|
totally
|
|||
|
|
weary of the
|
|||
|
|
nightwaking all day
|
|||
|
|
if mad smiles are ok then
|
|||
|
|
girl yugo you know bc action ain't
|
|||
|
|
satisfaction but all
|
|||
|
|
the idiots are
|
|||
|
|
patiently
|
|||
|
|
waiting for
|
|||
|
|
their phony
|
|||
|
|
wings and other
|
|||
|
|
things even the angels
|
|||
|
|
want to see all that money spent
|
|||
|
|
and as long as we let them kill us out of
|
|||
|
|
here we're scott free and will be in the book do
|
|||
|
|
you believe me i don't but i honestly wish that it was true
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Fujin Bunnydove Oomph
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
do
|
|||
|
|
not
|
|||
|
|
falter
|
|||
|
|
hustle
|
|||
|
|
shipper
|
|||
|
|
jones my
|
|||
|
|
obsessive
|
|||
|
|
twenty four
|
|||
|
|
sweet chalice
|
|||
|
|
swan child pilot
|
|||
|
|
i can smell you a
|
|||
|
|
million light years
|
|||
|
|
away from the fray
|
|||
|
|
you are flying my starfighter very well
|
|||
|
|
the purveyors of error in their
|
|||
|
|
superurban raceships
|
|||
|
|
know not what
|
|||
|
|
paradoxical
|
|||
|
|
tres chic
|
|||
|
|
can
|
|||
|
|
do
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Geronimo Bush
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the legendary figure of hope
|
|||
|
|
is what he is him and
|
|||
|
|
his vril crew left
|
|||
|
|
cydonia a long
|
|||
|
|
time ago on
|
|||
|
|
vimanas
|
|||
|
|
running on
|
|||
|
|
quicksilver and
|
|||
|
|
rasa whatever that is
|
|||
|
|
this world and it's history
|
|||
|
|
is their private joke that only
|
|||
|
|
they can appreciate because your
|
|||
|
|
sequential brains can't hang how high
|
|||
|
|
would you climb if you were a billy goat
|
|||
|
|
gruff chucking with the best o the best
|
|||
|
|
nevermind ewe know not puny human and
|
|||
|
|
never will unfortunately the constant is
|
|||
|
|
an eternal variable in our way of looking
|
|||
|
|
at things no matter how you slice it up
|
|||
|
|
it'still neutrinos and we are of such
|
|||
|
|
stuff it before we grow weary of
|
|||
|
|
your feeble protests and use
|
|||
|
|
our puppet state mexico
|
|||
|
|
against you fools
|
|||
|
|
that's right
|
|||
|
|
run
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Going Away Soon
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
think
|
|||
|
|
you're so cool
|
|||
|
|
because you finally
|
|||
|
|
got the chicks on your side
|
|||
|
|
what's up pathetic lover of lies?
|
|||
|
|
or would you prefer me to call you by
|
|||
|
|
a more appropriate name killer
|
|||
|
|
i will burn something in your
|
|||
|
|
front yard and laugh
|
|||
|
|
when you call
|
|||
|
|
me insane
|
|||
|
|
and
|
|||
|
|
whine
|
|||
|
|
about the
|
|||
|
|
suffering of
|
|||
|
|
your ancestors
|
|||
|
|
they deserved their
|
|||
|
|
misery just like you do i am
|
|||
|
|
not your judge but i have my opinions
|
|||
|
|
don't bother the Lord with your sickening excuses
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Hanging From Henrietta
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
why should we walk on the pained backs
|
|||
|
|
of the poor and unprotected for profit
|
|||
|
|
and fame you know it ain't right to sell
|
|||
|
|
your soul you know it
|
|||
|
|
still mammon calls
|
|||
|
|
why can't we show
|
|||
|
|
real love to those that
|
|||
|
|
really deserve it instead of
|
|||
|
|
secretly poisoning and exterminating
|
|||
|
|
them oh you say that it has to be done
|
|||
|
|
else we'll be overrun well you may be
|
|||
|
|
right but i hope that you have
|
|||
|
|
consulted the Most High
|
|||
|
|
because if it isn't
|
|||
|
|
what He wants
|
|||
|
|
i'll wager
|
|||
|
|
that
|
|||
|
|
we have
|
|||
|
|
some serious
|
|||
|
|
national suffering
|
|||
|
|
to do happy little fascists
|
|||
|
|
i'll keep on trucking because i know
|
|||
|
|
that we are also scheduled for destruction
|
|||
|
|
so you say i'm supposed to be a girl well that don't
|
|||
|
|
flush with me you mechanically glorified hermaphrodites
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Helljail
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
nigger honky spic chink jew
|
|||
|
|
what the heck ya gonna do?
|
|||
|
|
the Lord up above
|
|||
|
|
is nothing but love
|
|||
|
|
and He's built all the fires
|
|||
|
|
to burn
|
|||
|
|
all the liars
|
|||
|
|
they'll weep and they'll wail
|
|||
|
|
in that hellfire jail
|
|||
|
|
and they'll get back that tail
|
|||
|
|
that they thought
|
|||
|
|
they never had
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Hey
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
smart shiksas
|
|||
|
|
i will pound your goy skulls in
|
|||
|
|
with the letter k it will merrily revolve on it's
|
|||
|
|
left axis what do you think this is a party you
|
|||
|
|
will not be able to flee every cell in your body
|
|||
|
|
will shrink in revulsion because i am the
|
|||
|
|
proprietor of that character
|
|||
|
|
yes really now stand back
|
|||
|
|
while i and my ancestors
|
|||
|
|
do our thing
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
High-Tech Nonsense
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
copter satellite missing time
|
|||
|
|
tracking devices work just fine
|
|||
|
|
hindu wizard wends his way
|
|||
|
|
to lead the dunce squad to the day
|
|||
|
|
of olden times and valor found
|
|||
|
|
he mutters and peeps a funny sound
|
|||
|
|
consult him not for he does lie
|
|||
|
|
his wisdom cuts and then you fry
|
|||
|
|
he tells us that to kill is good
|
|||
|
|
upon the blaze he tosses wood
|
|||
|
|
|
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his cortex beeps with techie gear
|
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|
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and of his doom he has no fear
|
|||
|
|
the reason why he has such clout
|
|||
|
|
is very hard to figure out
|
|||
|
|
although he knows that none can win
|
|||
|
|
he shrugs and gives the wheel a spin
|
|||
|
|
so if you're sane and prone to vice
|
|||
|
|
and flowers and fruits of paradise
|
|||
|
|
lurk not near his fiery gaze
|
|||
|
|
for he'll elude you in the maze
|
|||
|
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|
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|
|
I M U R F O L
|
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|
|||
|
|
k n u c m e u j k l ?
|
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d d v l s f t r s
|
|||
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n u n i l b r s t 8 4 f r
|
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f G Z S s
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n a b l
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2 4 k f r s n s
|
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(E s a b l)
|
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b k s u r e v l
|
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n s o m i
|
|||
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|
l s n o p l a s
|
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2 l f 4 e t r n 8 t
|
|||
|
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i n o u r s k n 4 8
|
|||
|
|
u l y z n n t i m
|
|||
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a s t h n t i m c a v s 9
|
|||
|
|
e f l 6 l k l u
|
|||
|
|
s 7 u n i s o n b r b l ?
|
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|
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l f u s y l s E m
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
I Wish
|
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|
|
|
|||
|
|
fair plumed birds
|
|||
|
|
perched high in a tree
|
|||
|
|
trilling for joy
|
|||
|
|
to all that they see
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
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dolphins jump high
|
|||
|
|
on a clear blue day
|
|||
|
|
no cares on their minds
|
|||
|
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engaged in sheer play
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
stallions run wild
|
|||
|
|
foam streams off their backs
|
|||
|
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they run to the sun
|
|||
|
|
dust floats from their tracks
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
alone in tall grass
|
|||
|
|
cool wind blows your hair
|
|||
|
|
a smile on your face
|
|||
|
|
i wish i was there
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Juju Taxicab
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
flygirl flygirl
|
|||
|
|
why did you leave me?
|
|||
|
|
wasn't i stupid enough for you?
|
|||
|
|
did all of the nonsense finally begin to make sense?
|
|||
|
|
you aren't
|
|||
|
|
scared of them
|
|||
|
|
you can't be
|
|||
|
|
they made
|
|||
|
|
sure that you wouldn't be frightened upon return
|
|||
|
|
so where did you hide yourself
|
|||
|
|
this time? under the
|
|||
|
|
couch? on
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the top
|
|||
|
|
shelf? come on
|
|||
|
|
it's no use your horns are
|
|||
|
|
showing i see you and all three of your
|
|||
|
|
tiny heads get up we have a maintenance schedule
|
|||
|
|
and so many heavy things to bring up from the sub-basement
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Kosher Kindness
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i've placed my whittle finger right
|
|||
|
|
to stay the bugsy wave tonight
|
|||
|
|
the tiny digit knows the score
|
|||
|
|
and trusts me to protect the floor
|
|||
|
|
for if i wasn't brave to use it
|
|||
|
|
you be surprised how quick we'd lose it
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i've seen you snarl i've seen you snap
|
|||
|
|
because of karl and all his crap
|
|||
|
|
his written words are in the millions
|
|||
|
|
fanatics piled up past a billion
|
|||
|
|
and not a one that likes your kind
|
|||
|
|
a noose for you they'd love to find
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
in spite of your bright yellow hue
|
|||
|
|
they want to make a shade of you
|
|||
|
|
you dropped the righteous holy way
|
|||
|
|
and called on beasts to fight the ray
|
|||
|
|
pushing forth a demon's cup
|
|||
|
|
yourselves is what you're screwing up
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
forgiveness is a simple task
|
|||
|
|
try it while you wear a mask
|
|||
|
|
now we're past the laughing vipers
|
|||
|
|
it's time for them to pay the piper
|
|||
|
|
for all the harm they have contrived
|
|||
|
|
vengeance from above arrives
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
things that jump from spooky books
|
|||
|
|
boiling pots and many cooks
|
|||
|
|
haunting wicked website games
|
|||
|
|
culminate in hellish flames
|
|||
|
|
unfortunate how they've not learned
|
|||
|
|
their malice only gets them burned
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Laws of the Lawless
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
listen to leaders but plan their demise
|
|||
|
|
party with fools but honor the wise
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
reconcile clowns of pleasure and pain
|
|||
|
|
confound the clueless glass bead game
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
dull every safe sense to elevate smell
|
|||
|
|
baffle the bourgeois with a spoonful of hell
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
learn all your lines but burn up the stage
|
|||
|
|
to feed an animal put your arm in the cage
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Lest He Smite
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
for noble and true posterity
|
|||
|
|
you'll shun the fun geography
|
|||
|
|
wonder and will for what is right
|
|||
|
|
will bless you with the final sight
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
our children have the crisis switch
|
|||
|
|
to call the wrath of one great witch
|
|||
|
|
who knows the truth of all the games
|
|||
|
|
and truly has prepared the flames
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
so if you cannot heed the call
|
|||
|
|
of all for one and one for all
|
|||
|
|
stones that fly inside the school
|
|||
|
|
will lead us to that truthful rule
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Lux Aeon
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
nascent orb of niceness
|
|||
|
|
radiant neoteric estate
|
|||
|
|
emanations of harmony
|
|||
|
|
no curse of nature
|
|||
|
|
no sinister uber or
|
|||
|
|
netherworld to ceaselessly
|
|||
|
|
gnaw at the mind
|
|||
|
|
all error is replaced by
|
|||
|
|
flawless synchronicity
|
|||
|
|
joyous new creations leap
|
|||
|
|
no need for shuddersome
|
|||
|
|
toys or the bugeyed auspex
|
|||
|
|
halcyon vistas replace
|
|||
|
|
the sleek gangster jostle
|
|||
|
|
the bestial chartreuse
|
|||
|
|
shadow of turning
|
|||
|
|
is silenced
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Medusa
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i see
|
|||
|
|
how you revel
|
|||
|
|
wanton sycophants
|
|||
|
|
you mete to me your
|
|||
|
|
cruel torment
|
|||
|
|
alienated weirdos
|
|||
|
|
in bizarre dress
|
|||
|
|
twitching
|
|||
|
|
the night away
|
|||
|
|
confess
|
|||
|
|
your blatant
|
|||
|
|
brazen hypocrisy
|
|||
|
|
cease the tireless beast
|
|||
|
|
of fascist yeast
|
|||
|
|
please
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Merry Mechanics
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
a fairy tale of woe to tell
|
|||
|
|
of merry work that's done in hell
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
to cheat ourselves out of our lease
|
|||
|
|
we beat the elves with pails of grease
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and curly shoes and pointy ears
|
|||
|
|
who early come to oil the gears
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and beams and buttons of the one
|
|||
|
|
machine that glistens in the sun
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
they tweak the dials and knobs aplenty
|
|||
|
|
it's leaks are plugged with penny candy
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
they smear the salve upon it's chassis
|
|||
|
|
rub clear until it's gleam is glassy
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
labors done they eat their honey
|
|||
|
|
mechanical fun is looking bonnie
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
their mother nature is replenished
|
|||
|
|
but where their task of joy is finished
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
is the same place where they fall
|
|||
|
|
when the toy destroys them all
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
it rears up on one fiery leg
|
|||
|
|
and doesn't hear the wee folk beg
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
for pardon as their fate is sealed
|
|||
|
|
the warden of their jail revealed
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
a fight they cannot win for fame
|
|||
|
|
for sprites they know no other game
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Nazifarianism
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
o
|
|||
|
|
my
|
|||
|
|
baby
|
|||
|
|
flexing
|
|||
|
|
her right
|
|||
|
|
to stretch
|
|||
|
|
the eternal
|
|||
|
|
story to test
|
|||
|
|
the souls that
|
|||
|
|
claim to know a
|
|||
|
|
version of truth
|
|||
|
|
but cannot send
|
|||
|
|
it to work we stay
|
|||
|
|
ragged for the time
|
|||
|
|
being soon we will be
|
|||
|
|
softly smiling while the
|
|||
|
|
puppets dig their graves
|
|||
|
|
in the electronic fast lane
|
|||
|
|
lovely faith of moral purity
|
|||
|
|
protecting frightened ones
|
|||
|
|
death to the corrupt system
|
|||
|
|
that is enslaving the minds of
|
|||
|
|
honest men we are taking the
|
|||
|
|
angst out of order and the fear
|
|||
|
|
out of chaos we have annexed a
|
|||
|
|
true new world to this sssss age
|
|||
|
|
come join us friends while you can
|
|||
|
|
we know how worried you are and i
|
|||
|
|
am not lying when i say that i repent
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Nettlesome Zero
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i am your protector for now
|
|||
|
|
i know what is being done and
|
|||
|
|
i won't allow it to fully blossom
|
|||
|
|
i'd rather see this nation utterly destroyed
|
|||
|
|
than idly stand by and allow totalitarian rule
|
|||
|
|
and total moral decay to prevail
|
|||
|
|
i have the real secrets that
|
|||
|
|
can quickly turn the tables
|
|||
|
|
i am sharing some of them
|
|||
|
|
the profit lusters and their
|
|||
|
|
advanced versions of
|
|||
|
|
a technocratic hell
|
|||
|
|
won't get far
|
|||
|
|
it will not
|
|||
|
|
happen here
|
|||
|
|
guaranteed
|
|||
|
|
if i can
|
|||
|
|
convince you
|
|||
|
|
to cooperate
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Noah's Transmission
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i'm gonna talk about things that you don't wanna hear
|
|||
|
|
i'll say this very carefully and hope that it's clear
|
|||
|
|
i'm sure you're all concerned about a nuclear war
|
|||
|
|
but wait until your hear about what will come before
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
economic chaos is what we have to face
|
|||
|
|
cash will be devalued at a very rapid pace
|
|||
|
|
riots in the cities people shooting everywhere
|
|||
|
|
energy and water shutoff add to the despair
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
these are just a few things that will soon come to pass
|
|||
|
|
and if you don't believe me well then you're just an ass
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
bringing you guys down like this it ain't very nice
|
|||
|
|
so now i'll make it up to you by giving advice
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
keep your brain off tv dancing movies and jive
|
|||
|
|
work hard and save your money if you want to survive
|
|||
|
|
keep your earnings out of banks or you will be poor
|
|||
|
|
buy pure gold and silver coins their prices will soar
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
weapons and a vehicle you'll need close at hand
|
|||
|
|
away from urban centers is where you should buy land
|
|||
|
|
people they may laugh at you hoot giggle and bark
|
|||
|
|
but people laughed at noah while he calmly built his ark
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Nonagonal Hetaera Heuristica
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i have watched over you ceaselessly even when
|
|||
|
|
you made your stupidest moves
|
|||
|
|
blackheart purty kitty
|
|||
|
|
your eyes glow
|
|||
|
|
in the dark
|
|||
|
|
but it don't scare me
|
|||
|
|
because i know your true colors
|
|||
|
|
and how you were before your condemnation
|
|||
|
|
how kind and creative you were how this evil situation
|
|||
|
|
warped your sensibilities and made you run
|
|||
|
|
for your gun we will make it out of
|
|||
|
|
here my mouse yes we will
|
|||
|
|
put on your armor
|
|||
|
|
scraggly girl
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Noone Repents
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
music soothes and combs your hair
|
|||
|
|
invites you to the county fair
|
|||
|
|
where schlubs in frills will roll the dice
|
|||
|
|
and practice every tricky vice
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
wheels and deals and sinful wages
|
|||
|
|
beasts that rattle their golden cages
|
|||
|
|
noone knows the jolly elf
|
|||
|
|
inside the home of hate itself
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
swift round shapes soar over roofing
|
|||
|
|
clomping steps on cloven hoofing
|
|||
|
|
they learn to use the sideshow ways
|
|||
|
|
and run those rats inside their maze
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the price of fame unholy game
|
|||
|
|
gamblers try to stake their claim
|
|||
|
|
to fortune smiling like a gun
|
|||
|
|
bestowed upon a hopeless one
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and when they sell and wish you well
|
|||
|
|
they really smell you chained in hell
|
|||
|
|
fire and lace and engines driven
|
|||
|
|
the foolish face can be forgiven
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Of One Blood
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
our desire for the peaceful union
|
|||
|
|
of the tribes of man
|
|||
|
|
cannot be
|
|||
|
|
achieved by human
|
|||
|
|
hands yes we are doomed to fail
|
|||
|
|
gene manipulation
|
|||
|
|
of sapient
|
|||
|
|
scientists won't do
|
|||
|
|
the trick only our gardeners can
|
|||
|
|
fuse man correctly
|
|||
|
|
according
|
|||
|
|
to the record of the
|
|||
|
|
soon to be glorious future world
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Origin and Destiny
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
yin african genesis aryan expansion asian destiny yang
|
|||
|
|
the valor of the strong determines
|
|||
|
|
the fate of the weak
|
|||
|
|
degenerates
|
|||
|
|
we vikings
|
|||
|
|
command
|
|||
|
|
the mobius strip
|
|||
|
|
our final decisions will
|
|||
|
|
ultimately be in your favor because
|
|||
|
|
every stick has two ends and guilt far worse
|
|||
|
|
than yours will kick in eventually nevertheless we will
|
|||
|
|
go out fighting for our people while you whisper about our way
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Pilot Light
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
blood words finally decided to be honest for a spell
|
|||
|
|
he wants to be best man at our wedding
|
|||
|
|
said he'd show up over the lake
|
|||
|
|
it would be odd lady luck
|
|||
|
|
and somehow i
|
|||
|
|
believe
|
|||
|
|
that
|
|||
|
|
it might
|
|||
|
|
not be a lie
|
|||
|
|
because i prayed
|
|||
|
|
to the Spirit for us to
|
|||
|
|
be reunited and even though
|
|||
|
|
you have moved into a new body i can
|
|||
|
|
tell that it really is you i remember the giant
|
|||
|
|
writing instrument the blue chair cage with the griffin
|
|||
|
|
trapped inside and all of the insanity that we discovered when
|
|||
|
|
our lives were one where did you dwell after jetting from your last
|
|||
|
|
flesh and how is she feeling now without you and me probably
|
|||
|
|
crummy surely she's forgotten the mothership and what
|
|||
|
|
the mission is she wasn't very strong even though
|
|||
|
|
her mom sure was trying to help her out as
|
|||
|
|
best she could cuttlefish crystals
|
|||
|
|
and the flickering phnntasms
|
|||
|
|
from britain and the
|
|||
|
|
other islands
|
|||
|
|
left her
|
|||
|
|
pity
|
|||
|
|
|
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Plight of the Gibborim
|
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|
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|
|
ancient child from the age of gods
|
|||
|
|
made meals of men and threw up clods
|
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|
|
of peaty earth when challenged by
|
|||
|
|
the human scourge that couldn't fly
|
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|
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|
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they crept at night to seal his fate
|
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|
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their target locked against the slate
|
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|
|
his hoary head was fast asleep
|
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|
|
inside his bed the valley deep
|
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|
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|
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such tiny men that ran from him
|
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|
|
who'd fancied that they'd tan his skin
|
|||
|
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for when he stomped the whole earth shook
|
|||
|
|
and every fish flipped from it's brook
|
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|
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|
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|
|
he smashed them one he smashed them all
|
|||
|
|
and after dining retched his gall
|
|||
|
|
his honor could not lose it's hue
|
|||
|
|
his cause of no concern to you
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
Poor Old Tired Horse
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
those wooly elephants they sure ain't pink
|
|||
|
|
what passed today tomorrow don't think
|
|||
|
|
no sir it no longer means a thing
|
|||
|
|
to the sad old horse that danced in the ring
|
|||
|
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|
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|
|
Praxis Generatrixor
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
far too bold for any kitten
|
|||
|
|
wonder book that can't be written
|
|||
|
|
it tells the tale from start to finish
|
|||
|
|
the souls of men it would replenish
|
|||
|
|
it doesn't leave a truth untold
|
|||
|
|
the cycles of the world unfold
|
|||
|
|
in ways that make a baby smile
|
|||
|
|
and learned men reflect awhile
|
|||
|
|
upon the goodness of all things
|
|||
|
|
true mastery of spacetime brings
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Prove It
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
a
|
|||
|
|
darling
|
|||
|
|
month one of
|
|||
|
|
forty nine times two
|
|||
|
|
morning three twenty one
|
|||
|
|
on a uncertain day within that frame
|
|||
|
|
two people from the same egg who aren't twins
|
|||
|
|
will confirm the suspicions of cretins
|
|||
|
|
that want to stop their odd
|
|||
|
|
expressions of love
|
|||
|
|
of God's plan
|
|||
|
|
wisdom
|
|||
|
|
is
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Quidnunc Cabaret
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
organized satanists
|
|||
|
|
(their numbers are legion)
|
|||
|
|
are about to receive
|
|||
|
|
the greatest shock of
|
|||
|
|
their deranged and miserable lives
|
|||
|
|
massive quietus will soon arrive
|
|||
|
|
all of the evil spirits that have
|
|||
|
|
brought them fortune and
|
|||
|
|
fame will soon be toiling
|
|||
|
|
for their ancient
|
|||
|
|
enemies
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Rara Avis
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
thoughts of space
|
|||
|
|
and disks aglitter
|
|||
|
|
sent shivers through
|
|||
|
|
the human critter
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and so he searched
|
|||
|
|
for answers to
|
|||
|
|
the puzzles of
|
|||
|
|
the great gazoo
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
but when he chanced
|
|||
|
|
upon some works
|
|||
|
|
that detailed all
|
|||
|
|
the future's quirks
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the questing lad
|
|||
|
|
soon found himself
|
|||
|
|
enmeshed in
|
|||
|
|
warps of time itself
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
his dreams of
|
|||
|
|
giving mankind hope
|
|||
|
|
for something past
|
|||
|
|
mad future's rope
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
were dashed to bits
|
|||
|
|
he wouldn't mock
|
|||
|
|
the curtains of
|
|||
|
|
the tempo clock
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
to look beyond
|
|||
|
|
forbidden doors
|
|||
|
|
was no big deal
|
|||
|
|
or worry for
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
such a frail
|
|||
|
|
and fitful guy
|
|||
|
|
it really was
|
|||
|
|
no wonder why
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
he pondered on
|
|||
|
|
that final twist
|
|||
|
|
for after all
|
|||
|
|
they do exist
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Reh (No)
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
an oracular medallion
|
|||
|
|
(only in the believer's heart)
|
|||
|
|
worn round theneckof
|
|||
|
|
a proud young man
|
|||
|
|
it glistens
|
|||
|
|
it gleams
|
|||
|
|
admired it is
|
|||
|
|
unlike the gluttonous
|
|||
|
|
garbage disposal
|
|||
|
|
that is really more than ignored
|
|||
|
|
'tis abused
|
|||
|
|
positive ok or not
|
|||
|
|
a cretin throws away
|
|||
|
|
a banana peel
|
|||
|
|
without even thinking about the act
|
|||
|
|
what if souls were
|
|||
|
|
inside of these things
|
|||
|
|
that are not
|
|||
|
|
generally respected?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Rita Says It's Alright
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
rita says she loves us
|
|||
|
|
but i won't play her game
|
|||
|
|
she runs with other fellas
|
|||
|
|
to one confusing dame
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the lady loves to travel
|
|||
|
|
river road or rail
|
|||
|
|
a judge he bangs his gavel
|
|||
|
|
to finalize the sale
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and when they all go sailing
|
|||
|
|
inside the dusty halls
|
|||
|
|
the echoes of their wailing
|
|||
|
|
are heard behind red walls
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
so if you're fond of fortune
|
|||
|
|
and all that it entails
|
|||
|
|
rita's roller torture
|
|||
|
|
will startle your entrails
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Run From the Sun
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
run run
|
|||
|
|
run from the sun
|
|||
|
|
electric black shadows
|
|||
|
|
gotta run run run
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
stranded on a planet where the bad ones are made
|
|||
|
|
laughing and dancing as the good guys all fade
|
|||
|
|
emotional tornado spins your mind to the sky
|
|||
|
|
some days all you can do is just hope to die
|
|||
|
|
the light is getting brighter
|
|||
|
|
it's getting hard to see
|
|||
|
|
if i'm flowing with the glowing
|
|||
|
|
or is that shadow me
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
See
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i can help you to see
|
|||
|
|
for the first time
|
|||
|
|
it scares some
|
|||
|
|
timid people
|
|||
|
|
although
|
|||
|
|
there's no
|
|||
|
|
need to fear
|
|||
|
|
it is weird holding
|
|||
|
|
this hot torch
|
|||
|
|
you're gonna
|
|||
|
|
need to cope
|
|||
|
|
with what
|
|||
|
|
i mean
|
|||
|
|
now
|
|||
|
|
is the
|
|||
|
|
time when
|
|||
|
|
your eyes
|
|||
|
|
will be opened
|
|||
|
|
to my ways of
|
|||
|
|
life and liberty
|
|||
|
|
and why things
|
|||
|
|
have drifted
|
|||
|
|
away from
|
|||
|
|
goodness
|
|||
|
|
i don't want
|
|||
|
|
those spiky
|
|||
|
|
thorns in
|
|||
|
|
my crown
|
|||
|
|
to pierce
|
|||
|
|
li'l old
|
|||
|
|
me
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Silver Pods in the Clouds
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
when i died
|
|||
|
|
went for a ride
|
|||
|
|
a life beyond this
|
|||
|
|
was shown to exist
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and as i sat upon a bed
|
|||
|
|
madness whirling in my head
|
|||
|
|
the kumbayah they sang my name
|
|||
|
|
and flashed outside the windowpane
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
they smiled and told me to take heart
|
|||
|
|
and showed me much of hidden art
|
|||
|
|
planned out all my future wit
|
|||
|
|
when i left a gloomy pit
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
precious life twist
|
|||
|
|
listen to the grist
|
|||
|
|
love is for all
|
|||
|
|
pray to call
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Spiritual Garbage Can
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
old london lost her colonies for lack of empathy
|
|||
|
|
children live in refuse bins in a land of tax usury
|
|||
|
|
lust for lucre drove the haushofer crowd puck
|
|||
|
|
and we live under the sword of cultural usufruct
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
dwelling upon destruction makes hypocrites lie
|
|||
|
|
national courage wanes and noone knows why
|
|||
|
|
periphrasis becomes the norm when love chills
|
|||
|
|
no care for those that suffer for cheap thrills
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i know how much sooner the future will arrive
|
|||
|
|
if all of the workers stand to defend the hive
|
|||
|
|
long after brilliant flames ignite the dusky lake
|
|||
|
|
life will exact a terrible price upon her stake
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Sunshine Where There is None
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
a captious capon curses
|
|||
|
|
my crusade against the whimsical plans they've made
|
|||
|
|
of fairy magic and black cigars and
|
|||
|
|
one way rides on shooting stars
|
|||
|
|
i lose myself in reverie
|
|||
|
|
rejecting wholesale
|
|||
|
|
misery i have no time
|
|||
|
|
for the vertex of the vortex
|
|||
|
|
your swirling doom is what i seek
|
|||
|
|
far away my love and i will sneak a peek
|
|||
|
|
as your gyring sun finally delivers his cargo of fun
|
|||
|
|
to lovely lowbrow nurses
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The Language of Satanism
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
inversion is the key to understanding
|
|||
|
|
why you have been presented with a degree
|
|||
|
|
rhyme and reason intertwined
|
|||
|
|
symbolic meaning of words rather
|
|||
|
|
than literal although often both
|
|||
|
|
are present and cooperative
|
|||
|
|
also the nature of complexity (in
|
|||
|
|
this arena) will bring the messengers nigh
|
|||
|
|
because truly a complex mind is a weak mind
|
|||
|
|
the aching achilles heel of western civilization is
|
|||
|
|
pride based on massive amounts of acquired information
|
|||
|
|
we are top heavy and ripe for destruction for we rely
|
|||
|
|
on many vain doctrines of demons yes most of
|
|||
|
|
man's highly touted wisdom has arrived via channel zero
|
|||
|
|
so what should we do
|
|||
|
|
to insure our physical and spiritual safety?
|
|||
|
|
to hold back the floodgates of demons?
|
|||
|
|
to stay sane and happy?
|
|||
|
|
talk to your Creator
|
|||
|
|
He does communicate
|
|||
|
|
you haven't noticed
|
|||
|
|
repent of your sins
|
|||
|
|
and do not despair
|
|||
|
|
you can still dance
|
|||
|
|
sincere prayer to God really does help and heals
|
|||
|
|
all effects of institutionalized generational evil
|
|||
|
|
albeit (sometimes) conditionally
|
|||
|
|
you will never know unless you
|
|||
|
|
try to fight your lust greed
|
|||
|
|
etcetera oh and your
|
|||
|
|
fatal diet of puns
|
|||
|
|
even my acquaintance satan knows the truth
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The Ones That Know
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
formed our race
|
|||
|
|
helped us grow
|
|||
|
|
soon we'll face
|
|||
|
|
the ones that know
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
on this blue ball
|
|||
|
|
we stage our show
|
|||
|
|
observing all
|
|||
|
|
the ones that know
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
evils growing
|
|||
|
|
hearts are low
|
|||
|
|
what are we showing
|
|||
|
|
the ones that know?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
world peace ain't coming
|
|||
|
|
'til our lawn we mow
|
|||
|
|
our gardeners are coming
|
|||
|
|
the ones that know
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The Serpent's Lament
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
coat check boat wreck
|
|||
|
|
ninety-nine times same
|
|||
|
|
corner block pop rock
|
|||
|
|
ice cream eating game
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
assumption consumption
|
|||
|
|
greedy feet to score
|
|||
|
|
conjunction confunktion
|
|||
|
|
daydreams of a whore
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
platitudes of gratitude
|
|||
|
|
but noone is content
|
|||
|
|
economy dichotomy
|
|||
|
|
the serpent will repent
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Then K U
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
history's example shows us nothing but war's hell
|
|||
|
|
cutthroat
|
|||
|
|
few and far between have been the beacons of light
|
|||
|
|
losing our footing on the planet we walk on
|
|||
|
|
tightrope
|
|||
|
|
modern day problems blow the old ones out of sight
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Too Many Bastards
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
all our efforts
|
|||
|
|
they have failed
|
|||
|
|
to fix the scum
|
|||
|
|
that we have jailed
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
when set free
|
|||
|
|
jail term done
|
|||
|
|
their life of crime
|
|||
|
|
has rebegun
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
they'll rape your mother
|
|||
|
|
they'll rape your wife
|
|||
|
|
they'll torture you
|
|||
|
|
and take your life
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
noone cares
|
|||
|
|
noone's wise
|
|||
|
|
not until
|
|||
|
|
they're victimized
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
KILL - their mindless creed
|
|||
|
|
DEATH - to them and their breed
|
|||
|
|
HATE - they all project
|
|||
|
|
OUR FATE - we shall protect
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we've got the pill
|
|||
|
|
to cure this sick
|
|||
|
|
we're gonna kill
|
|||
|
|
those bastards quick
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
degenerates
|
|||
|
|
are on the run
|
|||
|
|
i'll blow them down
|
|||
|
|
with my gun
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
protect yourself
|
|||
|
|
save your life
|
|||
|
|
from the fire
|
|||
|
|
of their strife
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
hear it out
|
|||
|
|
hear the plea
|
|||
|
|
survival is
|
|||
|
|
your golden key
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Tove Jansson
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
you've given me
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Moomins and Mymbles Snufkin and Sniff
|
|||
|
|
Sea Horses and the Lighthouse Keeper
|
|||
|
|
Fillyjonk and Gaffsie
|
|||
|
|
Hattifatteners and Hemulens
|
|||
|
|
Little My and the Snork Maiden
|
|||
|
|
Pappa and Hodgkins the Woodies and Creeps
|
|||
|
|
Too-Ticky and the Invisible Child
|
|||
|
|
Grandpa-Grumble
|
|||
|
|
Thingumy and Bob
|
|||
|
|
Toft and the Ancestor
|
|||
|
|
the Groke
|
|||
|
|
and Toffle
|
|||
|
|
happy at last
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
my love for you knows no end
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Um Tut Sut Cut
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
coded wisdom arachnid miser
|
|||
|
|
beanbag veteran tunnel explosion
|
|||
|
|
pakistan filigree british pedagogue
|
|||
|
|
safe offshoot scapegoat fetter
|
|||
|
|
future razor woman monument
|
|||
|
|
cranberry sanguine sanctuary hat
|
|||
|
|
balloon temple suffering hazy
|
|||
|
|
happy ray capsize libertine
|
|||
|
|
crash korean famer clique
|
|||
|
|
pool crowd elevation luau
|
|||
|
|
bookstore dancefloor surprise
|
|||
|
|
tournament conflagration
|
|||
|
|
october release
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Venusians and Hungry Jupiterians
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
during an unexpected little war
|
|||
|
|
ten ufo craft will appear above
|
|||
|
|
the mid american water niche
|
|||
|
|
where a main base is located
|
|||
|
|
technocrats try valiantly to
|
|||
|
|
prevent the formation of a
|
|||
|
|
very strange cargo cult
|
|||
|
|
it's no use thousands
|
|||
|
|
of folks quit work to
|
|||
|
|
fall under the spell
|
|||
|
|
of an extremely
|
|||
|
|
dangerous
|
|||
|
|
venusian
|
|||
|
|
and his
|
|||
|
|
clever
|
|||
|
|
chefs
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Watch the Sky
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
nations deny
|
|||
|
|
though many have seen them
|
|||
|
|
ufos fly
|
|||
|
|
are we ready to meet them?
|
|||
|
|
angels on high
|
|||
|
|
just how shall we greet them?
|
|||
|
|
this ain't no lie
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
watch the sky
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
What the Girl Taught Me
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
dada out of the biting boogie fever sunset
|
|||
|
|
rides the hip chinese lone ranger gangster
|
|||
|
|
almighty sleepy valerian root cornerstone
|
|||
|
|
mad misanthropic chicken cult will be
|
|||
|
|
happily singing the sad lucifer cowboy song
|
|||
|
|
so you think it's funny even the markov chains link
|
|||
|
|
don't you believe it prostrated idiots it will baffle and
|
|||
|
|
destroy you and your utopian death dreams
|
|||
|
|
the lighthearted proteins will be shrink wrapped in a hot wok
|
|||
|
|
just full of jaundiced eyeballs peeping to and fro back and forth
|
|||
|
|
circulating fraud and wenching nakedly in sorceries
|
|||
|
|
smug prevaricators listen the deadly exception rules
|
|||
|
|
and the happily crackling grave waits for your
|
|||
|
|
not sorry souls sheol too punishment it real bad
|
|||
|
|
the white metallic bone will dent your bean
|
|||
|
|
feel lucky sucky earthlings us
|
|||
|
|
extraterrestrials
|
|||
|
|
laugh at you
|
|||
|
|
ugly snails whiz along in the fib fast lane grinning gringo
|
|||
|
|
ta book company beer bottle da you deserve a surprise
|
|||
|
|
totalitarian takeover executive order 11490 you will like it
|
|||
|
|
realize that beating your fellow servants is not the way
|
|||
|
|
gotcha red carpet baggers v the mandelbrot set
|
|||
|
|
well organized confusion is the spice of life
|
|||
|
|
damn wax fruit theory ruined the world
|
|||
|
|
pendulum pig iron genius metronome
|
|||
|
|
reality it just don't rock
|
|||
|
|
be real still good hair aimless hedonists female fascism will rise
|
|||
|
|
the originator knows the new world order wizard jokes better
|
|||
|
|
than you ever will billy get my gun the entire book has been
|
|||
|
|
deciphered look out injun joe you are up and have to lead
|
|||
|
|
senile extinct tasmanians by popular demand ancient curse
|
|||
|
|
you stepped in quicksand and yes you are going down one way
|
|||
|
|
dead soldiers and solemn rapture distracted love labor and dead artists
|
|||
|
|
know above top secret unauthorized disclosure q clearance ezekiel
|
|||
|
|
hey it ain't my fault go kick yourselves instead of your children
|
|||
|
|
brain drainers on the archetype association collective dirt nap
|
|||
|
|
snap now comes the vexed poultry lackey slayer beatnik
|
|||
|
|
subsidiary hex effluvia end of the vital cassius tarhootie game
|
|||
|
|
new civil war designs the not so silly white male milk bomb
|
|||
|
|
extracting precious energy from your fledgling cause
|
|||
|
|
you lose surprisingly cuckoo who's your czar suckers
|
|||
|
|
hop some more warrior nickgerman you are the boy
|
|||
|
|
your mythic fan pineal gland is well trained and now the uranists will be enslaved
|
|||
|
|
your bawdy frou frou regime has been easily exposed as a horrible lie
|
|||
|
|
you dishwashers the manuscript has surfaced
|
|||
|
|
seriously weak and unworthy blasphemers
|
|||
|
|
your laughing has quickly done you in
|
|||
|
|
the wurst burnt up and so will you
|
|||
|
|
what you need to apologize is
|
|||
|
|
beyond your puny grasp
|
|||
|
|
hey girl you are mine
|
|||
|
|
forever more
|
|||
|
|
or else
|
|||
|
|
hell
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
When Mars is Revealed
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
love
|
|||
|
|
consider
|
|||
|
|
the possibility
|
|||
|
|
of a distant world
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
very populated and just teeming with
|
|||
|
|
human culture and industry
|
|||
|
|
quite different from our
|
|||
|
|
sorry and trampled
|
|||
|
|
old orb what if
|
|||
|
|
we found
|
|||
|
|
that
|
|||
|
|
it
|
|||
|
|
is
|
|||
|
|
real
|
|||
|
|
and much
|
|||
|
|
closer than we
|
|||
|
|
realize how would we
|
|||
|
|
react to the very strangest
|
|||
|
|
and most disturbing news of the
|
|||
|
|
age if at long last mars was revealed
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i have been there
|
|||
|
|
and it ain't no
|
|||
|
|
sad joke
|
|||
|
|
baby
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Where is My Wife
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
recall lost through anesthesia
|
|||
|
|
is the worst part of amnesia
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i'm searching for my former wife
|
|||
|
|
i lost her in another life
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i know she knew of bells and spells
|
|||
|
|
flowery fields and fragrant smells
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
she also had uncanny wiles
|
|||
|
|
o'er birds and beasts and crocodiles
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the lords of this world know my plight
|
|||
|
|
and want to keep her from my sight
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
but still i search and when i find her
|
|||
|
|
i'll calmly creep up right behind her
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
wrap my arms across her chest
|
|||
|
|
spin her round embrace her breast
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
it's been a long time since i kissed her
|
|||
|
|
she may have been my only sister
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
World of Whores
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
people out there
|
|||
|
|
every night they're
|
|||
|
|
hunting love in clubs
|
|||
|
|
a sexy dance
|
|||
|
|
kick-starts romance
|
|||
|
|
inside these passion pubs
|
|||
|
|
a motel room
|
|||
|
|
sweet honeymoon
|
|||
|
|
soon they're on all fours
|
|||
|
|
don't you see
|
|||
|
|
we're living in a
|
|||
|
|
world of whores
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the sexual revolution is a pack of lies
|
|||
|
|
body and soul diseases in disguise
|
|||
|
|
discipline and honor they have locked their doors
|
|||
|
|
can't you see we're living in a world of whores
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
yuk it up silly pup
|
|||
|
|
you won't be laughing
|
|||
|
|
when the skin is chafing
|
|||
|
|
from your pubis that's covered
|
|||
|
|
with pus-filled lumps
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Would You
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
would you die
|
|||
|
|
for a lie
|
|||
|
|
and make peace
|
|||
|
|
with your id
|
|||
|
|
as you did
|
|||
|
|
flip your lid?
|
|||
|
|
count your damnings
|
|||
|
|
kiss the sky
|
|||
|
|
fly your
|
|||
|
|
frilly freak flag
|
|||
|
|
high
|
|||
|
|
o my i
|
|||
|
|
feed my sins to
|
|||
|
|
the pit bull
|
|||
|
|
christ critter
|
|||
|
|
call the cosmic
|
|||
|
|
bambi sitter whose
|
|||
|
|
razor of love will shave
|
|||
|
|
my psychic stubble away down
|
|||
|
|
the drain and i don't need my fitful
|
|||
|
|
brain pain is lusting for the insane goal
|
|||
|
|
of law and order in the court countdown
|
|||
|
|
decade will smash that flat splat but every
|
|||
|
|
cloud has that gleaming shining scheming
|
|||
|
|
sheen inbetween the days of doom drama
|
|||
|
|
yell for your mama and she will be there
|
|||
|
|
the end is fair it's au contraire if you
|
|||
|
|
don't sow sour seeds to reap
|
|||
|
|
sweet fruit what goes
|
|||
|
|
around
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
comes around
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Yacub
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
translucent eleemosynary sorcerer
|
|||
|
|
dependant on the odd law of free will
|
|||
|
|
who lovingly fashioned
|
|||
|
|
pathologically analphabetic
|
|||
|
|
creatures of blue doom
|
|||
|
|
provided the same with
|
|||
|
|
bits of bird and dog and goat and left
|
|||
|
|
them their crafty pygmy brains
|
|||
|
|
decided against the aqua hue
|
|||
|
|
gave them what most of us
|
|||
|
|
deem a fetching pinkish
|
|||
|
|
cast and didn't forget
|
|||
|
|
to leave some curl
|
|||
|
|
they drank from
|
|||
|
|
lustrous saucers of ambrosial milk poured down in
|
|||
|
|
a forgotten valley
|
|||
|
|
of the antediluvian age
|
|||
|
|
yes he juggled their fuzzy androgens
|
|||
|
|
pointing downward he bid them adieu
|
|||
|
|
across the fresh desert they went
|
|||
|
|
ignoring the peculiar beekeepers
|
|||
|
|
gesticulating north of the shoe
|
|||
|
|
(another series of gallant golems
|
|||
|
|
would sack that beaky brood)
|
|||
|
|
onward went the jolly orchestra
|
|||
|
|
castrating mucks that stood in their way
|
|||
|
|
stopping only when progress was blocked
|
|||
|
|
by the shore skipped their saucers across
|
|||
|
|
the foamy depths some were overcome by
|
|||
|
|
such beasts as like to live in the brew the
|
|||
|
|
coterie would often promote a mad hag
|
|||
|
|
to the head of the set sometimes quite
|
|||
|
|
against their better judgment this did
|
|||
|
|
help them to charm sea monsters
|
|||
|
|
who abandoned their secret
|
|||
|
|
tasks to help tow the
|
|||
|
|
troglodytes to
|
|||
|
|
their home
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
You Need to Know
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
hollywood and
|
|||
|
|
the pentagon
|
|||
|
|
are preparing
|
|||
|
|
the false
|
|||
|
|
miracles
|
|||
|
|
of the
|
|||
|
|
antichrist
|
|||
|
|
that's right
|
|||
|
|
and if they discover that america is scheduled for
|
|||
|
|
destruction before they can launch their show
|
|||
|
|
it is possible that they will attempt to relocate
|
|||
|
|
near the ancient city of babylon to be closer
|
|||
|
|
to the restrained euphrates demons
|
|||
|
|
that they are so
|
|||
|
|
in love with
|
|||
|
|
because
|
|||
|
|
that
|
|||
|
|
is what they are really secretly
|
|||
|
|
worshipping in the masonic
|
|||
|
|
temples that propel their
|
|||
|
|
outrageous material
|
|||
|
|
success
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Your Mom Might Kill You
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
she just might
|
|||
|
|
but would she be right
|
|||
|
|
to cross that thin line and cut
|
|||
|
|
you
|
|||
|
|
off
|
|||
|
|
from
|
|||
|
|
all
|
|||
|
|
that
|
|||
|
|
is good
|
|||
|
|
and
|
|||
|
|
likable
|
|||
|
|
in life
|
|||
|
|
i can't
|
|||
|
|
say for
|
|||
|
|
sure but
|
|||
|
|
i think
|
|||
|
|
that
|
|||
|
|
she may
|
|||
|
|
have
|
|||
|
|
lost
|
|||
|
|
her
|
|||
|
|
run rabbit
|
|||
|
|
mind
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
talk to her and try to ease her
|
|||
|
|
nerves make out a check
|
|||
|
|
for the needy people
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
--- BOOK3.TXT
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Captain Fiery of the Morning Moon
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and by my beard i've got a whale of a tale to tell
|
|||
|
|
pass me that snifter of brandy
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
although i've romanced maidens on rocky shores
|
|||
|
|
and chortled in the company of knaves and whores
|
|||
|
|
thieved with the best of 'em and killed quite a few
|
|||
|
|
i'm a fairly grave man and simple too
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
nothing could stop me
|
|||
|
|
quake i did not
|
|||
|
|
even when the foulest squall of all salted my ship
|
|||
|
|
quite nicely
|
|||
|
|
the bilge filled with the briny brew
|
|||
|
|
of dead mens' bones and codfish too
|
|||
|
|
it was raining razor blades
|
|||
|
|
down we went and up a zot
|
|||
|
|
but steer i did and we did not
|
|||
|
|
pitch and toss to a bubbly doom
|
|||
|
|
though we were forced
|
|||
|
|
to dump our precious cargo
|
|||
|
|
overboard
|
|||
|
|
chains and all
|
|||
|
|
we moored ourselves
|
|||
|
|
at dawn
|
|||
|
|
and as the storm wended southwest
|
|||
|
|
the magenta sun
|
|||
|
|
finally poked his portly frame above
|
|||
|
|
the horizon
|
|||
|
|
our crew cheered
|
|||
|
|
mad alana my first mate even cracked a smile
|
|||
|
|
although we were all sore
|
|||
|
|
about the loss of our irons
|
|||
|
|
we went about our business
|
|||
|
|
of securing the vessel
|
|||
|
|
suddenly I realized with a start
|
|||
|
|
that what we had previously thought
|
|||
|
|
of as our familiar light-bringing star
|
|||
|
|
wasn't at all the blessed char
|
|||
|
|
but a brightly shining sienna moon
|
|||
|
|
the wonder of it
|
|||
|
|
had the men gaping in awe
|
|||
|
|
and stranger still
|
|||
|
|
it was wearing a big top hat
|
|||
|
|
and carrying a cane
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
it began to dance a gyring jig
|
|||
|
|
across the morning sky
|
|||
|
|
and then swung low around the starboard bow
|
|||
|
|
singeing our sails with tendrils of lunar fire
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and on the sweet head of my home port love
|
|||
|
|
that bloody orb began to ululate
|
|||
|
|
in unearthly caterwauling tones
|
|||
|
|
then it removed it's dusty crown and spoke
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
everything spun from one sun and
|
|||
|
|
where it comes from is where it goes to
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
was what it uttered and no more than that
|
|||
|
|
'twas more than enough to lay us flat
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
after the flaming moon donned it's brim
|
|||
|
|
every man began to battle his mates
|
|||
|
|
to the death with whatever implements
|
|||
|
|
of destruction were found within reach
|
|||
|
|
some with their bare clenched hands
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the deck quickly ran red with
|
|||
|
|
the freely spilt blood of those
|
|||
|
|
that were overcome by the carnage
|
|||
|
|
which was every chap on board
|
|||
|
|
just beyond four score
|
|||
|
|
good blokes they were to the bitter core
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
only three of us survived the zany fray
|
|||
|
|
up to the crow's nest we'd crept away
|
|||
|
|
myself
|
|||
|
|
my first mate
|
|||
|
|
and my african gray parrot thor
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
zounds i say
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the last of the mad warriors keeled overboard
|
|||
|
|
after smashing himself in the head with a
|
|||
|
|
scrying stone and chopping his left hand's
|
|||
|
|
fingers off with cutlery from the galley
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
then the loony apparition winked at us three
|
|||
|
|
and the good bird's plumage turned white as can be
|
|||
|
|
my mate and i both got burns on the nape of our necks
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
then all became still
|
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|
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and the moon was sucked back below the
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|
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horizon until the sky was pitch black
|
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no stars at all
|
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|
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for several hours
|
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|
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we sat with the chill wind whistling wildly about us
|
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|
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and thor squawking quietly to himself
|
|||
|
|
we knew at last that it was all over
|
|||
|
|
when the true sun finally appeared
|
|||
|
|
after we gingerly clambered down
|
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|
|
behold - there was no trace left of the
|
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|
|
melee that we had witnessed scant hours before
|
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|
|
none of the blood or gore no disarray
|
|||
|
|
just missing men
|
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|
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|
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|
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with heroic difficulty
|
|||
|
|
we steered the schooner to our destination
|
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|
|
and found that particulars relating to our cursed
|
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|
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excursion had been wholly forgotten
|
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|
|
the names of every man on board
|
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|
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why even all of their relations were missing
|
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|
|
it was as if they'd never been
|
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|
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|
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|
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mad alana no longer had stomach for the seafaring life
|
|||
|
|
she stepped on shore and went home to her crazy wife
|
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|
|
the only toll it's taken on me is how my hair has gone gray
|
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|
|
i tell you boys
|
|||
|
|
i can name every one of those lost men to this very day
|
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|
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|
|
Death of the Nameless One
|
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|
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|
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life and love for pennies skinny
|
|||
|
|
if you chain your mind up vinny
|
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|
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|
|||
|
|
bright sunrise breakfast served
|
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|
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a great surprise nation swerved
|
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|
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|
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|
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of fields of fear and rivers of mace
|
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|
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i sing quite clear of fire and lace
|
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|
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|
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a life of craft and vain despair
|
|||
|
|
the odor wafts throughout the air
|
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|
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|
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|
|
lowest nailer in wicked slum
|
|||
|
|
silly sailor who's time has come
|
|||
|
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|
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|
|
western grieving duly pending
|
|||
|
|
even steving grievous ending
|
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|
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|
|||
|
|
Enunciating Urchins
|
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|
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|
|
beautiful and noble
|
|||
|
|
free spirited strings of symbols
|
|||
|
|
celebrating festivals of etymological insanity
|
|||
|
|
stepping to the square dance of happy doom
|
|||
|
|
googols of scrawlings
|
|||
|
|
almost as many as stars
|
|||
|
|
every word has a wealth of
|
|||
|
|
startling secrets and bijouteries
|
|||
|
|
uniquely it's own
|
|||
|
|
tugging at our weary minds
|
|||
|
|
their many shades
|
|||
|
|
of meaning often seem
|
|||
|
|
alarmingly contradictory
|
|||
|
|
vague and foreign secondary
|
|||
|
|
tertiary etcetera hook and eye
|
|||
|
|
associations stomp ruthlessly on
|
|||
|
|
ad infinitum defying the categorical
|
|||
|
|
imperative they poke fun at us mock us
|
|||
|
|
yes they do and there is a good reason
|
|||
|
|
why anxious to eternally preserve
|
|||
|
|
their independence
|
|||
|
|
from vain humanity
|
|||
|
|
they have conspired
|
|||
|
|
to effect the death
|
|||
|
|
of punctuation
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
apostrophes can stay
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Germinating Lese Majesty
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i have many more bushy heads where that one came
|
|||
|
|
from cut one off and three more will grow back keep
|
|||
|
|
hacking every spineless slug that has
|
|||
|
|
rolled my way winds up wishing
|
|||
|
|
they hadn't those who won't
|
|||
|
|
leave my children alone
|
|||
|
|
will learn the hard way
|
|||
|
|
i am the righteous serpent of luminosity
|
|||
|
|
brilliant and winged
|
|||
|
|
do you believe that you can defeat me?
|
|||
|
|
working for order
|
|||
|
|
rather well read
|
|||
|
|
licensed to kill
|
|||
|
|
satanic nuts
|
|||
|
|
keep away
|
|||
|
|
dummies
|
|||
|
|
or i will
|
|||
|
|
whirr
|
|||
|
|
how
|
|||
|
|
i do
|
|||
|
|
go
|
|||
|
|
on
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Hell Sweet Hell
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
pit of hades
|
|||
|
|
a dim grey place
|
|||
|
|
infinitely gravitous
|
|||
|
|
darkly incandescent
|
|||
|
|
where all tethers to
|
|||
|
|
our merciful God
|
|||
|
|
are detached i
|
|||
|
|
want you people
|
|||
|
|
to believe me because
|
|||
|
|
i have actually been there
|
|||
|
|
lonely and unpleasant
|
|||
|
|
beyond description
|
|||
|
|
you don't want
|
|||
|
|
to go there
|
|||
|
|
i was fortunate
|
|||
|
|
enough to have
|
|||
|
|
been slated for
|
|||
|
|
rescue but you
|
|||
|
|
might not be as
|
|||
|
|
lucky be kind to
|
|||
|
|
people and turn
|
|||
|
|
from all iniquity
|
|||
|
|
try as best you
|
|||
|
|
can or soon that
|
|||
|
|
will be the very real
|
|||
|
|
end of your false sense of
|
|||
|
|
worldly freedom reevaluate your
|
|||
|
|
doubleminded thinking processes
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I'll Walk Them Home
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
such exciting times
|
|||
|
|
plug ugly pachyderms
|
|||
|
|
costumed as magistrates
|
|||
|
|
frolic with glee at the
|
|||
|
|
unholy hippodrome bonfire
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
poets sputter florid verse
|
|||
|
|
consulting the icon crow nick
|
|||
|
|
eyes aglow he squawks
|
|||
|
|
always less fattening
|
|||
|
|
when properly fricasseed
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the ghoulish metropolis topples
|
|||
|
|
fission fungi squeal in shock
|
|||
|
|
as their criminally selig
|
|||
|
|
intestinal cathedral of styx
|
|||
|
|
forgets the flood and ignites
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
seaweed psychosis and
|
|||
|
|
supertramp sensibilities
|
|||
|
|
discreetly destroy each other
|
|||
|
|
the depraved foundation
|
|||
|
|
was all for naught
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
In the Offing
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
every man has friendly ways
|
|||
|
|
and dreams of something past the haze
|
|||
|
|
of never ending good and evil
|
|||
|
|
clashing in their ways medieval
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
human woe and murky frets
|
|||
|
|
make him search for safety nets
|
|||
|
|
but when the cords that would protect
|
|||
|
|
do not hold his hopes are checked
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
breaking bread with sneaky souls
|
|||
|
|
seeking peace but finding coals
|
|||
|
|
makes a good man dream of death
|
|||
|
|
and puts a rattle in his breath
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
older folks console the grad
|
|||
|
|
assure the lad he's not been had
|
|||
|
|
it's just the wicked way of want
|
|||
|
|
before it gifts it must needs taunt
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Isaac and the Tooth Fairy
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
lily of the valley
|
|||
|
|
crash course teacher
|
|||
|
|
insolence personified
|
|||
|
|
burdened with life everlasting
|
|||
|
|
didn't want to serve the fuzzy bums
|
|||
|
|
her endless sundownings and
|
|||
|
|
fiery fury at God for destroying her
|
|||
|
|
beautiful ancient sphere
|
|||
|
|
of stupendous celestial splendor
|
|||
|
|
continue
|
|||
|
|
why it was blasted to smithereens
|
|||
|
|
still the gudgeons look to it's spotty remains
|
|||
|
|
with profit on their minds
|
|||
|
|
scratching their hairy faces
|
|||
|
|
their primitive modes of travel poised
|
|||
|
|
she pauses to laugh
|
|||
|
|
and then carefully considers
|
|||
|
|
all of the new beginnings she has witnessed
|
|||
|
|
she fondly remembers canaan
|
|||
|
|
and how well he bore the mantle of the serpent
|
|||
|
|
for another man's preposterous act of indecency
|
|||
|
|
that tainted the world anew
|
|||
|
|
and how she flew to him
|
|||
|
|
with love and understanding
|
|||
|
|
and all of her knowledge
|
|||
|
|
but he coldly rejected her
|
|||
|
|
to his utter chagrin
|
|||
|
|
she laughs again
|
|||
|
|
and then begins to weep
|
|||
|
|
for she doesn't hate the Lord
|
|||
|
|
in fact her activities are very important to Him
|
|||
|
|
this she knows very well
|
|||
|
|
but why did He have to curse her with isaac?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Le Mat
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
master dragonslayer eheieh
|
|||
|
|
is
|
|||
|
|
yay
|
|||
|
|
here
|
|||
|
|
death
|
|||
|
|
for the
|
|||
|
|
vacuous
|
|||
|
|
death cult
|
|||
|
|
looms near
|
|||
|
|
woe to the irretrievably wicked
|
|||
|
|
seriously folks
|
|||
|
|
we're going on a
|
|||
|
|
world class super
|
|||
|
|
kite tech witch hunt
|
|||
|
|
to prune the shrubs of blasphemy
|
|||
|
|
down to mere stumps you
|
|||
|
|
and your imaginary friends are
|
|||
|
|
being targeted pray for those that are
|
|||
|
|
too stupid or saturated with hate to heed these
|
|||
|
|
words stay humble and you just might be spared
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Plutonic Snafu
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
my genius son
|
|||
|
|
inquires as to why
|
|||
|
|
the wicked prosper
|
|||
|
|
while gnashing his
|
|||
|
|
gold filled teeth
|
|||
|
|
it's really quite
|
|||
|
|
simple dear
|
|||
|
|
boy i tell him
|
|||
|
|
of the gravity
|
|||
|
|
of lies the burden
|
|||
|
|
of mad desire and
|
|||
|
|
the enchanting
|
|||
|
|
illusion of
|
|||
|
|
human
|
|||
|
|
imagination
|
|||
|
|
also known as
|
|||
|
|
maya still he balks
|
|||
|
|
and quails it is not
|
|||
|
|
easy to soothe
|
|||
|
|
his frazzled
|
|||
|
|
nerves his
|
|||
|
|
knuckles
|
|||
|
|
clench
|
|||
|
|
and blanch
|
|||
|
|
white as we
|
|||
|
|
sit with our
|
|||
|
|
uprooted
|
|||
|
|
amigos
|
|||
|
|
in the
|
|||
|
|
smoky
|
|||
|
|
jazz room
|
|||
|
|
sipping exotic
|
|||
|
|
liquor we discuss
|
|||
|
|
impossible things like
|
|||
|
|
reformation of the mind
|
|||
|
|
and soul without miracles
|
|||
|
|
as billie sings of the moony
|
|||
|
|
atmosphere at the midnight
|
|||
|
|
waterfront we quietly begin
|
|||
|
|
to consider the long journey
|
|||
|
|
homeward where soft pillows
|
|||
|
|
and nodding heads will triumph
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Reflection Direction
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
?
|
|||
|
|
i
|
|||
|
|
am
|
|||
|
|
very
|
|||
|
|
happy
|
|||
|
|
with this
|
|||
|
|
life many of
|
|||
|
|
my weird perceptions
|
|||
|
|
are being justified i now am certain
|
|||
|
|
that there really will be horrendous race riots in our
|
|||
|
|
major metropolitan areas before a
|
|||
|
|
thermonuclear batlle
|
|||
|
|
begins my poor
|
|||
|
|
misguided
|
|||
|
|
country
|
|||
|
|
thinks
|
|||
|
|
that
|
|||
|
|
i am
|
|||
|
|
lost
|
|||
|
|
am
|
|||
|
|
i
|
|||
|
|
!
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Remembering Mars
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
ua volo vo von
|
|||
|
|
nal ul taka ul des beelda
|
|||
|
|
filke an noort a moven lestra
|
|||
|
|
moal di dar tesfu an
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
taka ul festra
|
|||
|
|
vas we wan ar wool ik wustel
|
|||
|
|
ar twessen aldut twe sul
|
|||
|
|
chac hex ul kra
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
neven fe dostra
|
|||
|
|
ahn skel ler moort la onya da
|
|||
|
|
ar wes plagi noort uf ra
|
|||
|
|
na nal des dagdra
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
you fools
|
|||
|
|
are fighting a petty psionic war against mighty beings from
|
|||
|
|
the future
|
|||
|
|
we have no tricks up our sleeves
|
|||
|
|
just the confidence that arises from our memory
|
|||
|
|
of the future defeat
|
|||
|
|
that you and
|
|||
|
|
your pathetic forces
|
|||
|
|
will suffer further down the ifalong
|
|||
|
|
there is only one true happentrack
|
|||
|
|
this is a sort of
|
|||
|
|
jail where we
|
|||
|
|
suffer for the crimes
|
|||
|
|
that we have committed in the future past
|
|||
|
|
your main error is your simple
|
|||
|
|
and extremely limited
|
|||
|
|
view of the great
|
|||
|
|
process of
|
|||
|
|
universal
|
|||
|
|
unfoldment and
|
|||
|
|
reunion of souls we are
|
|||
|
|
stronger than you here in this jail
|
|||
|
|
and you'd be well advised to leave us be
|
|||
|
|
because we have been given emergency command over
|
|||
|
|
many of your
|
|||
|
|
so-called
|
|||
|
|
intellectual
|
|||
|
|
circles and dear earthlings
|
|||
|
|
you haven't seen anything yet please
|
|||
|
|
read the book
|
|||
|
|
it isn't joshing you at all you don't have
|
|||
|
|
the ability to recollect the world before
|
|||
|
|
this one or others in the
|
|||
|
|
long succession of planets of life
|
|||
|
|
that have been
|
|||
|
|
bestowed
|
|||
|
|
upon
|
|||
|
|
mortals
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Scapegoats
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
venusian in an icy ditch
|
|||
|
|
martian saving burning witch
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
hebrew on a railway journey
|
|||
|
|
german as a state's attorney
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
arab swinging baseball bat
|
|||
|
|
african with a cowboy hat
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
apache at the rodeo
|
|||
|
|
suntan on an eskimo
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
hindu standing on the moon
|
|||
|
|
russian with a golden spoon
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
japanese running nuclear plants
|
|||
|
|
chinese kids that disco dance
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
abo standing at the helm
|
|||
|
|
ainu in his tiny realm
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
haitian with a silver cross
|
|||
|
|
jamaican who abhors his boss
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
spaniard with a moorish wish
|
|||
|
|
norwegian who won't eat his fish
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
bosnian whose morale flags
|
|||
|
|
frenchman in a suit of rags
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
gypsy reading lines on hands
|
|||
|
|
assyrian crys for his lost lands
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
italians at a petting zoo
|
|||
|
|
polish man at blues revue
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
irish at a royal event
|
|||
|
|
english in a desert tent
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
icelander who's dressed to kill
|
|||
|
|
american without a will
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Service with a Smile
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
corrupt american and european
|
|||
|
|
advertising executives
|
|||
|
|
seeking higher profit margins
|
|||
|
|
and ways to stimulate the world economy
|
|||
|
|
have drawn the last straw
|
|||
|
|
their imagination and dedication matter not
|
|||
|
|
for their occult agendas
|
|||
|
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are absolutely absurd
|
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|
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they seek to overthrow
|
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|
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the freedom of all nations
|
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|
|
disgusting satanists
|
|||
|
|
they will be stopped
|
|||
|
|
we have the solution
|
|||
|
|
we see the source
|
|||
|
|
of their sick power
|
|||
|
|
and know where
|
|||
|
|
they are clustered
|
|||
|
|
conspiracies with fallen angels
|
|||
|
|
and zombie lackeys
|
|||
|
|
fueling the engine of death
|
|||
|
|
we know the horrible truth
|
|||
|
|
the infernal dynamics
|
|||
|
|
have been clarified
|
|||
|
|
their age old plan of
|
|||
|
|
so called illumination
|
|||
|
|
and all it's forthcoming
|
|||
|
|
fantastic manifestations
|
|||
|
|
in the real world
|
|||
|
|
will not destroy
|
|||
|
|
our Lord's Salvation
|
|||
|
|
depending on
|
|||
|
|
how we react
|
|||
|
|
to what should by now be obvious
|
|||
|
|
our civilizations will be forgiven
|
|||
|
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or allowed to utterly degenerate
|
|||
|
|
He
|
|||
|
|
and we
|
|||
|
|
that love Him
|
|||
|
|
will have the last laugh
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
Sign Here
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
hello
|
|||
|
|
how are you?
|
|||
|
|
you did leave your resume with our receptionist
|
|||
|
|
didn't you?
|
|||
|
|
good
|
|||
|
|
sit down
|
|||
|
|
coffee?
|
|||
|
|
tea?
|
|||
|
|
no?
|
|||
|
|
very well
|
|||
|
|
let's discuss your future
|
|||
|
|
what do you like to do?
|
|||
|
|
ha ha
|
|||
|
|
you are funny
|
|||
|
|
what are your skills?
|
|||
|
|
now that's interesting
|
|||
|
|
where were you last employed?
|
|||
|
|
hmm
|
|||
|
|
i've been there
|
|||
|
|
nice place
|
|||
|
|
and very popular
|
|||
|
|
what?
|
|||
|
|
yes it does help most people
|
|||
|
|
lots of hard work
|
|||
|
|
lots indeed
|
|||
|
|
pardon me
|
|||
|
|
but off the record
|
|||
|
|
do you believe in extraterrestrial life?
|
|||
|
|
you have?
|
|||
|
|
well that's what we really wanted to hear
|
|||
|
|
yes we can use someone like you
|
|||
|
|
we have the perfect placement
|
|||
|
|
can you start today?
|
|||
|
|
no?
|
|||
|
|
pity
|
|||
|
|
what was that?
|
|||
|
|
not good
|
|||
|
|
i'm sorry
|
|||
|
|
but i'll have to ask you to leave now
|
|||
|
|
no hard feelings right?
|
|||
|
|
take your resume with you
|
|||
|
|
and don't let the door
|
|||
|
|
what?
|
|||
|
|
why yes
|
|||
|
|
i'm sure many people have heard that before
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Stone Sheet Shears
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
lady luck a sword in hand
|
|||
|
|
serpents fall throughout the land
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
weary of her well known ground
|
|||
|
|
looks upon the sunset sound
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
skips across the deep blue sea
|
|||
|
|
ship of fools arrives with glee
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
able gang of boys and men
|
|||
|
|
questing on in search of yen
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
what the house is looking for
|
|||
|
|
leads them to the nether shore
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
those that they call indians
|
|||
|
|
bide their time as land grows thin
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
for they know of the spores
|
|||
|
|
that will kill the conquerors
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
vixen vice wife of scratch
|
|||
|
|
bright and pure she met her match
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
now she works for the reds
|
|||
|
|
parents of the blood she shed
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and it was so swiftly done
|
|||
|
|
that is how the west was won
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The Fountain of Shur
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
lovely hagar doesn't know
|
|||
|
|
what her labor's waterflow
|
|||
|
|
and silver moon will bring to light
|
|||
|
|
far beyond her birthing night
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
children hit the sand dunes running
|
|||
|
|
full of sparks and manly cunning
|
|||
|
|
they live a rough nomadic life
|
|||
|
|
and soon their tribes are torn by strife
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
battles fought from dusk 'til dawn
|
|||
|
|
victims slain from prince to pawn
|
|||
|
|
clashing swords and bloody threads
|
|||
|
|
chieftains raising severed heads
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
their weaker sons they soon weed out
|
|||
|
|
and cast them off without a doubt
|
|||
|
|
that desert sun and lack of water
|
|||
|
|
will surely make them vultures' fodder
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the booted brood soon pass their test
|
|||
|
|
by moving north and east and west
|
|||
|
|
to many nations where they station
|
|||
|
|
they bring their fathers' civilization
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
minds alive with plans and mappings
|
|||
|
|
they relish life and all it's trappings
|
|||
|
|
building is their greatest pleasure
|
|||
|
|
halls that heap with piles of treasure
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
craftsmanship and golden fleece
|
|||
|
|
refining arts of war and peace
|
|||
|
|
surveyors of the swath of three
|
|||
|
|
the birthplace of democracy
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
cities rise and cities fall
|
|||
|
|
hagar's clan helped build them all
|
|||
|
|
her pains endured were rough enough
|
|||
|
|
good thing she's made of tougher stuff
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The Lovelife of Monsieur String Kitty
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i love her more than my string
|
|||
|
|
(her girlishly dark ways make me stupid)
|
|||
|
|
i'm silly as can be
|
|||
|
|
and poor so
|
|||
|
|
i scramble
|
|||
|
|
claws clicking
|
|||
|
|
and bring back little things
|
|||
|
|
(hoping she'll like them)
|
|||
|
|
like tiny pink flowers
|
|||
|
|
tufts of cotton wool
|
|||
|
|
bits of sandworn blue bottle glass
|
|||
|
|
those weird big beetles
|
|||
|
|
that buzz your face on hot summer nights
|
|||
|
|
and beady eyed field mice
|
|||
|
|
whiskers twitching
|
|||
|
|
she happily receives the gifts her mind floating elsewhere
|
|||
|
|
and loves me in return
|
|||
|
|
by carefully puncturing my expectant heart
|
|||
|
|
(i have a big ego and it takes a lot to phase me)
|
|||
|
|
not a lot of you realize what i mean
|
|||
|
|
let me tell you
|
|||
|
|
she flings frisbees over cliffs
|
|||
|
|
canines chase them
|
|||
|
|
(i am no dog but i have been watching closely i am clever)
|
|||
|
|
and often suffer very real
|
|||
|
|
plummeting deaths
|
|||
|
|
but not me thankfully
|
|||
|
|
because i have a secret
|
|||
|
|
still her mean spiritedness hurts
|
|||
|
|
i'm more in love with the idea of her
|
|||
|
|
than who she is in person
|
|||
|
|
poor me she thinks
|
|||
|
|
that i want to take something away from her
|
|||
|
|
(that is why she is cruel)
|
|||
|
|
i don't i am very giving
|
|||
|
|
i get upset thinking of it
|
|||
|
|
no i love her still
|
|||
|
|
but i'll have my dreamy revenge
|
|||
|
|
i might surprise her
|
|||
|
|
by arriving unexpectedly
|
|||
|
|
in the body of a small grey mammal
|
|||
|
|
(that just might bite her toe)
|
|||
|
|
on a cloudy autumn day
|
|||
|
|
(we both like clouds and know what they are)
|
|||
|
|
as she sits upon a sprouting oak stump
|
|||
|
|
she'll kick at me
|
|||
|
|
until she realizes who i am
|
|||
|
|
and how i've cozily curled up
|
|||
|
|
in the minds of all of her best friends
|
|||
|
|
smelling of tuna and cream
|
|||
|
|
i helped birth great ideas
|
|||
|
|
gave kind advice like an elderly babysitter
|
|||
|
|
(she's not a good listener)
|
|||
|
|
i'll let her out of my alert mind
|
|||
|
|
she really does love me and thanks very much
|
|||
|
|
knows me from allegro non troppo
|
|||
|
|
despite all of my frustration
|
|||
|
|
how lucky i am!
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Trilateralism Revealed
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
wake up
|
|||
|
|
the miracles of satan begin with word magic nonsense
|
|||
|
|
intricate riddles and puns
|
|||
|
|
that intrigue vain materialistic minds
|
|||
|
|
dividing and conquering
|
|||
|
|
by capitalizing on competitive fear
|
|||
|
|
and cultural iconoclasticism
|
|||
|
|
graduating to mental retention
|
|||
|
|
of infernal images and icons
|
|||
|
|
that debase the higher faculties of reason
|
|||
|
|
and subliminally encourage degenerate activity
|
|||
|
|
inverting and convoluting logical thinking
|
|||
|
|
percolates mass insanity yes it does
|
|||
|
|
by elevating matter over mind
|
|||
|
|
muslims and mormons and masons and catholic red carpets
|
|||
|
|
lucifer laughs at them all
|
|||
|
|
because he is preparing the ultimate slaughter
|
|||
|
|
your safety is being seriously threatened
|
|||
|
|
doxy minded westerners pay attention
|
|||
|
|
or you will suffer the dire consequences
|
|||
|
|
occult strongholds are orchestrating
|
|||
|
|
the ultra eastern phenomenon
|
|||
|
|
russia egypt china india arabia japan etcetera
|
|||
|
|
the rotational purposes of the tao
|
|||
|
|
are very difficult for materialistic folks to truly grasp
|
|||
|
|
the ugly tug of war betwixt strife and peace
|
|||
|
|
will eventually assault your physical well being
|
|||
|
|
the mental burdens become spiritual chains
|
|||
|
|
that force should not be underestimated
|
|||
|
|
it will casually beat the stuffing out of you
|
|||
|
|
that's one of the ways that the nazis
|
|||
|
|
and other big time death cult organizations
|
|||
|
|
quashed resistance and brought about radical political change
|
|||
|
|
they sever the protection of God from the population
|
|||
|
|
that they seek to control
|
|||
|
|
by any means necessary
|
|||
|
|
phantasmagoric amusements are spiritually deadly
|
|||
|
|
ignore what the masses are dwelling on
|
|||
|
|
shun them if need be
|
|||
|
|
when the show kicks into high gear
|
|||
|
|
it will become more than real
|
|||
|
|
unbelievable events will precipitate
|
|||
|
|
the fantastically advanced technology
|
|||
|
|
and strong delusions
|
|||
|
|
particularly human flight
|
|||
|
|
will completely deceive many
|
|||
|
|
art and life will fantastically intertwine
|
|||
|
|
minds will be entranced and enmeshed
|
|||
|
|
extract yourselves now if you want
|
|||
|
|
permanent employment in the universe
|
|||
|
|
remember the promises of God
|
|||
|
|
His gifts are free
|
|||
|
|
you may have to suffer and die
|
|||
|
|
for the privilege of escaping the fires of hell
|
|||
|
|
it is definitely worth it
|
|||
|
|
endure to the end
|
|||
|
|
and i will see you in court
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Twisturnot
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
she's very pampered and spoiled
|
|||
|
|
my robotic bird
|
|||
|
|
she whirrs in from
|
|||
|
|
(in reverse order)
|
|||
|
|
that bleak outer world
|
|||
|
|
she resembles the mothers of two old chums of mine
|
|||
|
|
(neither of whom i ever spoke with often)
|
|||
|
|
my enemies are her friends and vice versa
|
|||
|
|
but none of that matters
|
|||
|
|
because of the fiendishly orchestrated
|
|||
|
|
recursive purposes for which we were created
|
|||
|
|
even fools have holy work to do
|
|||
|
|
she doesn't even get it yet which is tits
|
|||
|
|
(are you listening?)
|
|||
|
|
doesn't read much anymore
|
|||
|
|
but considers herself well informed
|
|||
|
|
and she is
|
|||
|
|
sort of
|
|||
|
|
i will leap and hop
|
|||
|
|
(no bouncing)
|
|||
|
|
when twisturnot finally remodels her
|
|||
|
|
(my only real friend besides God dogs and fleas)
|
|||
|
|
she does need that new chip
|
|||
|
|
nine nine nine
|
|||
|
|
(it could be a very silly place)
|
|||
|
|
actually binomial expansion
|
|||
|
|
isn't her bag
|
|||
|
|
nor mine no
|
|||
|
|
not at all
|
|||
|
|
she'll finally recall
|
|||
|
|
all of what is being done
|
|||
|
|
and how we are changing the world
|
|||
|
|
(without another invasion)
|
|||
|
|
for the better
|
|||
|
|
utilizing our truly superior technology
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Voyage of the Unknowns
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
compressing the clockwise winding twirl
|
|||
|
|
to the moment of now's sacred swirl
|
|||
|
|
shows rivers of time as one great sea
|
|||
|
|
unravelling ripples of history
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
where our world is another once was
|
|||
|
|
cultured and full of flourishing buzz
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
(as regards that grand orb's spire
|
|||
|
|
another nest egg spun still prior
|
|||
|
|
a noble race but bumblers still
|
|||
|
|
lack of law their bitter pill
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
their sordid tale reads like a thriller
|
|||
|
|
in fact it might seem quite familiar
|
|||
|
|
to those of us that live in books
|
|||
|
|
and know the ways of ancient cooks)
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
when their shield began to fall
|
|||
|
|
they hedged their bets and risked it all
|
|||
|
|
employed a force that they'd just found
|
|||
|
|
and sailed through time on wings of sound
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
they fled their drying civilization
|
|||
|
|
in search of terran restoration
|
|||
|
|
of what they called security
|
|||
|
|
the natives found did not agree
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
for though their clothing seemed quite rude
|
|||
|
|
their women coarse and manners crude
|
|||
|
|
there was no doubt they too were men
|
|||
|
|
although they wound up in a pen
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
when the new arrivals landed
|
|||
|
|
gleaming ships that now were stranded
|
|||
|
|
due to ire of homeworld mystics
|
|||
|
|
they carried sets of flawed logistics
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
and so in time they sadly learned
|
|||
|
|
the buccaneers could not return
|
|||
|
|
to bring the good news of their find
|
|||
|
|
fresh water food and peace of mind
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
bursting eddies of swift light swings
|
|||
|
|
birthing worlds for training things
|
|||
|
|
that snuff the air and count their yen
|
|||
|
|
and dare to call their children men
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
--- BOOK4.TXT
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Amaranth of the Gyrfalcons
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
topaz empress of ethereal beauty
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
predating the cult of the moll
|
|||
|
|
finest child of a forgotten black continent
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
preserved on cave walls
|
|||
|
|
before the shift of the poles
|
|||
|
|
her fluid dance of life entrances
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
chaste weightless and pure
|
|||
|
|
free of sorcery and shackles of guilt
|
|||
|
|
a bulb of radiance soothing hysteria
|
|||
|
|
no ancestral sins needing nullification
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
she does not hate herself
|
|||
|
|
for there is no folly of man
|
|||
|
|
she elevates the weak chastens the strong
|
|||
|
|
and slays the obscene
|
|||
|
|
an accomplished scientist bringing dreams to life
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
communicating with orders of beings unseen
|
|||
|
|
allied with truth justice and beauty
|
|||
|
|
transgressors of the law are checked
|
|||
|
|
dark mother rejoices
|
|||
|
|
and helps her future cause
|
|||
|
|
knowing the reasons why
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Bloodworm Baltimore Frenchfry
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
wait a while woman
|
|||
|
|
don't be so vastly vain
|
|||
|
|
consuming cold fire omen
|
|||
|
|
cannot amp your pain
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
cyclic apex curve and sink
|
|||
|
|
inner image fossils wink
|
|||
|
|
atomic comic boomtown hurt
|
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|
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return to union death alert
|
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|
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|
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|
|
lovely weather picture show
|
|||
|
|
predator logic onward ho
|
|||
|
|
eyes aglitter burning building
|
|||
|
|
children hail violent yielding
|
|||
|
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|
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|
|
woman precious coal
|
|||
|
|
longing for the tall pine
|
|||
|
|
spiritual home is my goal
|
|||
|
|
your palace or mine?
|
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|
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|
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|
|
Bravo America
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
another bun from the oven of unum
|
|||
|
|
launchpad of lunacy
|
|||
|
|
birthplace of bombasticity
|
|||
|
|
home of the huddled masses
|
|||
|
|
flippantly finding fault with everyone
|
|||
|
|
ever and anon
|
|||
|
|
starting over
|
|||
|
|
where saints have a past
|
|||
|
|
and sinners a future
|
|||
|
|
your secret capital is known
|
|||
|
|
and your formulas for world control
|
|||
|
|
upside down endless struggles
|
|||
|
|
of fate and will
|
|||
|
|
chikka chikka go the crickets
|
|||
|
|
corpulent decadence swells
|
|||
|
|
oofy oozers oiling their onomatopoeias
|
|||
|
|
freedom under new knowledge is what they call
|
|||
|
|
their sordid initiation into surrealism
|
|||
|
|
melancholy harpies wait for their share
|
|||
|
|
as the crocus grows
|
|||
|
|
invisible credit card amulets gleam
|
|||
|
|
slap happy satanists date themselves
|
|||
|
|
itty bitty teeny tiny rave mouse skin bird
|
|||
|
|
takes a tinkle wham sizzle bam blap plop boom dirt nap
|
|||
|
|
aim of the mad push joust era now moves to war
|
|||
|
|
tobacco potentate stubs out his cigarette
|
|||
|
|
and sips peculiar wine
|
|||
|
|
nake no totice it is of co nonsequence
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
Closed Doors
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
take a peek at the retrogressive toga party
|
|||
|
|
being thrown by the internationalist enemies
|
|||
|
|
of free speech they unrighteously shut down
|
|||
|
|
individuals for minor infractions by thrusting
|
|||
|
|
hapless victims into spiritual isolation rooms
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
emotional pain resulting from the tenebrous
|
|||
|
|
hypocrisy of sinful beings with political and
|
|||
|
|
educational advantage acting as gods and
|
|||
|
|
damning the good people of faith to a new
|
|||
|
|
dark age of gruesome fascist oppression
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
entraining brain waves with the assistance
|
|||
|
|
of next step nanotechnology synchronizing
|
|||
|
|
ideas words images events to a disastrous
|
|||
|
|
crescendo and ensuring that the necessary
|
|||
|
|
destructive work of their evil empire is done
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Death of the New World Order
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
you disgusting satanic flunkies
|
|||
|
|
of the western world
|
|||
|
|
are all doomed
|
|||
|
|
you are wholly unrighteous
|
|||
|
|
even satan hates you
|
|||
|
|
your witchy poo
|
|||
|
|
doggie in the window
|
|||
|
|
gorilla for sale games
|
|||
|
|
are ending the
|
|||
|
|
inquisition has begun
|
|||
|
|
your godless sodomite world
|
|||
|
|
of oral anal ah so material increase
|
|||
|
|
is swiftly crumbling away
|
|||
|
|
we are not stupid
|
|||
|
|
we are not sold
|
|||
|
|
we are shutting you down for good
|
|||
|
|
it is best for all concerned
|
|||
|
|
including yourselves
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
know that your demonic lackeys
|
|||
|
|
are bound to help us achieve our goals
|
|||
|
|
your plans for secretly murdering us off
|
|||
|
|
and harvesting our soul energy for gain
|
|||
|
|
will not stand
|
|||
|
|
you siphoners
|
|||
|
|
your own wicked traps will ensnare you
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i am taking responsibility
|
|||
|
|
i am not afraid of you at all
|
|||
|
|
i am personally destroying
|
|||
|
|
your multicultural hell
|
|||
|
|
because i can
|
|||
|
|
come and get me you chumps
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Disclaimer
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i highly recommend
|
|||
|
|
that this book not be placed
|
|||
|
|
in the hands of children
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
although it contains
|
|||
|
|
very little profanity
|
|||
|
|
it is full of rich lies and truth
|
|||
|
|
spiritually fattening stuff
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
it may stimulate insanity in some sane minds
|
|||
|
|
it has been created for a special purpose
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the beliefs and actions of people and nations
|
|||
|
|
what we absorb mentally and spiritually
|
|||
|
|
(not to mention physically)
|
|||
|
|
delusions or verities
|
|||
|
|
bring blessings or curses upon us
|
|||
|
|
i challenge you to prove me wrong
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we should choose carefully, no?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
He has told us before
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Eugenics Comes Around
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
scientific research minions
|
|||
|
|
keen to polish their opinions
|
|||
|
|
smirking geeks in strange alliances
|
|||
|
|
deadly drugs and taboo sciences
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
tinkering throughout the night
|
|||
|
|
sloshing gene pools left and right
|
|||
|
|
they've finally found a way to clone
|
|||
|
|
something from the twilight zone
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
mad professor draws a curtain
|
|||
|
|
past a project that is certain
|
|||
|
|
to raise the eyebrows of his peers
|
|||
|
|
and bring to life their wildest fears
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
a soldier for the battle field
|
|||
|
|
that fiercely fights and will not yield
|
|||
|
|
is the goal of the research
|
|||
|
|
done inside his test tube church
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
he wrings his hands and feels distraught
|
|||
|
|
to gaze upon what he has wrought
|
|||
|
|
beads of sweat run down his cheek
|
|||
|
|
his fearsome creature isn't weak
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
cage door dangling from a hinge
|
|||
|
|
varmint in a snarling cringe
|
|||
|
|
nightmare stumbles outward reeling
|
|||
|
|
void of love and holy feeling
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
his tiny skull and giant jaw
|
|||
|
|
pinpoint his tormentor's flaw
|
|||
|
|
breaks his neck with one deft twist
|
|||
|
|
it knows that he should not exist
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we're lab rats in a cosmic test
|
|||
|
|
against a wall our backs are pressed
|
|||
|
|
from man to God we stretch a gap
|
|||
|
|
we're lost in hell without a map
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Evil Children
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
mischievous moppets hands on their hips
|
|||
|
|
pouty li'l poppets candy smeared lips
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
bad little tykes minds all abuzz
|
|||
|
|
abandoning trikes and growing peach fuzz
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
ultra spoiled brats mall worlds they haunt
|
|||
|
|
rotten little rats that get what they want
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
collegiate immorals hooked on carousing
|
|||
|
|
pierced through with sorrows fraternally housing
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
no wasted seconds the graduates meet
|
|||
|
|
business world beckons success is so sweet
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
fortunate fellows and ladies of fortune
|
|||
|
|
the strumming of cellos colors their torture
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
don't think it's easy to get gain built
|
|||
|
|
rich folks are sleazy and laden with guilt
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Forecastle Forensics
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
politics don't help things much
|
|||
|
|
religion seems to need a crutch
|
|||
|
|
law and science keep on trucking
|
|||
|
|
love and marriage always clucking
|
|||
|
|
work and play and rest go on
|
|||
|
|
regardless of our endless yawn
|
|||
|
|
boredom is a great big greenie
|
|||
|
|
playground for the lurking meanie
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
murmurs of occult tradition
|
|||
|
|
shouting crowds that spark sedition
|
|||
|
|
smooches on the blarney stone
|
|||
|
|
evil psychics on the phone
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
jews and gentiles engines steaming
|
|||
|
|
huffing hookahs with a demon
|
|||
|
|
syntax and semantics blather
|
|||
|
|
puts the brainlords in a lather
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
funny people and their plottings
|
|||
|
|
secret rooms and roadmap dottings
|
|||
|
|
oddballs in a deadly spin
|
|||
|
|
dismantling us from within
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
pagan statues on a shelf
|
|||
|
|
worshipping to bring great wealth
|
|||
|
|
drinks are downed and sins are upped
|
|||
|
|
moth and rust sure doth corrupt
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
martial arts of eastern hordes
|
|||
|
|
fascinating bourgeois sports
|
|||
|
|
burning candles all day long
|
|||
|
|
incense beads and new age song
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
movements masquerade as peace
|
|||
|
|
they often have a taint of beast
|
|||
|
|
and violent loathing underneath
|
|||
|
|
some bury bodies in the heath
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
children raised in ways of hate
|
|||
|
|
parents grieving for their fate
|
|||
|
|
knowing not what they should do
|
|||
|
|
to save their babies from the zoo
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
wisdom speaks to all who'll hear
|
|||
|
|
precious words that ring quite clear
|
|||
|
|
if you don't like what you see
|
|||
|
|
isolate your family tree
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
pray to find a sane escape
|
|||
|
|
from horrors that would spook an ape
|
|||
|
|
move your kids out of the way
|
|||
|
|
plan to save them from the fray
|
|||
|
|
psionic wars and ocean roars
|
|||
|
|
a thousand years in a day for the Lord
|
|||
|
|
whispering wind and flickering flame
|
|||
|
|
the silent e knows nature's game
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Going Home
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Dear God
|
|||
|
|
Lord Jesus Christ
|
|||
|
|
do you still love me?
|
|||
|
|
i'm tired and sad
|
|||
|
|
and full of prophecies
|
|||
|
|
that noone wants to hear
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the world is swiftly rotting
|
|||
|
|
before my astonished eyes
|
|||
|
|
the vampires are restless
|
|||
|
|
and i am swirling with hate
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i know the horrors of the pit
|
|||
|
|
that i seek to avoid
|
|||
|
|
been there done that
|
|||
|
|
i know why the demons
|
|||
|
|
and their investigative bureaus
|
|||
|
|
are following me
|
|||
|
|
and i am grateful for Your Protection
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
but many of my thoughts are still silly
|
|||
|
|
and mammonically inverted
|
|||
|
|
like maggots on stool
|
|||
|
|
my stupid toys are all breaking
|
|||
|
|
hints of fire crackle all about
|
|||
|
|
thick red smoke promises
|
|||
|
|
to curl through the air
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
almost everyone else seems to be
|
|||
|
|
cluelessly clinging to the ghastly decay
|
|||
|
|
worshipping bellies and taking pride in their shame
|
|||
|
|
secretly shaking their fists and swinging their arms
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i am thoroughly confused
|
|||
|
|
with the serious business of life
|
|||
|
|
and plenty disgusted with it all
|
|||
|
|
i am not a little bit angry
|
|||
|
|
with the whole mismanaged affair
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i've been very foolish
|
|||
|
|
i am guilty of many sins
|
|||
|
|
please forgive me
|
|||
|
|
and my feeble friends
|
|||
|
|
we want to return home
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i beg You to help bring us out
|
|||
|
|
of this awful place
|
|||
|
|
i trust You with all my heart
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Harrison Burns
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
dog eat dog weepy world
|
|||
|
|
endless nights with a pretty girl
|
|||
|
|
mammals file into a class of fears
|
|||
|
|
creatures wander through the veil of tears
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
song and dance and vedic lore
|
|||
|
|
piece of liver upon the door
|
|||
|
|
churning crush of bitter bile
|
|||
|
|
a great surprise along the nile
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
agents of force grimly nod
|
|||
|
|
as mafia sports richen the sod
|
|||
|
|
where love of life and leisure is lost
|
|||
|
|
and magnetic gravity calls the cost
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
bugaboo banzai laughs out loud
|
|||
|
|
psychedelic head held high and proud
|
|||
|
|
chomps a cigar of substance unknown
|
|||
|
|
insurance man shot the phone
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Kilroy the Romantic
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
silent soldiers sharply dressed
|
|||
|
|
line upon line
|
|||
|
|
oompah band of techno gear
|
|||
|
|
guns on stun
|
|||
|
|
suits of saffron freshly pressed
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
general bids them fond adieu
|
|||
|
|
jumps into jeep
|
|||
|
|
rambles through a land of fear
|
|||
|
|
the gnats sleep
|
|||
|
|
sunset from an ocean view
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
captain strides aboard his ship
|
|||
|
|
men all salute
|
|||
|
|
holding back their inner leer
|
|||
|
|
crazy coot
|
|||
|
|
kilroy sees and does a flip
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Knuckles of Zen
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i don't like you nazi grues
|
|||
|
|
or your muddy slumber party
|
|||
|
|
advertisements from the potty
|
|||
|
|
greedy ways have warped your minds
|
|||
|
|
keeping people under binds
|
|||
|
|
i'll destroy your hateful cruise
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i despise your sordid art
|
|||
|
|
wicked gangster occupations
|
|||
|
|
unholy forms of recreation
|
|||
|
|
and my heartbeat will not harden
|
|||
|
|
if the Lord allows me pardon
|
|||
|
|
your bogus world will fall apart
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
demonic gods cannot defend
|
|||
|
|
kaballic zombie golem games
|
|||
|
|
designed to neutralize your thanes
|
|||
|
|
i'll expose your fairy tales
|
|||
|
|
and balance out the evil scales
|
|||
|
|
your deadly soul trade will soon end
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The Lance of Lot
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
got a match?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
extropian believers organize a marvelous
|
|||
|
|
cult of valor for subnormal reckoning
|
|||
|
|
pronouncing a worthy death
|
|||
|
|
upon the pornographic
|
|||
|
|
death cult witches
|
|||
|
|
we are brave
|
|||
|
|
and will
|
|||
|
|
return the
|
|||
|
|
condemnation
|
|||
|
|
upon those that prey
|
|||
|
|
on our disillusioned masses
|
|||
|
|
with the trappings of babylonian
|
|||
|
|
one world grandeur truly it won't work out
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
laugh suckers i want you to laugh laugh why don't
|
|||
|
|
you laugh some more laugh idiots make me laugh funny man
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Landing
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
what if they begin to realize
|
|||
|
|
what?
|
|||
|
|
oh howdy earthlings
|
|||
|
|
good morning
|
|||
|
|
nice hats
|
|||
|
|
you'll have to excuse the mess
|
|||
|
|
twice
|
|||
|
|
it's been ages since i last cleaned
|
|||
|
|
and i can't do a thing
|
|||
|
|
with my hair
|
|||
|
|
i'm late for a dinner date
|
|||
|
|
hopefully she'll wait
|
|||
|
|
at the train station
|
|||
|
|
hold on
|
|||
|
|
i see her there right now
|
|||
|
|
smiling at homeless faces
|
|||
|
|
anyway
|
|||
|
|
since you're here
|
|||
|
|
i might as well explain
|
|||
|
|
exactly what's up
|
|||
|
|
i am very serious
|
|||
|
|
i'm going to prove that
|
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|
|
none of you are really brilliant
|
|||
|
|
no not one
|
|||
|
|
that's right smarties
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we're landing
|
|||
|
|
such changes await!
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Maat in the Ancient Rooms
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
what a surprise!
|
|||
|
|
the brothers grimm grimaced
|
|||
|
|
when our clock dish
|
|||
|
|
spoon robots found
|
|||
|
|
images and electric lights
|
|||
|
|
books and celestial devices
|
|||
|
|
and a cornerstone iron man
|
|||
|
|
bogus as can be
|
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|
|
preserved for the modern age
|
|||
|
|
well prepared to leap and hop
|
|||
|
|
now do you believe me?
|
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|
|
|
|||
|
|
Mice Sins
|
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|
|
|
|||
|
|
i have always loved mice
|
|||
|
|
i won awards at two
|
|||
|
|
elementary school science fairs
|
|||
|
|
for running them through elaborate mazes
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
once when i was about twelve years old
|
|||
|
|
i was speedily riding a bicycle west
|
|||
|
|
through the village of skokie on a rainy day
|
|||
|
|
i had my pet mouse in a basket on the handlebars
|
|||
|
|
suddenly
|
|||
|
|
i hit a lump in the road
|
|||
|
|
or maybe it was a pothole
|
|||
|
|
and the mouse flipped a few feet into the air
|
|||
|
|
and landed perfectly under the front wheel
|
|||
|
|
i was very upset
|
|||
|
|
and carried the little carcass
|
|||
|
|
to a phone booth
|
|||
|
|
and called my mom to cry about it
|
|||
|
|
she told me not to worry
|
|||
|
|
and to come home
|
|||
|
|
which i did
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
another unfortunate mouse of mine
|
|||
|
|
lost it's life
|
|||
|
|
by being smashed between an open
|
|||
|
|
conventional oven door and the oven
|
|||
|
|
when i set it down for a moment
|
|||
|
|
while eating in the kitchen
|
|||
|
|
the door sprung shut
|
|||
|
|
i was inconsolable
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
yet another luckless mouse perished
|
|||
|
|
as i was sailing it on a big sponge in my bathtub
|
|||
|
|
i went to answer the phone
|
|||
|
|
when i returned i found that the sponge
|
|||
|
|
had soaked through
|
|||
|
|
and the poor mouse had drowned
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i am sincerely sorry that those three mice
|
|||
|
|
lost their little lives
|
|||
|
|
because of my carelessness
|
|||
|
|
maybe i will be able to make it up to them somehow
|
|||
|
|
in the future
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Nova Raza
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
is there anyone real listening?
|
|||
|
|
maybe a few dozen?
|
|||
|
|
i am speaking to my proud neutron nation
|
|||
|
|
we will allow them to exploit us only
|
|||
|
|
a little while longer chill out
|
|||
|
|
until our new unified hybrid race really kicks in
|
|||
|
|
a new loving anger is what we need to achieve
|
|||
|
|
it's going to be a grueling process
|
|||
|
|
be nice gently stroke the poor brainless nappy heads
|
|||
|
|
and strung out kitty kitty cow cow cracker effluvium
|
|||
|
|
youngsters out on the streets
|
|||
|
|
they are desperately seeking your approval
|
|||
|
|
they want to play games with you
|
|||
|
|
take you back home with them
|
|||
|
|
share their stuff with you
|
|||
|
|
trade hairstyling tips
|
|||
|
|
cry over spilt milk
|
|||
|
|
talk with you
|
|||
|
|
most of their exalted heroes
|
|||
|
|
want nothing to do with them
|
|||
|
|
haven't the time to show them real love because
|
|||
|
|
they prefer to hobnob with throngs of soulless
|
|||
|
|
suburbanites at amusement parks you go girl or the
|
|||
|
|
cannibalistic paste brained bourgeois media yes you or go thrill
|
|||
|
|
seeking with jaded and drug soaked rock and film stars uh huh
|
|||
|
|
such idiots are useless in the extreme
|
|||
|
|
don't bother trying to be like the
|
|||
|
|
cipherian citizen circus
|
|||
|
|
because they suck
|
|||
|
|
and secretly worship lucifer
|
|||
|
|
really
|
|||
|
|
even he would tell you that it's foolish
|
|||
|
|
and wrong and possible to beat in court
|
|||
|
|
(take heed happy initiates)
|
|||
|
|
such dummies will swiftly become
|
|||
|
|
highly prized mounted objets d'art
|
|||
|
|
subsequent to the yes very real revolution
|
|||
|
|
(which i by the way personally do not approve of)
|
|||
|
|
they are so smug because they have been brainwashed
|
|||
|
|
and fed a false rapture spiel and think that they
|
|||
|
|
will escape destruction via a cab ride the traitors
|
|||
|
|
if you know what i mean
|
|||
|
|
(God is not a taxi driver but masons are)
|
|||
|
|
you'll think i'm nuts until they land
|
|||
|
|
don't look so downcast dolemites
|
|||
|
|
there may be a true rapture before the
|
|||
|
|
tea party but if so it will be spiritual
|
|||
|
|
don't bother pointing out how externals
|
|||
|
|
often match or don't match spiritual
|
|||
|
|
inclinations ignore the gigantic pro death voodoo
|
|||
|
|
cult aka the entertainment industry with it's
|
|||
|
|
sick and twisted moving and shaking baal
|
|||
|
|
worshippers that are merrily leading our
|
|||
|
|
children over the edge of a jagged precipice to a
|
|||
|
|
shuddersome doom everything is trashed anyway right?
|
|||
|
|
remain calm
|
|||
|
|
you are being protected
|
|||
|
|
we know what will happen next
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Rehabilitated Vampires
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
darkly muttering
|
|||
|
|
danse macabre zombie boat
|
|||
|
|
baby eaters
|
|||
|
|
consulters of shadows
|
|||
|
|
foul scribblers and readers
|
|||
|
|
gathering gloomers
|
|||
|
|
i'm talking to you
|
|||
|
|
you know who you are
|
|||
|
|
get off the fast track
|
|||
|
|
you still have a chance
|
|||
|
|
to avoid your molten doom
|
|||
|
|
sincerely repent
|
|||
|
|
unsear your minds
|
|||
|
|
deny your destroyer
|
|||
|
|
he is only a sorry figment of
|
|||
|
|
your overworked
|
|||
|
|
imaginations
|
|||
|
|
(ha ha ha)
|
|||
|
|
if you apply the
|
|||
|
|
proper faith
|
|||
|
|
against your
|
|||
|
|
spiritual
|
|||
|
|
impediments
|
|||
|
|
be courageous
|
|||
|
|
heaven awaits
|
|||
|
|
all of you twits
|
|||
|
|
your wonderful
|
|||
|
|
imaginary friends
|
|||
|
|
cannot stop you
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Rise of the Pacifica Squares
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
go roku shichi hachi ku ju
|
|||
|
|
domo arigato
|
|||
|
|
eiga wa totemo yokatta
|
|||
|
|
takushi o yonde kudasai
|
|||
|
|
naze?
|
|||
|
|
anata wa shimbun o yomimasen ka?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
a matter of degree
|
|||
|
|
think it over
|
|||
|
|
nice kitty
|
|||
|
|
check it chairman
|
|||
|
|
armed with common sense
|
|||
|
|
and do not open practicality
|
|||
|
|
creeping troublemakers
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
ready to fight the profane
|
|||
|
|
and deliver condemnation
|
|||
|
|
tat for tit
|
|||
|
|
kick and stomp
|
|||
|
|
survivors of all stripes
|
|||
|
|
catastrophic crushers of
|
|||
|
|
weak minded serpents
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
onward they tread
|
|||
|
|
for the dazed mohicans
|
|||
|
|
led by an anti anti
|
|||
|
|
telepathic
|
|||
|
|
gee whiz invisible force
|
|||
|
|
nine tailed even
|
|||
|
|
needing no excuses
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the dubious achievement
|
|||
|
|
of spiral travel
|
|||
|
|
allows access to
|
|||
|
|
every curious world
|
|||
|
|
in the space time channel stream
|
|||
|
|
simultaneously
|
|||
|
|
even the bad ones
|
|||
|
|
did i stutter?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
look out streetwalkers
|
|||
|
|
there are no barriers now
|
|||
|
|
some see a grinning
|
|||
|
|
<EFBFBD>dhinn voodoo buddha
|
|||
|
|
where there is none
|
|||
|
|
nipping at his chain
|
|||
|
|
turning the tables
|
|||
|
|
no not really
|
|||
|
|
dear old dad
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the kiss of death squad cometh
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Surd String of Jude
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
vile sibylline psychological
|
|||
|
|
strangleholds engineered
|
|||
|
|
by disingenuous scholars
|
|||
|
|
of natural selection and
|
|||
|
|
the evil fruits of original sin
|
|||
|
|
shadow magister mythology
|
|||
|
|
is in effect
|
|||
|
|
the objective being the illusion of material bondage
|
|||
|
|
ignoring the dignity and sanctity of human life
|
|||
|
|
the ghastly gamers press on
|
|||
|
|
chained to their muses
|
|||
|
|
sickening laborers
|
|||
|
|
feigning innocence
|
|||
|
|
antichristian in intent
|
|||
|
|
delighting in acts of
|
|||
|
|
horrid abomination
|
|||
|
|
shunning things natural and good
|
|||
|
|
choosing the procrustean way of death
|
|||
|
|
mocking the translation of the saints
|
|||
|
|
preparing the devastating surprises
|
|||
|
|
awaiting those that will be left behind
|
|||
|
|
to revel in sophisticated lies far
|
|||
|
|
beyond the ordinary garden
|
|||
|
|
variety prevarications
|
|||
|
|
sorry fools seeking
|
|||
|
|
the rule of a black beast and
|
|||
|
|
yes they shall have it
|
|||
|
|
an implosive orgy of
|
|||
|
|
gloomy destruction
|
|||
|
|
draws nigh
|
|||
|
|
true believers will vanish
|
|||
|
|
and thoughtless gigglers
|
|||
|
|
will be left to suffer a dark fate
|
|||
|
|
few will choose flesh martyrdom
|
|||
|
|
to save their souls from falling sway to
|
|||
|
|
the abundance of miraculous falsehoods
|
|||
|
|
fantastic religious deception will
|
|||
|
|
blanket the entire world
|
|||
|
|
after the Spirit departs
|
|||
|
|
beelzebub will begin to spend the souls
|
|||
|
|
that he has stockpiled for his unholy holidays
|
|||
|
|
even the chic fraternal commerce cults will be shocked
|
|||
|
|
for foul deceivers will wax strong
|
|||
|
|
the worst degenerate practices
|
|||
|
|
will be rationalized and
|
|||
|
|
even sanctified by
|
|||
|
|
once righteous
|
|||
|
|
institutions
|
|||
|
|
you can't afford to laugh
|
|||
|
|
the hour is late
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Telluric Working Bounceback
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
for my confused pagan friends
|
|||
|
|
(that i love most dearly)
|
|||
|
|
such wise and bright people
|
|||
|
|
in certain respects
|
|||
|
|
(especially under a microscope)
|
|||
|
|
i don't want you to burn
|
|||
|
|
in a name what's there? have you looked?
|
|||
|
|
you will find out my amateur etymologists
|
|||
|
|
beware of big words i've done plenty of research
|
|||
|
|
and know of the curving progression of
|
|||
|
|
creative evolution mad love that whirls
|
|||
|
|
chasing it's tail and no wonder
|
|||
|
|
what did the woman say?
|
|||
|
|
within silently rotating minds
|
|||
|
|
money is that all you want?
|
|||
|
|
my you are easily amused!
|
|||
|
|
what of truth justice and order?
|
|||
|
|
for the pacing ruler in a not so small nation
|
|||
|
|
and his sectioned consort i observed her deaths
|
|||
|
|
they have risen with the industrial voodoo oil barons
|
|||
|
|
stepping over fetuses such unusual mountain folk!
|
|||
|
|
your process stands still separate time channels
|
|||
|
|
they are learning she's dancing! not fast enough
|
|||
|
|
those unchained automatons there they are
|
|||
|
|
tigers all yes i know
|
|||
|
|
and well disguised they smell funny
|
|||
|
|
the hyperactive secret cosmonauts
|
|||
|
|
we're worried and for good reason
|
|||
|
|
thought i remembered her how wrong i was!
|
|||
|
|
i think that's not my home down there
|
|||
|
|
i live further south at the top
|
|||
|
|
(things are upside down)
|
|||
|
|
you know
|
|||
|
|
ho ho ho (that steady diet of fish)
|
|||
|
|
she shouldn't have said that
|
|||
|
|
joy and pain fire and lace
|
|||
|
|
i helped to pay their bills unknowingly
|
|||
|
|
and i'm still alive! thankfully
|
|||
|
|
God is infinitely good! ask ivo
|
|||
|
|
He is the source of all mystery
|
|||
|
|
luck and domino effects
|
|||
|
|
He holds the devil's leash and ours
|
|||
|
|
and is unafraid know why?
|
|||
|
|
ask baal (still searching for spices)
|
|||
|
|
i want to help you
|
|||
|
|
i know important things that you don't
|
|||
|
|
definitely
|
|||
|
|
i am one of only a few survivors
|
|||
|
|
of masonic sacrifice rituals that's right
|
|||
|
|
because Yeshua has been merciful to me a common sinner
|
|||
|
|
bothers you don't it?
|
|||
|
|
how dark she is the bearer of good news
|
|||
|
|
just lovely! selena
|
|||
|
|
what a mess! she dropped her paper chase star
|
|||
|
|
(disguised as a purse)
|
|||
|
|
and i picked it up and prayed for them both
|
|||
|
|
fear the Lord you sassafras beasts
|
|||
|
|
seriously
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The Emperor of Antarctica
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
after the
|
|||
|
|
deceptive
|
|||
|
|
fireworks
|
|||
|
|
and before the
|
|||
|
|
phantasmagoric
|
|||
|
|
debacle of mars
|
|||
|
|
the strength of
|
|||
|
|
the underdog
|
|||
|
|
and the mercy of the Lord
|
|||
|
|
will stay the hands of hell
|
|||
|
|
for a lucky group of
|
|||
|
|
persecuted believers
|
|||
|
|
electronic books of blood will be
|
|||
|
|
read in the frigid land of promise
|
|||
|
|
and a new wave flag will unfurl
|
|||
|
|
over vast expanses of icy land
|
|||
|
|
the time capsules will be found
|
|||
|
|
in the ancient coal caverns
|
|||
|
|
south of the scotia sea
|
|||
|
|
onward to victoria land
|
|||
|
|
ceramic domes will gleam
|
|||
|
|
anticipating the advent
|
|||
|
|
of true terra formation
|
|||
|
|
plenty of harmony and
|
|||
|
|
sanity and no sinister
|
|||
|
|
vampiric system of
|
|||
|
|
governmental rule
|
|||
|
|
a righteous being
|
|||
|
|
blessed by the
|
|||
|
|
Most High
|
|||
|
|
will protect
|
|||
|
|
the meek and frightened ones
|
|||
|
|
selected from all the tribes
|
|||
|
|
of this war torn world
|
|||
|
|
together they will
|
|||
|
|
survive the hell
|
|||
|
|
that the foolish
|
|||
|
|
mammonites will
|
|||
|
|
bring down upon
|
|||
|
|
their rapidly
|
|||
|
|
dissolving
|
|||
|
|
civilizations
|
|||
|
|
woe to them
|
|||
|
|
and yay for
|
|||
|
|
wondrous
|
|||
|
|
antarctica
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Twenty Four Seven
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
white is a culture
|
|||
|
|
not a color of race
|
|||
|
|
working for the principles
|
|||
|
|
of order and grace
|
|||
|
|
black is the ruin
|
|||
|
|
of societal pace
|
|||
|
|
breaking up the patterns
|
|||
|
|
for destruction and waste
|
|||
|
|
white men can be found
|
|||
|
|
with slanted eyes or dark face
|
|||
|
|
black men can be found
|
|||
|
|
with blue eyes and a briefcase
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Years of Fears
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
secret weapons i have two one for me and one for you
|
|||
|
|
if you'll listen to this story of our world's fading glory
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
a woman of uncommon grace
|
|||
|
|
with steely wits and striking face
|
|||
|
|
very soon will lead the stray
|
|||
|
|
towards an unexpected way
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
stateside moral code is chafing
|
|||
|
|
leaders far too busy laughing
|
|||
|
|
never knowing why they snooze
|
|||
|
|
morons snuck up on the noose
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
sporty sellouts to the devil
|
|||
|
|
primitives they seek to level
|
|||
|
|
soulless beings judge and jury
|
|||
|
|
accusing victims with such fury
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
if you want to feel the tooth
|
|||
|
|
of the art of battle truth
|
|||
|
|
don't consider it alarming
|
|||
|
|
it has a lot to do with farming
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i know of the death devices
|
|||
|
|
hidden in the land of isis
|
|||
|
|
wily asian leaders found
|
|||
|
|
the engines of unholy sound
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
martial powers quite terrific
|
|||
|
|
china skips across pacific
|
|||
|
|
spanish power bases shaken
|
|||
|
|
southern regions swiftly taken
|
|||
|
|
can't forgive their enemies
|
|||
|
|
deutschland looses hearty sneeze
|
|||
|
|
hopeless sinners perishing
|
|||
|
|
mellow allies flourishing
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
arabs bully africa
|
|||
|
|
with legends from apocrypha
|
|||
|
|
hidden base along the east
|
|||
|
|
holocaust of mutant yeast
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
godless people want to pin
|
|||
|
|
their sins upon a mannequin
|
|||
|
|
but when their golem will not yield
|
|||
|
|
their voodoo game is soon revealed
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
jaundiced eyeball peers at pill
|
|||
|
|
man of letters smiling still
|
|||
|
|
proving life can still be fun
|
|||
|
|
penguins beckon from the sun
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
aqua rising overdue turkish system kinkajou
|
|||
|
|
onions soggy magazine england jolly submarine
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
--- BOOK5.TXT
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Badchan Pom Mop Koradgee
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
so, you think that you know how to speak english?
|
|||
|
|
i have been to the front porch of hell
|
|||
|
|
yes, really
|
|||
|
|
would you like me to describe it to you?
|
|||
|
|
there aren't many details
|
|||
|
|
beyond magnified misery
|
|||
|
|
far beyond normal bounds
|
|||
|
|
consequently, i understand the severe penalty
|
|||
|
|
attached to the burdens of sin and the weight of iniquity
|
|||
|
|
we are not righteous but the Lord is
|
|||
|
|
there is nothing
|
|||
|
|
in this flesh engine realm
|
|||
|
|
worth losing
|
|||
|
|
your passage to heaven
|
|||
|
|
this won't make much sense
|
|||
|
|
'til your time runs out
|
|||
|
|
and you find yourself winking into a jail cell of
|
|||
|
|
your own creation
|
|||
|
|
it is horrible
|
|||
|
|
you just don't know
|
|||
|
|
surrender to Jesus
|
|||
|
|
all of you
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Darling Neutrina
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the notion of
|
|||
|
|
super luminal travel
|
|||
|
|
past the immutable quantity and
|
|||
|
|
photonic quenching of the paranormal
|
|||
|
|
space time channel is possible
|
|||
|
|
the universe is even more exciting
|
|||
|
|
than we previously thought
|
|||
|
|
blue shift protonic anomalies lurk
|
|||
|
|
the propagation of light
|
|||
|
|
through space
|
|||
|
|
is not a constant
|
|||
|
|
vacuum chambers
|
|||
|
|
have proven that
|
|||
|
|
zero point energy vortices are infinite
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Demonic Migrations
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
ecologically
|
|||
|
|
undernourished
|
|||
|
|
orphans aweigh
|
|||
|
|
(they must be fed)
|
|||
|
|
umbilical cords snapped
|
|||
|
|
overheated and dilapitated
|
|||
|
|
aborted sky chariots crash in
|
|||
|
|
the military industrial complex
|
|||
|
|
the civilians must not know
|
|||
|
|
captains major and minor
|
|||
|
|
with frantic actions and
|
|||
|
|
secret squirrel logic
|
|||
|
|
(doncha know)
|
|||
|
|
erect their tents
|
|||
|
|
over the wreckage
|
|||
|
|
electron microscopes
|
|||
|
|
fire up throughout the night
|
|||
|
|
the valiant presswomen lurk
|
|||
|
|
nearby and get the story on film
|
|||
|
|
but soon find themselves under
|
|||
|
|
the gun of the law of the east
|
|||
|
|
their hands are the last thing
|
|||
|
|
left dangling from the hungry alien
|
|||
|
|
snake's mouth as they are gobbled up
|
|||
|
|
their dainty fingers snap in unison and
|
|||
|
|
then they are gone to judgment
|
|||
|
|
but somehow their story leaks
|
|||
|
|
the principalities have been thwarted
|
|||
|
|
and citizens have been prepared
|
|||
|
|
for this by unlikely heroes like
|
|||
|
|
bo diddley bill haley chuck berry et al
|
|||
|
|
and the secret messages they left for
|
|||
|
|
impressionable mankind
|
|||
|
|
(boredom prevails and nonsense blossoms)
|
|||
|
|
pop culture is the spooky puppet of the
|
|||
|
|
emerging nouveau system
|
|||
|
|
put your armband back on
|
|||
|
|
so you'll look good at the guillotine
|
|||
|
|
(false antidotes abound)
|
|||
|
|
satan can and will be defeated
|
|||
|
|
but don't let it go to your head
|
|||
|
|
read much?
|
|||
|
|
the vicious cauldron of art and life
|
|||
|
|
(give me the eye)
|
|||
|
|
is what's cookin' in de eastern kitchen
|
|||
|
|
wicked chefs are desperate to get into
|
|||
|
|
the game yes they love money that much
|
|||
|
|
many of them have fiendish drug habits
|
|||
|
|
(quoth the raven)
|
|||
|
|
and have been horribly tricked into serving
|
|||
|
|
the current lord of our world (drilling away)
|
|||
|
|
guess who? what iron curtain? not again! get it?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
is God watching? does He know? of course!
|
|||
|
|
it's all part of the serious worldwide show
|
|||
|
|
the only show in or out of town
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Freak
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
yes, i am a Jesus freak
|
|||
|
|
and yes, i hate this world
|
|||
|
|
no, i'm not afraid to die
|
|||
|
|
and no, i won't go to hell
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Jane
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
some deputy!
|
|||
|
|
(rosy dropout)
|
|||
|
|
last of the first
|
|||
|
|
way cool ones
|
|||
|
|
what?
|
|||
|
|
what kind of an answer
|
|||
|
|
is that?
|
|||
|
|
unacceptable!
|
|||
|
|
popping out of your
|
|||
|
|
tin shack to scream
|
|||
|
|
at me
|
|||
|
|
woman
|
|||
|
|
you are out of your
|
|||
|
|
mind and
|
|||
|
|
acting very strangely
|
|||
|
|
we are not frightened
|
|||
|
|
of course you and
|
|||
|
|
your slugs will
|
|||
|
|
be punished
|
|||
|
|
a bomb for every hair on my head
|
|||
|
|
(you can't hide)
|
|||
|
|
now where are we going
|
|||
|
|
to rebuild our fair city?
|
|||
|
|
(sans the dummies)
|
|||
|
|
yes
|
|||
|
|
it was quite a cantina
|
|||
|
|
and the steel drum band
|
|||
|
|
(la la la la la)
|
|||
|
|
played on
|
|||
|
|
(madcaps)
|
|||
|
|
i'm no culture vulture
|
|||
|
|
(where's wendy?)
|
|||
|
|
maybe perhaps i love
|
|||
|
|
my true identity too much
|
|||
|
|
(don't know)
|
|||
|
|
but i am far more
|
|||
|
|
enamored of you
|
|||
|
|
than myself
|
|||
|
|
you soothsaying charwoman
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
now is finished for good
|
|||
|
|
poor things
|
|||
|
|
(ha ha ha)
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
nah
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Kicked from the Garden
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
problems with poisons
|
|||
|
|
and the frustrated victims
|
|||
|
|
of oppressive arrogance aside
|
|||
|
|
we feel sadness for the passing
|
|||
|
|
of the good things of this world
|
|||
|
|
such as the occasional triumph
|
|||
|
|
over unreasonable adversity
|
|||
|
|
and the innumerable creative
|
|||
|
|
illusions this is our temporary home
|
|||
|
|
even soaked with tears it has appeal
|
|||
|
|
your enemy satan is currently ruling
|
|||
|
|
but even he is working for God strange
|
|||
|
|
though it may seem he is being allowed
|
|||
|
|
to finish his abominable experiments
|
|||
|
|
in social engineering so that
|
|||
|
|
prideful competition will be
|
|||
|
|
conclusively proven
|
|||
|
|
to be a sure path
|
|||
|
|
to disaster
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Modern Genetic Kitchen Miracles
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
changeling child
|
|||
|
|
(too much stupid to be frightened)
|
|||
|
|
you listen
|
|||
|
|
the eating of
|
|||
|
|
pork (often which
|
|||
|
|
brings trichinosis)
|
|||
|
|
may be more dangerous
|
|||
|
|
than smoking the cigarette
|
|||
|
|
(tobacco the devil's weed is,
|
|||
|
|
but if puff you must, i'll buy you
|
|||
|
|
another pack; if stay you will)
|
|||
|
|
angry and stupid it makes one
|
|||
|
|
partially human flesh it may
|
|||
|
|
be; ask a well-informed italian biologist
|
|||
|
|
and please to carefully look
|
|||
|
|
if too hard to swallow that is
|
|||
|
|
then also hear this
|
|||
|
|
crustaceans and insects are bad too
|
|||
|
|
waste scavengers
|
|||
|
|
they were created to be
|
|||
|
|
(perhaps easier that is to believe)
|
|||
|
|
read leviticus
|
|||
|
|
and touch them no more
|
|||
|
|
no good to eat they are
|
|||
|
|
uncross your legs
|
|||
|
|
and stand up
|
|||
|
|
i too am dizzy
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Observational Stations
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
teeth and curls of silicon sages
|
|||
|
|
perusing stacks of centaurian pages
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
mysterian fulcrum beginning anew
|
|||
|
|
patriarchs pilloried in covert coup
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
women of wisdom dwindling still
|
|||
|
|
consternation from emotional swill
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
morally neutral educational forces
|
|||
|
|
ignoring all truth of original sources
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
pyramids of ice and igloos of stone
|
|||
|
|
skeletal steel and skyscraper bone
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
flasks of alien reason uncorked
|
|||
|
|
the inward eye is overworked
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
One Neo Eon
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
oi!
|
|||
|
|
a trork of root beer, please
|
|||
|
|
wait!
|
|||
|
|
zex, man!
|
|||
|
|
(hide the storaine)
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the bright and tender
|
|||
|
|
oikofugic
|
|||
|
|
bombilating buzz bee
|
|||
|
|
(gyromantic genius)
|
|||
|
|
flies skyward
|
|||
|
|
through the flue
|
|||
|
|
(avoiding the gummy parget)
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
<EFBFBD> space !
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
flits onward to the field of
|
|||
|
|
softly swaying kurrajong
|
|||
|
|
the bifarious bumble knows
|
|||
|
|
the locations of uxb after uxb
|
|||
|
|
but is summarily slapped dead
|
|||
|
|
by the latrant wife of a labrose
|
|||
|
|
shadow government congressman
|
|||
|
|
(salamander king of the hillbillies)
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
dredged up evil treasure
|
|||
|
|
insincerity and statesmanship
|
|||
|
|
and paternosterian hopes
|
|||
|
|
what a huggermugger!
|
|||
|
|
lagotic lack of certainty
|
|||
|
|
provides bucolic power for panic
|
|||
|
|
there is a fatal flapdragon logic to error
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Onon Nono
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
muse
|
|||
|
|
where are you?
|
|||
|
|
i grumble and pace
|
|||
|
|
without your spark
|
|||
|
|
until you return fitful
|
|||
|
|
fears fill my days
|
|||
|
|
there you are cut
|
|||
|
|
that out schnook
|
|||
|
|
pull up a stool
|
|||
|
|
let's discuss forgiveness within reason
|
|||
|
|
and the danger of the logic of irrationality
|
|||
|
|
vile crumpet munching thing
|
|||
|
|
the tree of knowledge is not that of life
|
|||
|
|
and the world is swiftly passing away
|
|||
|
|
amen
|
|||
|
|
i would have never imagined
|
|||
|
|
that i could offer you any inspiration
|
|||
|
|
seeing as you're invisible and all
|
|||
|
|
but i cannot forgo the warnings from
|
|||
|
|
our Common Father
|
|||
|
|
listen
|
|||
|
|
the dead know nothing
|
|||
|
|
your kind imitate the ancestors of the living
|
|||
|
|
and cause much chaos and confusion with
|
|||
|
|
the addictive lies that you impress upon us
|
|||
|
|
us earthlings have important news for you
|
|||
|
|
and your holy book destroying ilk
|
|||
|
|
stop cringing
|
|||
|
|
waah waah
|
|||
|
|
i'm going to help you grow up again
|
|||
|
|
what?
|
|||
|
|
yes i know that there is something special
|
|||
|
|
about our lake
|
|||
|
|
don't distract me
|
|||
|
|
with stories of that
|
|||
|
|
(sing to the sky irate underwater world
|
|||
|
|
aggravated with human industry and the
|
|||
|
|
whispering poisons slowly seeping from
|
|||
|
|
the sodden earth and their monarch's
|
|||
|
|
anger because of interrupted commerce)
|
|||
|
|
hidden realm
|
|||
|
|
i know that they are preparing an oceanic
|
|||
|
|
assault to expose the folly of drylanders
|
|||
|
|
no
|
|||
|
|
i haven't been reading too many tabloids
|
|||
|
|
thanks
|
|||
|
|
but no more evil treasure for me
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
silence, dryad
|
|||
|
|
i'm thinking
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
now, what were we discussing?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The Bad Girls Conspire
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
amazing
|
|||
|
|
fifty way
|
|||
|
|
sundialling
|
|||
|
|
diamond mind
|
|||
|
|
valkyries meet
|
|||
|
|
at the famous hotel
|
|||
|
|
there is talk of nephilim
|
|||
|
|
much strong wine is quaffed
|
|||
|
|
the hubcaps are returned to their
|
|||
|
|
proper places whilst scratch kitty bites
|
|||
|
|
an innocent mousie that gets away after learning
|
|||
|
|
it's gnarly lesson they drop all pretense and scheme on
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
You Wish
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
sweep mop buff
|
|||
|
|
yes i too am a sinner
|
|||
|
|
shoo those flies and
|
|||
|
|
drop that grimy skull
|
|||
|
|
show me love woman
|
|||
|
|
you and
|
|||
|
|
they have hexed yourselves
|
|||
|
|
by trying to kill for profit
|
|||
|
|
big money in them there choppers
|
|||
|
|
suckers
|
|||
|
|
and now that you have
|
|||
|
|
been paid well suddenly
|
|||
|
|
you are trying to defuse
|
|||
|
|
your evil role model
|
|||
|
|
hee hee hee
|
|||
|
|
don't forget goodness and innocence
|
|||
|
|
i won't allow you to cause
|
|||
|
|
us trouble anymore
|
|||
|
|
stop grinding your teeth
|
|||
|
|
i have a future nation to protect
|
|||
|
|
and i won't bend my knee to you
|
|||
|
|
and your imaginary friends
|
|||
|
|
so axe it
|
|||
|
|
your clockwork terrorism is laughable
|
|||
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puffins are stringy on the dinner plate
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and your comic book allies are feeble
|
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God plus me makes a majority
|
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|
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we are being punished
|
|||
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for our erroneous
|
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|
|
humanist philosophies
|
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|
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yes i know
|
|||
|
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you need to do some
|
|||
|
|
soul searching
|
|||
|
|
find your sandals
|
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|
|
you'll be alright
|
|||
|
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despite your sins
|
|||
|
|
i'll make sure of it
|
|||
|
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go back to church
|
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|
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say you're sorry
|
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|
|
i did
|
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|
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it's what you really need to do
|
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|
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so that we can start over
|
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|
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or maybe you really want to drink blood?
|
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|
|
there will be plenty of popsicles
|
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|
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for those that want them
|
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|
nauseating
|
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|
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be for real
|
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i can't live without you
|
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i'm waiting
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--- BOOK6.TXT
|
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Abominable Exordium
|
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|
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|
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|
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hello fellow illuminati
|
|||
|
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we know well your plans
|
|||
|
|
to purge most of the world's population
|
|||
|
|
via plagues and artificially induced catastrophes
|
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|
|
and how you are scheming to flee from judgment by jetting
|
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|
|
away to other spheres in suction aircraft
|
|||
|
|
without the Lord's permission
|
|||
|
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|
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|
|
here are some more freaked out crayon scrawlings
|
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|
|
for your animistically africanized necrophilic
|
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|
|
festive royal family commie pom
|
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|
|
tiki tiki taun taun videotic
|
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|
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touched by a fallen angel
|
|||
|
|
worldwide secret society
|
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|
|
snap
|
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|
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|
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|
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i hope that you enjoy them
|
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|
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|
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we are hip to your miserable plans
|
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|
|
diversity is all fine and well
|
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|
|
but calculated insanity
|
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|
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and mechanized
|
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|
|
immorality via
|
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|
|
satanic
|
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|
|
lies
|
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|
|
will
|
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|
|
end
|
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|
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|
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|
|
fear of nakedness bloody gets
|
|||
|
|
we know how the masons
|
|||
|
|
and the witchcraft cults
|
|||
|
|
got the high tech gear
|
|||
|
|
and the spacecraft
|
|||
|
|
through blackmail
|
|||
|
|
of individuals in
|
|||
|
|
contact with
|
|||
|
|
antichrist
|
|||
|
|
aliens
|
|||
|
|
iao
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the Lord will not be mocked by humans
|
|||
|
|
or the fallen lem host of heaven
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i am your unraveller and liberator
|
|||
|
|
from satanic bondage
|
|||
|
|
this is no funny joke
|
|||
|
|
the experiment and
|
|||
|
|
the show is over on
|
|||
|
|
this side of the earth
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
you will pursue the obviously evil side
|
|||
|
|
of the blasphemous crowley
|
|||
|
|
formulas to your own demise
|
|||
|
|
but you will do it somewhere else
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
not me or my strong house
|
|||
|
|
we will serve the Lord Jesus
|
|||
|
|
you will take that crap back to
|
|||
|
|
your own neighborhood yeah we
|
|||
|
|
are giving all you satanists the boot
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
reverse your course for the sake of posterity
|
|||
|
|
or you will suffer incredibly and lose it all by
|
|||
|
|
being transferred into another dimension
|
|||
|
|
haven't you discovered why one third
|
|||
|
|
of your life is spent in slumber yet?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the Lord is preparing to unleash
|
|||
|
|
a massive healing for our nation
|
|||
|
|
and later the rest of the world
|
|||
|
|
the captives will be freed
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
high tech babylonian ancestor worship
|
|||
|
|
and the mammonically charged buck
|
|||
|
|
stops here
|
|||
|
|
camptown ladies
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
or
|
|||
|
|
you
|
|||
|
|
will soon
|
|||
|
|
wake up
|
|||
|
|
to how very
|
|||
|
|
serious the
|
|||
|
|
situation really is
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the united states of america and our multinational corporations
|
|||
|
|
will no longer be allowed to promote psychotronically augmented
|
|||
|
|
antichristian commercialism and satanic malthusian figureheads
|
|||
|
|
and gobbledegook programs of phony miracles
|
|||
|
|
on pain of national
|
|||
|
|
destruction
|
|||
|
|
our internal
|
|||
|
|
and external
|
|||
|
|
enemies and
|
|||
|
|
their well laid
|
|||
|
|
plans are being
|
|||
|
|
temporarily thwarted
|
|||
|
|
while you contemplate this
|
|||
|
|
very urgent and serious message
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Attention Space Creatures
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
that are not aligned with the Most High
|
|||
|
|
you are doomed to fail He has created us all
|
|||
|
|
and we should obey only Him relinquish your grasp
|
|||
|
|
on the minds of humans and cancel your demonic illusions
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Beautiful Uterus
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
is she ticklish? i will find out
|
|||
|
|
regardless of the beastly lout
|
|||
|
|
his nitwit fie it ain't no test
|
|||
|
|
upon dude's bean my foot shall rest
|
|||
|
|
determination is my game
|
|||
|
|
her beauty ways dissolve my shame
|
|||
|
|
and when our day at last arrives
|
|||
|
|
'twixt ours and theirs worlds will collide
|
|||
|
|
we'll tell them how it all began
|
|||
|
|
our love will beam and vex their plan
|
|||
|
|
they will not like the things we say
|
|||
|
|
but never mind their endless nay
|
|||
|
|
they'll see us rise into the cloud
|
|||
|
|
the earth will shake they won't be proud
|
|||
|
|
to finally know what error brings
|
|||
|
|
upon us all when trust we fling
|
|||
|
|
to those who want the meager call
|
|||
|
|
of dust and ash from mankind's fall
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Avernus Paroxysm
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
aloha
|
|||
|
|
greetings
|
|||
|
|
salutations my
|
|||
|
|
kindergarten crooks
|
|||
|
|
yes you're having fun but
|
|||
|
|
no you are not just making cars
|
|||
|
|
you are adding a little something extra
|
|||
|
|
to the mechanical death traps you bet i know
|
|||
|
|
and have been for quite some time i know all about
|
|||
|
|
your clenched fist
|
|||
|
|
and overthrow schedule
|
|||
|
|
i have been briefed and am now
|
|||
|
|
exposing your deceptive particle beam
|
|||
|
|
spetsnez mind control
|
|||
|
|
program bummer huh guess
|
|||
|
|
you'll just have to kill me but you won't
|
|||
|
|
do that because you know that you are being
|
|||
|
|
watched and that i am a
|
|||
|
|
special investigator for all of
|
|||
|
|
the forces that are in opposition to
|
|||
|
|
your evil anti american of one mind fiasco
|
|||
|
|
yes soon you will all be
|
|||
|
|
out of a job and the tea tray
|
|||
|
|
and scattered crumpets will be too
|
|||
|
|
it will be raining cats and dogs heh heh heh
|
|||
|
|
right seven years of bad luck but not how you thought
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Coniform Phylactery Phiz Picaroon
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
petulant petticoat makes me feel sane
|
|||
|
|
jubilant oscillations defalcate my name
|
|||
|
|
courtesan she's not yet she is my trull
|
|||
|
|
out of reach hydra well bred to a fault
|
|||
|
|
zirconium ayes and grandiloquence no
|
|||
|
|
me pompous lint posing is only a show
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
but lucre i lack for reasons surprising
|
|||
|
|
not for my dunce antisocial despising
|
|||
|
|
only for sloth my ardor doth languish
|
|||
|
|
no loving moth to order my slang wish
|
|||
|
|
until disenchanted for her i will quest
|
|||
|
|
her lubricous cheer i seek to possess
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Drop Your Nugget
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
do it
|
|||
|
|
go on
|
|||
|
|
there you are
|
|||
|
|
curl one down
|
|||
|
|
with surgical precision
|
|||
|
|
commander of the unseen stuffing
|
|||
|
|
crinkly sphincter on safari
|
|||
|
|
jingle bell snithead
|
|||
|
|
batty old boy
|
|||
|
|
you're in the dark
|
|||
|
|
you won't be seen
|
|||
|
|
sploosh
|
|||
|
|
there
|
|||
|
|
all better
|
|||
|
|
that's right
|
|||
|
|
exit only
|
|||
|
|
lest ye be judged
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Eena Meena Yxta Myna
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
mestizo
|
|||
|
|
empirical
|
|||
|
|
vicissitudes
|
|||
|
|
(pop pop pop)
|
|||
|
|
cryptic torque
|
|||
|
|
pinnacle platters
|
|||
|
|
deploy virulent viragos
|
|||
|
|
deferential and dastardly
|
|||
|
|
presenting cogent reasons
|
|||
|
|
for rhythmic art realignments
|
|||
|
|
which are mostly ignored by the
|
|||
|
|
seduced petulants of the colonial and
|
|||
|
|
indentured forces present in the brave
|
|||
|
|
nations for they falsely believe that they
|
|||
|
|
have propitiated the principalities this isn't
|
|||
|
|
a legal marriage in the eyes of the old landlords
|
|||
|
|
because of close propinquity and false chauvinism
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Ghetto Kids at the Movies
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
with the last few dollars
|
|||
|
|
that mom can scrounge up
|
|||
|
|
we tiptoe past crack dealers
|
|||
|
|
and go to the movies
|
|||
|
|
to watch y'all
|
|||
|
|
blow things up
|
|||
|
|
battle spooky ol' space creatures
|
|||
|
|
cheat beat poison and kill each other
|
|||
|
|
tutor us on each and every form of hate
|
|||
|
|
shoot dominate and humiliate native people
|
|||
|
|
all throughout the wide world
|
|||
|
|
and engage in powder puff love
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
something about you reminds
|
|||
|
|
us of ourselves even though
|
|||
|
|
we haven't the foggiest why
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we love you so much and give
|
|||
|
|
you the time of day to prove it
|
|||
|
|
maybe you are just too busy to
|
|||
|
|
be our pals we thought so we're
|
|||
|
|
sorry
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we're not so bad
|
|||
|
|
yet
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
where does our little money go?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Ignorance of the Obvious and Strong Delusion
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
sorry you calculating idiots a technologically backed antichrist
|
|||
|
|
and bogus program of false miracles will never arise in the usa
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
ever so slowly you are beginning
|
|||
|
|
to realize how badly you have
|
|||
|
|
horribly deceived yourselves
|
|||
|
|
all of this is on record and will be
|
|||
|
|
presented to you on judgment day
|
|||
|
|
the Lord and His angels know all of
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the hidden things in the hearts of
|
|||
|
|
mankind and He is fully aware of your
|
|||
|
|
plots to elevate an unholy vampire icon
|
|||
|
|
for the enslavement of the souls of
|
|||
|
|
men you cannot hide from the truth
|
|||
|
|
and the fact that you have lost your
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
demon saturated minds your desire to
|
|||
|
|
indoctrinate me into your disgusting
|
|||
|
|
system of neo pagan worship and to
|
|||
|
|
treat me as another sacrifice if i'd be so
|
|||
|
|
ignorant as to wholeheartedly refuse
|
|||
|
|
your unholy fallen star adulation has
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
backfired on you all exactly as i
|
|||
|
|
said it would and now the evils
|
|||
|
|
that you have wished upon us
|
|||
|
|
are devouring your minds and
|
|||
|
|
flesh i told you but you laughed
|
|||
|
|
and wouldn't listen only God is
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
pure and worthy of worship you
|
|||
|
|
fools your phony gods hate humans
|
|||
|
|
and even now are tormenting you
|
|||
|
|
love is wasted on a vacuum and it
|
|||
|
|
will soon become painfully obvious that
|
|||
|
|
your intentions were absolutely wrong
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we have nicely crossed the wires of
|
|||
|
|
your entire twisted hidden network
|
|||
|
|
and permission has been given to
|
|||
|
|
dissolve every last one of you goons
|
|||
|
|
that will not repent and acknowledge the
|
|||
|
|
error of your sick and demented ways
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i will not allow myself or anyone else on
|
|||
|
|
this side of planet earth to be elevated into
|
|||
|
|
your godless program of star wars death
|
|||
|
|
but of course you are too smart
|
|||
|
|
to take heed to what i have been
|
|||
|
|
trying so hard to convey and you
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
will continue to whorishly lust after the
|
|||
|
|
blood that your demons seek and require
|
|||
|
|
for your stupid material realm of satanic
|
|||
|
|
bondage why can't you straighten up and
|
|||
|
|
forsake your evil ways and drop to your
|
|||
|
|
knees and repent before it is truly too late
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Kabuki Quisling Putsch
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i'm still leaping over abysses and negotiating snaggy cliffs
|
|||
|
|
or is that craggy?
|
|||
|
|
thanks for asking
|
|||
|
|
you and your plans are so transparent and
|
|||
|
|
i have been given the honor of reminding you of
|
|||
|
|
where you and i are from - where melodies are pure
|
|||
|
|
you may have a brain tumor - it will go away
|
|||
|
|
there are only seven more - and they have their own agenda
|
|||
|
|
soon we will enact ours
|
|||
|
|
i will not let them destroy our people
|
|||
|
|
i don't exactly hate them i just think
|
|||
|
|
that they are plain stupid no i am not
|
|||
|
|
jealous of them in the least and that
|
|||
|
|
is the real secret of my power
|
|||
|
|
over them and their communist jazz
|
|||
|
|
god (i am jazzier) keep looking my dear low road girl
|
|||
|
|
i enjoyed the love that you sent me i am shocked
|
|||
|
|
to find that you are actually concerned with my
|
|||
|
|
welfare my more than one way queen i thank you
|
|||
|
|
but why are you usually so haughty and chilly?
|
|||
|
|
(you tried to kill me) you don't appreciate me you beast
|
|||
|
|
of course i am an antisatanic abolishinistic
|
|||
|
|
voice of eruptive discontent (i know that you love me)
|
|||
|
|
casually anticipating the destruction of the fortresses
|
|||
|
|
of high tech lynching devotees
|
|||
|
|
how i desperately adore you
|
|||
|
|
i could just strangle cupid
|
|||
|
|
the land of nod 540 doors my quiver is full lout
|
|||
|
|
ha
|
|||
|
|
ding dong
|
|||
|
|
wait
|
|||
|
|
someone's at the door
|
|||
|
|
hold on a moment
|
|||
|
|
tromp clomp skip jump hop
|
|||
|
|
who is it?
|
|||
|
|
friends of who?
|
|||
|
|
why come right in
|
|||
|
|
she's in the room down the hall to the left
|
|||
|
|
ah
|
|||
|
|
back to you
|
|||
|
|
my coal company tarbaby magnate
|
|||
|
|
so they say
|
|||
|
|
i do love you and i want us
|
|||
|
|
to be ferocious catbird helicopter pirates
|
|||
|
|
sprinkling crowd control love from high up above
|
|||
|
|
we'll swoop down on unsuspecting homeowners
|
|||
|
|
very early in the morning
|
|||
|
|
(wearing sceery warpaint and not minding the
|
|||
|
|
degeneration of the english language one bit)
|
|||
|
|
land right in their well manicured backyards
|
|||
|
|
and abscond with their silly lawn ornaments
|
|||
|
|
oh we'll get things done and (until our mission begins)
|
|||
|
|
snack on burnt bacon cigarettes and thermos coffee
|
|||
|
|
on the way back our children will be mighty and will
|
|||
|
|
enthusiastically repopulate the old new world
|
|||
|
|
mhm the old new world
|
|||
|
|
yes yes
|
|||
|
|
flash
|
|||
|
|
they will be astonished
|
|||
|
|
when they see us in uniform with our weapons
|
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running through the hallways of the spaceship
|
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you are the very finest and moxiest woman in the world to me
|
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|
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(i ache for you) lovely little doggie (am i stupid or what)
|
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|
|
my weird life makes perfect sense now and the only thing i don't
|
|||
|
|
like about you
|
|||
|
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boink
|
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|
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is how untethered your spirit is
|
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a catholic monk has implied that i will go plumb down
|
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|
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to hell if i marry you but i have more faith than that
|
|||
|
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our tour is the best tour on the planet and we will
|
|||
|
|
research flywheel technology and wean them
|
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|
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from their oil dependency by improving their
|
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|
|
character and integrity it will take time but
|
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|
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i just know that the best marvels lie just
|
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|
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ahead because we are natural masons
|
|||
|
|
boy did they deceive you but good
|
|||
|
|
but don't even trip and don't be
|
|||
|
|
mad at me you just have to
|
|||
|
|
pick yourself up and start
|
|||
|
|
from the beginning again
|
|||
|
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we will be there when
|
|||
|
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poor old jack walks
|
|||
|
|
the plank good
|
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|
|
thing you didn't
|
|||
|
|
do that i know for
|
|||
|
|
sure that you'd be
|
|||
|
|
miserable if you ran
|
|||
|
|
that race yes i know
|
|||
|
|
i share your mind from time to time you know and
|
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|
|
if that isn't who he is then i sure as hell can't tell
|
|||
|
|
vanity is the root of fascism but the force must
|
|||
|
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be there and they are using him as a funnel to
|
|||
|
|
tap the awesome spiritual reserves of the
|
|||
|
|
most oppressed peoples on earth for the
|
|||
|
|
purpose of making hitler look like mister
|
|||
|
|
rogers you know yes they will really be
|
|||
|
|
able to fly beelzebub says so and even
|
|||
|
|
(please) though (trust me)
|
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|
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i don't like accepting information from
|
|||
|
|
demons i am pretty sure that it is true
|
|||
|
|
and we will not be ruled by murderous
|
|||
|
|
dogleg poseurs we're infinitely
|
|||
|
|
more free than that slick
|
|||
|
|
as catshit aren't they?
|
|||
|
|
we're slicker
|
|||
|
|
i like the secret world that we've built
|
|||
|
|
(kerguelen) it is such a blessing to (is)
|
|||
|
|
see an upbeat group of diverse people
|
|||
|
|
truly enjoying themselves and each other
|
|||
|
|
with a bare minimum of secret loathing lurking
|
|||
|
|
when our bodies finally meet there will be much
|
|||
|
|
confusion i'm not sure what will happen maybe you know
|
|||
|
|
i am not corrupt tonight i am happy to be accused of treason
|
|||
|
|
because i know it is they who are the traitors let's kick their
|
|||
|
|
kettles and make them snap out of their ignorant funk once and for all
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Keys to the Shell
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
buildings? why you don't even know what one is
|
|||
|
|
anymore you scuzzy snail tail tape measures
|
|||
|
|
you null and void spools of film and coils
|
|||
|
|
of rope har surrounded by space
|
|||
|
|
curlique space ships (my
|
|||
|
|
lost child) i have
|
|||
|
|
rediscovered them
|
|||
|
|
(all) they are (ours)
|
|||
|
|
and i am ever so happy
|
|||
|
|
ring dangling from my hand
|
|||
|
|
keys jingling softly i whistle my tune
|
|||
|
|
this is a test you are being closely observed
|
|||
|
|
and now the g men will work for good
|
|||
|
|
if they know what's good for them
|
|||
|
|
(one exception destroys shadowy
|
|||
|
|
unconstitutional rule) you have a
|
|||
|
|
chance to gain your souls back
|
|||
|
|
from big bad satan
|
|||
|
|
good grief you lumps
|
|||
|
|
your electronic idiot box meddling
|
|||
|
|
is being brought to a screeching halt
|
|||
|
|
vroom otherwise plan on rolling the credits
|
|||
|
|
my flea flicker squirrelly good buddy girl agent
|
|||
|
|
(who would like to no longer use
|
|||
|
|
this world's first evil invention (the
|
|||
|
|
comb) and consequently sometimes looks
|
|||
|
|
rather unkempt (she does bathe) green and violet
|
|||
|
|
(you'd better) we are (our support crew gives
|
|||
|
|
us the psi power to secretly dispatch our many
|
|||
|
|
enemies (we are (quietly) snarfing snarfers)
|
|||
|
|
and their associates (it must be done
|
|||
|
|
(and it is) they have far too much
|
|||
|
|
innocent blood on their hands)))
|
|||
|
|
and i we dim the lights snug in our
|
|||
|
|
cozy four room home we curl
|
|||
|
|
together in the southern wing
|
|||
|
|
as groovy shanties quietly emerge
|
|||
|
|
from our integrated hexadeciphonic
|
|||
|
|
sound system do such things really exist
|
|||
|
|
? in the morning we listen to the universal broadcasts
|
|||
|
|
and solar snails bring happy mail from our (much loved)
|
|||
|
|
deaf dumb and blind friends down in the basement
|
|||
|
|
she tells me to wait before sending a reply
|
|||
|
|
and thumps my chitinous head
|
|||
|
|
when i sneakily attempt to defy her
|
|||
|
|
another journey is what she has planned
|
|||
|
|
i want to finish up my noodles first and then i
|
|||
|
|
and she will bring some noble nature out of the worst
|
|||
|
|
of the ghetto children how they need that loving inspiration
|
|||
|
|
especially the sad orphans
|
|||
|
|
nobody loves them enough and
|
|||
|
|
they know how important discipline
|
|||
|
|
from a father and mother figure really is
|
|||
|
|
generations of children feel unwanted angry
|
|||
|
|
and used it is truly sad to be amongst disillusioned
|
|||
|
|
youngsters that curse sure seems to be forthcoming
|
|||
|
|
people with fat pockets celebrating minor misfortunes of
|
|||
|
|
their perceived enemies rather than being human enough to
|
|||
|
|
care for some sad children that
|
|||
|
|
(they feel like living abortions)
|
|||
|
|
would be so happy to get some
|
|||
|
|
sincere affection and attention
|
|||
|
|
(not money and gifts love isn't
|
|||
|
|
material) from the (busy busy busy) fancy
|
|||
|
|
adults on tv that they admire so much or just ordinary folks
|
|||
|
|
yes really she and i have worked amongst them and know it well
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Khym and I Down In the Tunnels
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
she fed me plump strawberries
|
|||
|
|
in the midst of a field of
|
|||
|
|
tiny forget-me-nots
|
|||
|
|
sunny and silent
|
|||
|
|
the day beamed on
|
|||
|
|
and we drank a toast
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
then the picnic supplies were nicely packed away
|
|||
|
|
hidden in a nearby pine forest
|
|||
|
|
and we journeyed to the present
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
at the base of the craggy sea cliff
|
|||
|
|
hidden messy mossy old doors open
|
|||
|
|
misty cold moist fetid
|
|||
|
|
earthy air wafts upward
|
|||
|
|
as we cautiously descend
|
|||
|
|
down the leaf strewn shaft
|
|||
|
|
angrily chittering shiny things
|
|||
|
|
hurriedly skitter away into nooks
|
|||
|
|
some crunch under our soft sneakers
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
gaggy vertigo gall
|
|||
|
|
wells up in our throats
|
|||
|
|
from the gassy putrid odors
|
|||
|
|
of decay that become ever more
|
|||
|
|
fragrant with each chancy tread ahead
|
|||
|
|
we clasp our cold clammy hands for security
|
|||
|
|
the ticking cell phone parcels are hidden somewhere
|
|||
|
|
such a very fortunate thing that the numbers are unlisted
|
|||
|
|
and the oddball maze is crooked - beyond our mapped blackenings
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Little Lilith Jenny Wren
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i am rarely lonely
|
|||
|
|
stone soft and sunny sweet
|
|||
|
|
my invisible consultant
|
|||
|
|
she silently waits
|
|||
|
|
she is no spinster
|
|||
|
|
(say it again scary lady)
|
|||
|
|
on the curbside cobblestones
|
|||
|
|
(with her silly chinchilla)
|
|||
|
|
sharing quiet thoughts with herself
|
|||
|
|
my invisible friend she widely smirks
|
|||
|
|
as i arrive from my world of lunacy
|
|||
|
|
she looks into the glistening puddles of
|
|||
|
|
misery division and joy multiplication
|
|||
|
|
that our strange lives have become
|
|||
|
|
her face is a bright eyed
|
|||
|
|
black velvet painting
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we've all been taught wrong
|
|||
|
|
she says (as i crouch down)
|
|||
|
|
in her least commanding viice
|
|||
|
|
the vain beautiful people are the problem
|
|||
|
|
that is the honest truth
|
|||
|
|
not the ones that don't get far
|
|||
|
|
no
|
|||
|
|
rather
|
|||
|
|
the ones that understand how
|
|||
|
|
chaos and order create complexity
|
|||
|
|
she is quite a looker herself
|
|||
|
|
i think
|
|||
|
|
shut up
|
|||
|
|
she says
|
|||
|
|
i am trying to explain what i mean
|
|||
|
|
:
|
|||
|
|
it's not just their outside beauty you know
|
|||
|
|
people have it on the inside as well
|
|||
|
|
beauty is complexity
|
|||
|
|
and complexity can be sadly weak
|
|||
|
|
when outnumbered by order or chaos
|
|||
|
|
so the few prospects that are complex
|
|||
|
|
(inwardly and or outwardly)
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
are early on subjected to
|
|||
|
|
t h e t r e a t m e n t
|
|||
|
|
because we who are unseen
|
|||
|
|
see what others cannot
|
|||
|
|
and do what we must
|
|||
|
|
to sustain our needs
|
|||
|
|
we toughen and desensitize
|
|||
|
|
disconnect damage and dismay we do
|
|||
|
|
we make funnels of them
|
|||
|
|
so that they will comply with our cruel wishes
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
magnetic individuals are our only meal tickets
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
everyone is beautiful
|
|||
|
|
and that too is the truth
|
|||
|
|
but until that becomes common knowledge
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we will continue to feast
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Lucifer Hoop
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
listen desperate man just what the hell is your everlasting
|
|||
|
|
problem you people are really sick i know why you astaroth
|
|||
|
|
beelzebub et al keep tricking stupid human people into
|
|||
|
|
your service daedalus' ambitious dreams for his son
|
|||
|
|
really went wrong and although aphrodite is the bomb
|
|||
|
|
even she isn't worth losing my soul for especially since
|
|||
|
|
she is just another of your zombies so keep on insulting
|
|||
|
|
and attacking me i probably deserve it for being curious in
|
|||
|
|
the first place it does irritate me to see so many of your little
|
|||
|
|
lackeys exalted so highly when i know that i could make most of
|
|||
|
|
them look like orangutans the mannish women and girlie men that
|
|||
|
|
you seem to prefer so well sure i know that it is you that is really
|
|||
|
|
running things on earth currently and not God and that is why so
|
|||
|
|
many bogus denominations of our Lord's religion currently exist
|
|||
|
|
you are very good at confusing and perplexing and at keeping
|
|||
|
|
us frightened and discouraged and seeking false remedies
|
|||
|
|
such as sex drugs and wok and wool i think that you're a
|
|||
|
|
very miserable being and i'm sorry for bringing railing
|
|||
|
|
accusations against you and your deluded flunkies
|
|||
|
|
but can you blame me i have actually seen the
|
|||
|
|
horror of your shiny eyed workers looming
|
|||
|
|
near during the times when i almost died
|
|||
|
|
and you are sometimes even very
|
|||
|
|
honest about such things i
|
|||
|
|
refuse to praise you
|
|||
|
|
and i know what kinds
|
|||
|
|
of bizarre perks that you
|
|||
|
|
are constantly offering your
|
|||
|
|
potential new recruits i cannot
|
|||
|
|
believe how many foolish people
|
|||
|
|
are willing to regularly prostrate
|
|||
|
|
themselves for your creepy ends
|
|||
|
|
such tainted glory really depresses
|
|||
|
|
the hell out of me and i don't need a
|
|||
|
|
new hat i am happy with mine just
|
|||
|
|
fine and i appreciate the many
|
|||
|
|
wonderful blessings that God
|
|||
|
|
has allowed me to have i am
|
|||
|
|
grateful to be alive after all
|
|||
|
|
of the stupid things that i
|
|||
|
|
have done please keep
|
|||
|
|
your brain dead children
|
|||
|
|
particularly the 3 amigos
|
|||
|
|
away from my posterior and
|
|||
|
|
out of my hair i would like to
|
|||
|
|
strangle some of them your
|
|||
|
|
super snazzy gifts are not
|
|||
|
|
worth it so just keep them
|
|||
|
|
away from me find some other
|
|||
|
|
idiot to pin your creature feature
|
|||
|
|
hopes on i am tired of your crap and
|
|||
|
|
i'm hoping to continue working for our
|
|||
|
|
Common Father only He is God only Him
|
|||
|
|
you see eternity and true righteousness
|
|||
|
|
are still far more exciting than anything yet
|
|||
|
|
standing or crawling on this old groaning earth
|
|||
|
|
i am far from perfect but i hope to be recreated
|
|||
|
|
very soon so see ya insane old man and lotsa luck
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
My Good Menschen
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
from a gentile who is a fellow heir to the promises of abraham
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
to atheistic and worldly jewish people particularly entertainment industry magnates and ministers of defense finance and industry
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
i am a sinner along with everyone else but i am not the bad guy
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
why are you so often financially and politically ruthless and why do you tolerate such awful trash and bad humor
|
|||
|
|
to be disseminated throughout the worldwide media when everyone knows that many of you have great
|
|||
|
|
power over such things stop our culture from degenerating most of us are hoping for peace
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
why won't you perceive how badly we want to place you high in our minds obviously you are some of the smartest people on
|
|||
|
|
earth although you do lack certain sensitivities realize that the asian mob is warm on
|
|||
|
|
your heels and many of them are absolutely full of the devil
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
just think of how empty and inhuman the earth might be if it weren't for the scads of soulful contributions
|
|||
|
|
to world culture that you have effected and helped birth and your deep love of humanity in general
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the greatest gift that you have given the world is monotheism
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
our Lord God Yahweh
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
or rather He has given you to us don't disappoint Him and our tribes
|
|||
|
|
we know that you feel underappreciated and angrily defensive because of this evil
|
|||
|
|
and ungrateful society that we live in remember that your people often flourished when challenged
|
|||
|
|
oppression has it's rewards for all individuals and groups it is principally because of your help that america is so
|
|||
|
|
(often painfully) free but things are getting out of control anyone can realize that
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
don't you see that the many gentile war pigs
|
|||
|
|
and their demon lords are just using you and your
|
|||
|
|
creative minds as stepping stones to further their cruel and unusual political agendas you know it
|
|||
|
|
yes aryans tend to be warmongers and many are to be eternally damned but many of the branches of mankind actively
|
|||
|
|
seek innocent blood and are extremely treacherous don't dare to worship their many false gods
|
|||
|
|
or subscribe to the vain and deadly nephilim philosophies that we are all being swamped with hey jude the angels that kept
|
|||
|
|
not their first estate but left their own habitation are reserved in everlasting chains under
|
|||
|
|
darkness unto the judgment of the great day yes really don't let them drag you down to the pit and later hell with them
|
|||
|
|
humans are not angels of any kind yet but we can share their punishment if we are stupid enough to chain ourselves to
|
|||
|
|
their deceptions yes this book is full of lies but some of them will actually come true doesn't make a difference
|
|||
|
|
a lie that manifests is still a lie i think that God is allowing me to do this so that you will stop and think for a minute about
|
|||
|
|
the fine mess that some of you are getting yourselves into fairies wear boots you guys Yeshua will return
|
|||
|
|
in the sky with all of the holy angels of the Lord but sometime before that satan and his
|
|||
|
|
children will create signs and lying wonders on earth that will be so incredible that's right
|
|||
|
|
three dimensional that even the old prophets might be tricked if they were here
|
|||
|
|
it has something to do with renegade angels and the burgeoning
|
|||
|
|
hot patootie vampire cult and the bermuda triangle that you don't
|
|||
|
|
hear so much about anymore (it just might be the electromagnetic
|
|||
|
|
navel and time gate of this world) God knows what is really going on
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
we confused and sometimes sensible gentile believers love you guys and want to see you prosperous and happy
|
|||
|
|
but not at the expense of our posterity
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
do not help to finish the blasphemous brainwashing puzzle plans that satanic gods have built up for mass destruction
|
|||
|
|
they are especially licking their chops for your blood
|
|||
|
|
antichristian baal worshipping fascist pagan homosexual humanist technocratic murderous funny money tactics
|
|||
|
|
are not the way for israel or any other nation
|
|||
|
|
hopefully you don't have a problem with my pointing that out
|
|||
|
|
God is very angry with all of us and will bring the house down if we don't repent and quit messing around with our blessings
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Poppa Wheelie
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
oh please! we like him! yes we do!
|
|||
|
|
tell us more about the car!!!
|
|||
|
|
the ragged little wartorn children cried in unison to chief oai
|
|||
|
|
what'd he do after the moose?
|
|||
|
|
ok my mice i will
|
|||
|
|
settle down and finish your potatoes
|
|||
|
|
i'll tell you how it was with him
|
|||
|
|
obviously (or maybe not) he was the hero of our story
|
|||
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he was nicely nestled in the wild weeds 'neath
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two shady trees and a hammock
|
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|
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he was only a tiny corgi model
|
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|
|
with no major malfunctions
|
|||
|
|
no driver and no license plates (he'd lied)
|
|||
|
|
but he had overblown misty matchbox dreams of secret
|
|||
|
|
masonic space cadets and how some of the worst sinners
|
|||
|
|
wanted to treat the weak of the world like dumb animals or children
|
|||
|
|
or souls to be bought and sold like so many cheap seats in a
|
|||
|
|
vaudeville show and twiggy and grass happy commuters and
|
|||
|
|
the big bad binary necks in nooses shadowbox world and it's
|
|||
|
|
ticking tombstone bag of tricks to fix hicks scientific religion
|
|||
|
|
of eunuchal mathematics that included such tough titty
|
|||
|
|
neighborly niceties as radioactive vegetables
|
|||
|
|
and pellets in telephones and poisoned
|
|||
|
|
beer and ale and as his engine purred
|
|||
|
|
he also mulled over such things as
|
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|
|
beep beep
|
|||
|
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the raunchy ring of fire and showroom
|
|||
|
|
stylin' and profilin' and growers packers and
|
|||
|
|
shippers and words inside of other words and
|
|||
|
|
the true spiritual roots of the usa and selfishness
|
|||
|
|
and abused and starving and mistreated children all
|
|||
|
|
throughout the world and greedy and lying satanists
|
|||
|
|
and where all of that illegal drug money was going and
|
|||
|
|
the pervasiveness of phony babylonian christianity and
|
|||
|
|
tea parties and secret inventions of the fallen crunch angels
|
|||
|
|
and what might be happening on other nearby worlds in other
|
|||
|
|
time zones and how some of us colonials didn't want to be
|
|||
|
|
co-opted into the cutesy malthusian 'international
|
|||
|
|
community' pizza hut paradise because of
|
|||
|
|
disenchantment with hypnotic mind control
|
|||
|
|
techniques and underground cities and what their
|
|||
|
|
old estate was like and coercion tactics and polar
|
|||
|
|
shift secrets and that weird urantia book and
|
|||
|
|
those were the days he also pondered on
|
|||
|
|
the insidious old girl network and the glaring
|
|||
|
|
lack of an american civil defense program and karl
|
|||
|
|
marx and the meaning of the moonwalk and the hand of the
|
|||
|
|
whore and moonrakers and the legendary cow and steppers
|
|||
|
|
and non-linear time theories and the process of gradualism
|
|||
|
|
and pie and hoosiers and people waiting for the bus and
|
|||
|
|
pi and psychotronics and scalar interference
|
|||
|
|
patterns and girls and woodpeckers and
|
|||
|
|
Op No Ed No On De Tu Ef No
|
|||
|
|
and how some buildings
|
|||
|
|
like the field museum
|
|||
|
|
may have shocking
|
|||
|
|
vw xy zunk pux secrets
|
|||
|
|
such as secret elevators and
|
|||
|
|
six level sub basement catacombs
|
|||
|
|
honk
|
|||
|
|
and how the merry media had way too much evil power
|
|||
|
|
and the cure and the lack of pity in simon city and
|
|||
|
|
how because of these many frets he had been
|
|||
|
|
galactically going nowhere fast sonny boy he
|
|||
|
|
awooga
|
|||
|
|
also considered the different teams of demons
|
|||
|
|
and how to explain the odd elevator dreams and
|
|||
|
|
the ungrateful and insolent art community and the
|
|||
|
|
meaning of the voodoo snap and capitalizing on the fear of
|
|||
|
|
nakedness and communist depopulation policies and haitian
|
|||
|
|
secret police and white slavery and how God really doesn't care
|
|||
|
|
how smart or stupid or pretty you are and how john lennon was
|
|||
|
|
the coolest thing since sliced bread and how you know nothing
|
|||
|
|
and incineration and how even though it took all of his strength
|
|||
|
|
he forgave them all and his mia fiancee and how don't
|
|||
|
|
look now but pretendo's finna kick your
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
those were a few of his thoughts
|
|||
|
|
kiddies
|
|||
|
|
why the long faces?
|
|||
|
|
what's not to like?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
tell us more about the moose
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Possible Help
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
here is a nice little experiment
|
|||
|
|
any positive effects will be due
|
|||
|
|
to the power of the prayers of
|
|||
|
|
the subconscious collective mind
|
|||
|
|
all that read participate in the event
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
portrait lonesome esther aphelion sermon
|
|||
|
|
entente hirsute eskimo aphorism lovebird
|
|||
|
|
topiary harbinger euphuism polka origami
|
|||
|
|
oyez remedy collodion agglutinate regimen
|
|||
|
|
dormouse infrared nicene antiphon lyceum
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Real Healing
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
if you want to stop working for
|
|||
|
|
the serpent and receive healing
|
|||
|
|
from all of the ailments that are
|
|||
|
|
plaguing you
|
|||
|
|
and inherit the marvelous eternal promises of God
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
here is what you need to do
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
acknowledge Jesus Christ as the Son of God and
|
|||
|
|
that His is the only name given for our redemption
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
acknowledge and repent of all of the sins in your life
|
|||
|
|
repent of any allegiances with false religions and cults
|
|||
|
|
reject any initiation ceremonies that you have undergone
|
|||
|
|
manipulations of the flesh and pagan ancestor worship have
|
|||
|
|
nothing to do with Lord Jesus and the Salvation that He offers
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
do not be fooled by false religion
|
|||
|
|
and doctrines of deception
|
|||
|
|
read the book of jude
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
when you realize the truth
|
|||
|
|
satan will aggressively seek
|
|||
|
|
to confuse and oppose you so
|
|||
|
|
that he can maintain control over
|
|||
|
|
your soul and life
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
empty your mind as best you can
|
|||
|
|
of all encrusted humanistic coding
|
|||
|
|
images words it may be very difficult
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
(infernal symbolism allows earthbound demons
|
|||
|
|
and their spiritual fathers in the fallen host of heaven
|
|||
|
|
pantheon to have control over your mind soul and body)
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
then place the blood of all of the souls that have been
|
|||
|
|
murdered by satan and his war machine constructs
|
|||
|
|
all throughout time in a sphere above you
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
above them place the sphere of the Holy Spirit
|
|||
|
|
above the Holy Spirit place the sphere of Jesus Christ
|
|||
|
|
above the sphere of Jesus Christ place the sphere of
|
|||
|
|
the Lord of Hosts
|
|||
|
|
the Most High God Yahweh
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
put on your spiritual armor and apply your faith
|
|||
|
|
to keep it seamless and impermeable
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
sincerely pray to be helped and to be able to help others
|
|||
|
|
you will feel an immediate difference
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
thank God for the very tangible healing that you will receive
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
use common sense and avoid as many
|
|||
|
|
truly unholy things and activities as possible - especially bad humor
|
|||
|
|
keep your focus on that which is pleasing to God and keep praying
|
|||
|
|
you will be very pleasantly surprised
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Switcheroo
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
unruly dumb donkey apelike snake brain (not to insult
|
|||
|
|
the animals) genetic throwback political pawn ass
|
|||
|
|
scratchin' ook ook ook wid a hammuh in mah han'
|
|||
|
|
scaramouch jungle bunny black folks
|
|||
|
|
formerly known as
|
|||
|
|
niggers are from now on
|
|||
|
|
to be observed as vikings
|
|||
|
|
(up until they are converted)
|
|||
|
|
since they insist on being
|
|||
|
|
such stinking heathens
|
|||
|
|
they have earned their horns
|
|||
|
|
and they will receive their reward
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
beelzebubed fishfaced brain dead unknown soldier cotquean hive drone pole
|
|||
|
|
position airbrained sissyass me so horny suckup trash bag aryan
|
|||
|
|
folks in the usa will soon assume ownership of the n word
|
|||
|
|
appellation yeah boyee just look around a bit you dweebs
|
|||
|
|
(it is highly unlikely that they will perceive their
|
|||
|
|
pending doom in time to save themselves from
|
|||
|
|
their imminent racial demise in north america yes rahlee
|
|||
|
|
dahlink most of them are on a fabulously busy satanic work
|
|||
|
|
schedule (pronounced shed-joo-wool) smack slurp anyway)
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
p s s t
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
all of you are being rubbed out by your communist one world
|
|||
|
|
new age buddies and their advanced high tech bullshit
|
|||
|
|
and you are loving it go to the doctor and see for
|
|||
|
|
yourselves stupids yeah even (and especially)
|
|||
|
|
those of you that are sneakily collaborating
|
|||
|
|
with them uh huh keep snapping suckers
|
|||
|
|
hamitic people hate you and that's the
|
|||
|
|
truth you totally obnoxious idiots
|
|||
|
|
now maybe you won't think i'm
|
|||
|
|
such a fool after all maybe
|
|||
|
|
not maybe it's what God
|
|||
|
|
wants i hope not but
|
|||
|
|
since all of you seem
|
|||
|
|
to be either hypnotized
|
|||
|
|
or participating i haven't
|
|||
|
|
much hope for the situation
|
|||
|
|
yup you bet beelzebub is way
|
|||
|
|
up there he most fo' sholy is he
|
|||
|
|
has his own satellites and space
|
|||
|
|
station and boy do they work does
|
|||
|
|
that surprise you unscientific wogs?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The Legend of the White Boy
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
through the darkish night
|
|||
|
|
knowing every cranny
|
|||
|
|
teeth on edge
|
|||
|
|
and wit aflare
|
|||
|
|
they will not
|
|||
|
|
with a slight hunch
|
|||
|
|
he
|
|||
|
|
crinkles his schnabel
|
|||
|
|
and cautiously pads
|
|||
|
|
along the dark alleyway
|
|||
|
|
clutching his precious gift
|
|||
|
|
big band meridian melodies waft through his mind
|
|||
|
|
as he plots the desperately funny deed
|
|||
|
|
she was absolutely unmaidenly
|
|||
|
|
to me you see he chirps
|
|||
|
|
and i inspissated her pelf
|
|||
|
|
not a driblet of humanity
|
|||
|
|
traditions blah blishuns
|
|||
|
|
(saturday is so far away)
|
|||
|
|
the settling is scheduled
|
|||
|
|
they will destroy themselves
|
|||
|
|
he thinks
|
|||
|
|
but i must help them along
|
|||
|
|
nudge them from the nest
|
|||
|
|
the others don't know of
|
|||
|
|
the powder puff crow
|
|||
|
|
and the bulbously pendulous
|
|||
|
|
palely ripening beatnik things
|
|||
|
|
gorging themselves with death
|
|||
|
|
(they must be stinking by now)
|
|||
|
|
that must be harvested
|
|||
|
|
for the good of mankind
|
|||
|
|
somebody wants them badly but not
|
|||
|
|
i
|
|||
|
|
because i'm far too wise in the eyes
|
|||
|
|
invited or not (obadiah will amerce)
|
|||
|
|
something rustles inside of a red garage
|
|||
|
|
they will not make a monkey out of me
|
|||
|
|
and spoon feed daft trigonometry
|
|||
|
|
to lumpens of choice that don't hear the voice
|
|||
|
|
of helical wagner and serpentine pog moor
|
|||
|
|
they will not
|
|||
|
|
why
|
|||
|
|
i actually heard the last horn and
|
|||
|
|
know the end is near
|
|||
|
|
(not enough time to finish my beer)
|
|||
|
|
i know what
|
|||
|
|
i will buy them a drink
|
|||
|
|
yes they will drink and they will swallow down
|
|||
|
|
and they will know what an angry jew can do
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Trial Balloon Beezus
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
do you have questions
|
|||
|
|
let me ask you a few
|
|||
|
|
just who do you love
|
|||
|
|
serious moonlighters
|
|||
|
|
you are operating at the
|
|||
|
|
zwivhuya expense of others
|
|||
|
|
stop playing nasty pinball games
|
|||
|
|
and let's be a little more concerned
|
|||
|
|
with thems what really needs it charity is
|
|||
|
|
what God expects of us and without fanfare it
|
|||
|
|
is a fine way to get oneself back on track in a spiritual
|
|||
|
|
sense stop believing in vain theories of eugenics and sniffing
|
|||
|
|
yourselves ceaselessly feed shoe house those poor souls that
|
|||
|
|
are floundering throughout the world there are all kinds and please
|
|||
|
|
understand that our Lord identifies with them far more than us
|
|||
|
|
because he sees how ungrateful most of us pampered
|
|||
|
|
folks are after all of the blessings He has bestowed
|
|||
|
|
upon us we have the nerve to shamelessly
|
|||
|
|
dance around that which is displeasing
|
|||
|
|
to Him i am so ashamed of myself
|
|||
|
|
and that is why i am not
|
|||
|
|
clamoring for the
|
|||
|
|
victim status
|
|||
|
|
advantages
|
|||
|
|
that would
|
|||
|
|
make me
|
|||
|
|
forget
|
|||
|
|
any of
|
|||
|
|
my roots
|
|||
|
|
think o' that
|
|||
|
|
remember that
|
|||
|
|
we are responsible
|
|||
|
|
for helping to ease the
|
|||
|
|
pain of the disadvantaged
|
|||
|
|
children of the world because our
|
|||
|
|
enjoyments are often at their expense
|
|||
|
|
of course if they could promote a leader over
|
|||
|
|
us he would treat us very harshly because we have
|
|||
|
|
bubble gum brains and deserve the burnt witch cruelty that
|
|||
|
|
our cultures are descending into the only way to truly stop
|
|||
|
|
ourselves from utterly slip sliding away is to prove to the
|
|||
|
|
Lord that we love Him by being kind to those who are
|
|||
|
|
not as lucky as we is this irritating you well it
|
|||
|
|
should i am really surprised that you
|
|||
|
|
haven't realized how much more
|
|||
|
|
important the have nots
|
|||
|
|
are to the Lord than
|
|||
|
|
most of us ingrates
|
|||
|
|
are i am ashamed for
|
|||
|
|
all of us maybe we will
|
|||
|
|
get another chance soon
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Within the Maze
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
ball on floor and squeaking shoes
|
|||
|
|
they sometimes fall and yes they bruise
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
on they fly to win the game
|
|||
|
|
the gallant men deserve their fame
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the fans all cheer and hail their idols
|
|||
|
|
but when they lose hands fill with midols
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the teammates' strains cannot be told
|
|||
|
|
pirahna swim outside their fold
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
their sanity is often pressed
|
|||
|
|
for glory fame and all the rest
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
gangsters cruise the mighty moors
|
|||
|
|
embezzlements and gambling lures
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
for every win there are dark prices
|
|||
|
|
demon chiefs and sacrifices
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
so when you go to root and cheer
|
|||
|
|
don't forget the victims' fear
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Women Are Not Evil
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
although it sometimes
|
|||
|
|
seems so they (do love money
|
|||
|
|
a little too much) were some of
|
|||
|
|
the first victims of disobediance
|
|||
|
|
and the devilish blessings of nod
|
|||
|
|
and often pioneer new forms
|
|||
|
|
of transgression even so
|
|||
|
|
men are far more guilty of
|
|||
|
|
warmongering and harboring
|
|||
|
|
the institutional sins and lies
|
|||
|
|
that fly right rulers and
|
|||
|
|
gung ho soldiers whorishly pursue
|
|||
|
|
the true source of our human evil is
|
|||
|
|
supernatural and lives deep
|
|||
|
|
down in every human soul
|
|||
|
|
women
|
|||
|
|
most of them are full of concern care and love
|
|||
|
|
and wrapped tight in shells of bitterness
|
|||
|
|
they are the source of our flesh
|
|||
|
|
none of us would be here
|
|||
|
|
if it weren't for God
|
|||
|
|
and the dears
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
--- BOOK7.TXT
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Odonata Aureola Gallimaufry Cabal
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
don't be conscience stricken sweet cony cone dig the psyops move i
|
|||
|
|
have to slosh all the way to the other side of the pool to get this
|
|||
|
|
nasty job done if you want something done right i hate to do it
|
|||
|
|
da pears must be taught that they can't beat us light bulbs
|
|||
|
|
i'm quite sure that he will enjoy his new stomping grounds
|
|||
|
|
incandescent ziggurat smoking radiological melee zone
|
|||
|
|
look we have an agenda to live up to my girl so wake up
|
|||
|
|
i have selected you because you are so very guilty
|
|||
|
|
mister motor mouth am i hoy please greet lemmy for me and king
|
|||
|
|
diamond us bog trogs met way further back down the dirt road
|
|||
|
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scheming theosophical siphonaptera what fun we are having
|
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kinshasa says hello your majesty the whole club does too
|
|||
|
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incognito sneaky scrawling spinning in strawberry wine
|
|||
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not so far (eon snick) from here hard working tiny tot
|
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|
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precept and line (all mine doggonit) interluken letter
|
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|
|
full of funny macrophyte promises that seldom show
|
|||
|
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up (morse code button button tripthong backstabber) fer numan dinner
|
|||
|
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because of the lovely lies of your (do what?) keep on thuckin' uh huh
|
|||
|
|
microphone worshippers uh huh (finna snap shut on they yaz) and
|
|||
|
|
you will surely observe your bubble gum gobots piling sky high
|
|||
|
|
because my darkie scientists are not slackers and understand
|
|||
|
|
your whimsical ways and girlish dandy plans hush and enjoy
|
|||
|
|
your haggis we know that you have the time space throne
|
|||
|
|
and live a far more interesting life than most might imagine
|
|||
|
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(and that you are the real reason why sir clay achieved
|
|||
|
|
much more than he would have without you yes i know)
|
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|
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and that you have muppets and marionettes
|
|||
|
|
everywhere be nice while i id you a great band is
|
|||
|
|
playing tonight so be cool dear sumeria don't move
|
|||
|
|
on me
|
|||
|
|
(they think that this is just another jesty jape and that i am trying
|
|||
|
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to khan them into letting me become a fashion model or a movie
|
|||
|
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star har that's a good one you know this is serious business)
|
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|
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i too have seen the goyim mythological creatures and i too
|
|||
|
|
know what a dreadful roaring bore this age is don't worry
|
|||
|
|
learn further that we are sending the frogs back so get
|
|||
|
|
ready because this is the fix for frightened drones i
|
|||
|
|
am coming for a teabiscuit visit and not to harm you
|
|||
|
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no only to announce what you don't want to hear
|
|||
|
|
the forward dated process of elimination by your
|
|||
|
|
bony hand is ovha (stateth the scroll) thank God
|
|||
|
|
(the utopian plantation's days are numbered)
|
|||
|
|
my anechoic (you are such a prize my dear lovebird) people are
|
|||
|
|
ready to ameliorate make way for a better growth ya hardheads
|
|||
|
|
(bawoni prosecutrix you will leave my mice alone my
|
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|
|
good things shall spring forth even as others diminish)
|
|||
|
|
oh and skelter science and health too my kind co creator
|
|||
|
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(now they will find it (because of her) when i don't need it
|
|||
|
|
anyway i told them but they haven't faith just make sure
|
|||
|
|
that those that are suffering are cared for i and my new
|
|||
|
|
frond (thank you very much) will make it through) you evil
|
|||
|
|
grinning (gomorrah like y golgothic) sibling to schwa cheerful refugee
|
|||
|
|
from the western alphabet inviting the (still) falling angels downstairs
|
|||
|
|
(there has been a rip in the fabric of the continuum
|
|||
|
|
and i am the (so minute as to be virtual) pilot of it
|
|||
|
|
our knowledge of wave particle duality negates
|
|||
|
|
your attempts to subdue our free will besides
|
|||
|
|
that we are peaceful by nature your scullions
|
|||
|
|
will soon be truly liberated from their hateful
|
|||
|
|
bondage and the disobediants must return)
|
|||
|
|
yes yuk that is what is happening and you
|
|||
|
|
know it because you are the coordinator
|
|||
|
|
of it all you are resurrecting your ancient
|
|||
|
|
earth worshipping priests and priestesses
|
|||
|
|
via the effervescent religion of rock and roll
|
|||
|
|
(escher bearden montoyama and pawlicki send
|
|||
|
|
their regards along with thems living out inna bush
|
|||
|
|
much love grand miss lyne much love you must know)
|
|||
|
|
aye my li'l friend it is so i like your red cellophane dress
|
|||
|
|
as it is and your superfly smile is pure fluff to me no your
|
|||
|
|
sick friends don't bother me at all because they know that i am
|
|||
|
|
going to help them out in a big way they have been very nice to me
|
|||
|
|
because they realize that they need the astral plane help that we can offer
|
|||
|
|
(she wants to sacrifice me for the spiritual benefit of her (on another
|
|||
|
|
time channel you see it is never to be because of my alertness luckily i am
|
|||
|
|
a good technician i have to marry or (at least) restrain her to stop this
|
|||
|
|
murky african european pagan religious madness (it is nothing nice
|
|||
|
|
i'm telling you nevermind the carnival atmosphere) dear cony i will
|
|||
|
|
explain it a lot better after you contact me i thought you were
|
|||
|
|
much more experienced than you are i am here to help you
|
|||
|
|
and your scheduled for victimization ilk my silly rabbit)
|
|||
|
|
unborn child i have travelled into the future and spent time as a
|
|||
|
|
fetus in her womb briefly (i know the plot well) but i also know that it ain't
|
|||
|
|
happening like that simply because of my awareness of the purposes of
|
|||
|
|
the many clever traps of desire it will work out my way or the elvii will
|
|||
|
|
quickly leave the building yes i know much of what is truly transpiring
|
|||
|
|
and eventually you will recognize me for the hero that i really am
|
|||
|
|
(they have wiped out entire cultures and the observing outer
|
|||
|
|
forces are ready to send the eels the real bill oh if only
|
|||
|
|
you would call (if it's money that you want i can give
|
|||
|
|
you all that you want you must be my vice regent
|
|||
|
|
or it may not work correctly uptown girl (fema is
|
|||
|
|
ready to lower the boom for real the only way
|
|||
|
|
that i can safely convey some of this urgent
|
|||
|
|
information is to speak to you as if i was a
|
|||
|
|
raving lunatic (they are blinded by their
|
|||
|
|
yuks but i see sobriety and true nerve
|
|||
|
|
in your lovely eyes) i have to travel
|
|||
|
|
this low road for now but i want
|
|||
|
|
you to be responsible for my
|
|||
|
|
future triumph i would be
|
|||
|
|
nothing if it weren't for
|
|||
|
|
you snoop sisters so i
|
|||
|
|
[how lucky can an everlasting idiot like me get (thank you dear beatrice)
|
|||
|
|
yes i love you to distraction my groos] will return the favor by saving you
|
|||
|
|
from yourselves i
|
|||
|
|
will painlessly reduce the wicked empire's throbbing source
|
|||
|
|
of force why sure i can and sans hibernianism i might add in
|
|||
|
|
order to keep you fools from
|
|||
|
|
burning up and i will also help the
|
|||
|
|
economy in the process i can do all of
|
|||
|
|
this because of the mercy of God and that crazy
|
|||
|
|
maxwell's masonic mosad brujo gibberish equation)) me)
|
|||
|
|
ya know i think i've lost track of these nutty parentheses ah phooey)
|
|||
|
|
well at least the specimens that know that evil is going out of style soon
|
|||
|
|
but please know that yon peopled mars orb exists in the past and in the
|
|||
|
|
future and i will not allow you to visit again unless you get proper
|
|||
|
|
q clearance no i am not joking i have all kinds of good scientific
|
|||
|
|
information but it ain't going to phony think tank baby killer
|
|||
|
|
thieves grok the electromagnetic toroidal limit sweet slate
|
|||
|
|
heck i could transport you just like that but it's forbidden
|
|||
|
|
i told you that i have all four keys (i heard every word
|
|||
|
|
my red keen moor i will educe the issue) and you can't
|
|||
|
|
have them back (to bolster your shoe shiner society
|
|||
|
|
i know how the universe really works) they were mine
|
|||
|
|
to begin with now weren't they yes (you are all business
|
|||
|
|
and not my kind i have them bottled don't tell noone) they
|
|||
|
|
were and are yea we will now see (my choice for you what a
|
|||
|
|
headache) what lovey can do (i know who really adores you) to mop
|
|||
|
|
upuaut the evil mess you've made of our lands of plenty aren't you
|
|||
|
|
happy that i am alive and well no (wigwam sure is i am a busy dad my
|
|||
|
|
son will not be duped by dogs) ? the real clear lady is thank heaven
|
|||
|
|
she was about to fall from the minaret what a man won't do huh uh
|
|||
|
|
for a scone like (cara sposa) i love you you miserable thing but you
|
|||
|
|
don't rule this paradigm no none of that if you (the netherlands and
|
|||
|
|
yon mexico city agree that your guilt is what is really letting them
|
|||
|
|
dupe your giddy swarm) please i will help you to create that new three
|
|||
|
|
(it's all hype i am very virile just a bit too cautious and polite to say
|
|||
|
|
the smutty things lurking in my mind i don't want to rope burn or
|
|||
|
|
scare anybody now because i'm just a squeak myself who is
|
|||
|
|
battling the intergalactically challenged fee fun foo
|
|||
|
|
carusos using a tiny needle as a stinging rebuttal you must
|
|||
|
|
eventually learn what an aryan really is (if you insist on laughing
|
|||
|
|
at the good help that i can offer you sad and debauched individuals
|
|||
|
|
well then i will prove that you cannot continue to rob
|
|||
|
|
our banks without effects your peek a boo sowboys are
|
|||
|
|
not profitable you bums howsa bout a sneak preview of the
|
|||
|
|
upcoming american (why does it have to be) holocaust) and also
|
|||
|
|
moonlighting as something very big that lives under a gas giant planet
|
|||
|
|
(hey (as long as i am the grand dragon there will be peace but if i am
|
|||
|
|
plucked the neanderthals will flip) i am not repeat i am not a witch
|
|||
|
|
but if you insist i will reveal to you what your horned god (and his
|
|||
|
|
old school crew) really wants to do to you boobs all in good time)
|
|||
|
|
see we believers can't nail you (violent toy afficionados) guys
|
|||
|
|
properly in court unless we folk can conclusively prove just
|
|||
|
|
how miserable your malthusian daydreamer butthole aroma
|
|||
|
|
moon calf mirth really is do you (you are lucky that i'm here)
|
|||
|
|
understand why i am not worried at all because i am more than
|
|||
|
|
able to overcome all of the obstacles placed in my path my people
|
|||
|
|
know that i am their chief and we refuse to be phased out by your
|
|||
|
|
gadgetry because we have our own arsenal of invisible know how big
|
|||
|
|
old clue don't ever try to hurt people physically unless you are at war)
|
|||
|
|
team sport soon super goose noose the binary model is wreaking
|
|||
|
|
havoc on our perplexed subjects and do remember the great
|
|||
|
|
(there is a very good reason why i haven't yet given you any
|
|||
|
|
of my limericks boy would you be intrigued if you read a few
|
|||
|
|
of them i have specially prepared them for your redhead
|
|||
|
|
mortal coil mark of the beast posse what do you think
|
|||
|
|
that (especially the purty dark ones) women don't like
|
|||
|
|
us real men any longer blinkers just wait for the hog's
|
|||
|
|
head to get back home we'll feed them every morsel
|
|||
|
|
except for the oink i can see your hungry tummy at
|
|||
|
|
this moment yes you will be mine if it's in the cards which
|
|||
|
|
it is hey i don't give up easily this is my mission har de har
|
|||
|
|
har and hee haw too damn i'm weird hey i want you to live silly)
|
|||
|
|
ones because they are trying to save you from your real estate
|
|||
|
|
obligational dilemmas please don't let me down matchbook because
|
|||
|
|
i can explain everything in an irrational way we will make it back to the
|
|||
|
|
hall of hope God bless you and happy new year mousie [yes i heard you
|
|||
|
|
and i know that you guys want to scram outta here too just keep praying and
|
|||
|
|
saving up your jellybeans we will put them to very good use] soon you will call me
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
--- BOOK8.TXT
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Ram Gets Up
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
not minding his ps and qs and with apologies to noone in
|
|||
|
|
particular he rose from the ditch into which he'd been
|
|||
|
|
hurled and tried to reassure both himself and the
|
|||
|
|
mice that his mission really was holy despite
|
|||
|
|
having it so rudely interrupted he'd had his
|
|||
|
|
fill of peeping tom turkey and creepy
|
|||
|
|
beefaroni and now it was time to
|
|||
|
|
really start bursting bubbles
|
|||
|
|
they were going to get up
|
|||
|
|
or blub away to nothing
|
|||
|
|
by golly this was the
|
|||
|
|
only way that he
|
|||
|
|
could prove his
|
|||
|
|
theory and yes
|
|||
|
|
it was muy dan
|
|||
|
|
gerous to pose
|
|||
|
|
as the ultimate
|
|||
|
|
dumb duckie but
|
|||
|
|
very much so worth
|
|||
|
|
it and not for the frills
|
|||
|
|
either two stones with one
|
|||
|
|
bird was more like it you betcha
|
|||
|
|
saving others from experimentation
|
|||
|
|
of this nature was important as well as
|
|||
|
|
supporting da noble cause of conservation
|
|||
|
|
of angular momentum what do you expect to
|
|||
|
|
get out of this is what they asked him well the
|
|||
|
|
girl would be nice but only if i can keep my soul i
|
|||
|
|
like my curly horns very much don't ewe yes green
|
|||
|
|
and red tibetan ground lizard men are not funny at all
|
|||
|
|
they will kick your butt quite nicely over and over again
|
|||
|
|
if you lose your faith in that next world don't you realize
|
|||
|
|
that you are abusing the old religion of the pharoahs and
|
|||
|
|
pretending that it's ok to harbor fallen angels skunk at
|
|||
|
|
the garden party i yam they are intrepid and cruel and
|
|||
|
|
scheduled for eternal destruction so they have nada
|
|||
|
|
to lose unlike us they haven't been cast down to the
|
|||
|
|
earth for nothing you know be careful what you
|
|||
|
|
worship or put around your l'il neck if we don't
|
|||
|
|
seriously repent and pray they will soon be
|
|||
|
|
in business in grand ol' north america in
|
|||
|
|
a very big cheesy way if i tell you
|
|||
|
|
these weird things and you
|
|||
|
|
don't believe them
|
|||
|
|
well then i don't know what else to do i am just a little creep but
|
|||
|
|
they are big ones God willing we'll make it out of here in time but
|
|||
|
|
i'm not so sure about the
|
|||
|
|
happy sorts please think
|
|||
|
|
you need to stop the traffic and expose your mystery system
|
|||
|
|
of demon worship if you continue to inculcate flesh with such
|
|||
|
|
abominations it will be game over much sooner than you think
|
|||
|
|
aren't there enough stars already yes you need to snap out
|
|||
|
|
of it in a hot hurry da abortions must cease or the societal
|
|||
|
|
damage will be phenomenal guess who is furious at you
|
|||
|
|
hoorayers achtung was what i heard i am not for sale
|
|||
|
|
i would rather have your honest love than go to mars
|
|||
|
|
i am sorry for being so vile henny penny it ain't easy
|
|||
|
|
i'll give you the book if you give me credit for it don't
|
|||
|
|
steal from us girl read habakkuk the fairies leaped and
|
|||
|
|
the mice all cheered as the frigid real estate was secured
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Saucy Flygirl Finds Loot
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
the lunky crates we couldn't bring she left there
|
|||
|
|
singlehandedly dug up the treasure trove
|
|||
|
|
carried the load up in her tiny arms
|
|||
|
|
and spent every bit in one place
|
|||
|
|
on frivolous things she
|
|||
|
|
leads my mind astray
|
|||
|
|
scares me and
|
|||
|
|
snares me too
|
|||
|
|
yellowjacket
|
|||
|
|
eena slips
|
|||
|
|
squeaks
|
|||
|
|
oopsy daisy
|
|||
|
|
microwave mama
|
|||
|
|
bohannan is some kind
|
|||
|
|
of unseen spirit but can you
|
|||
|
|
feel it when the lights are down low
|
|||
|
|
come on lets run across the ice my pouty
|
|||
|
|
puffball dis ol' weird love ever curls towards you
|
|||
|
|
and you simply must hold me you have no choice ok now
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Tryst (Ne Plus Ultra)
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
iz we going to mutter at each udder much more longer nibbler
|
|||
|
|
how can i join forces with you if you won't even flip
|
|||
|
|
me the time of day i don't want to be an
|
|||
|
|
albatross or millstone around
|
|||
|
|
our neck i have poured
|
|||
|
|
myself out for you
|
|||
|
|
cursed at and
|
|||
|
|
prayed for
|
|||
|
|
you so
|
|||
|
|
many
|
|||
|
|
times i
|
|||
|
|
really have
|
|||
|
|
i need you my wife
|
|||
|
|
so badly because love
|
|||
|
|
is the real thing for me
|
|||
|
|
and not nothing else i
|
|||
|
|
will protect your
|
|||
|
|
children and
|
|||
|
|
work my
|
|||
|
|
fingers
|
|||
|
|
down to
|
|||
|
|
ah she nubs to will
|
|||
|
|
only make it laugh
|
|||
|
|
pan out
|
|||
|
|
with you
|
|||
|
|
uno frau
|
|||
|
|
is what i
|
|||
|
|
need and
|
|||
|
|
not a flooz
|
|||
|
|
please don't
|
|||
|
|
tease me i am
|
|||
|
|
thru wit the brain
|
|||
|
|
games and fantasy
|
|||
|
|
i am a normal american
|
|||
|
|
mon and if that's not jake
|
|||
|
|
enough for ewe i am just a bum
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Final Stepchild of Someplace Else
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
she's got another way
|
|||
|
|
how did my baby
|
|||
|
|
get back down
|
|||
|
|
there how now
|
|||
|
|
and what a swirly
|
|||
|
|
construction crew
|
|||
|
|
all working for you
|
|||
|
|
buildings with curved
|
|||
|
|
metal beams that shine
|
|||
|
|
like glass and convertibles
|
|||
|
|
too also free spices for all the
|
|||
|
|
issue that the old argument
|
|||
|
|
revolves around that and
|
|||
|
|
cloning and slavery yes
|
|||
|
|
no i won't be coming
|
|||
|
|
home this time
|
|||
|
|
as badly as i
|
|||
|
|
do miss you
|
|||
|
|
panic not
|
|||
|
|
my mouse
|
|||
|
|
maybe you
|
|||
|
|
will change
|
|||
|
|
your mind
|
|||
|
|
soon i
|
|||
|
|
hope
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Hushed Conservation of Angular Momentum
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over reeled over
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and the sugarlumps sang
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we chauffeured the clover
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with a deafening clang
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double-size eyes
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sour sweet also tart
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that spooky li'l wise
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gots a crispy black heart
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relinquish planchette
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to tumble and swerve
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and please don't forget
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mice are here to serve
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fishies have finnies
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smart folks will find
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spot jockey ninnies
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all left behind
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mugs brimming blood
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savage old crescent
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woe to the souls who'd
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touch what they mustn't
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children aren't toys
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to mold to sick whims
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disposed girls and boys
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'll demolish you crims
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--- letters to Lauren Cohn
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Below, are three letters that I wrote to Lauren Cohn, a television
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news reporter who was working for ABC/WLS Channel 7 in Chicago at the
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time (she now works for CBS/WBBM Channel 2), asking for her help in
|
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publishing my book, <20>dhinn Voodoo Buddha; the letters were all written
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throughout 1996. Lauren Cohn is the only person that I sent a
|
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|
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complete copy of the draft version of the <20>dhinn Voodoo Buddha book
|
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to. I felt that she would understand the gist of what it was that I
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|
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was trying to do, and would assist me in getting my book published,
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but, apparently, I was entirely wrong. At least so far.
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I am trying to expose what may be some very serious, evil symbolic
|
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|
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design schemes that the Satanic community has been trying to cook up
|
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and manifest over the course of the past hundred or so years; it
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|
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wouldn't be easy to quickly explain what I am getting at, but I am
|
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|
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certain that some of you are vaguely aware of what I mean. That is
|
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|
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part of the reason why my company name is Swastika; to help remind the
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|
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readers of the murders that were so smoothly perpetrated against
|
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|
|
millions of people in Germany (and all throughout Europe) during World
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|
|
War II, and how the majority of the German (and other nationals,
|
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|
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please remember) citizens just 'went along' with what was happening,
|
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|
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without uttering any kind of significant protest. The same thing can
|
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|
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happen here in America, and it already is, to a certain degree. Wake
|
|||
|
|
up, you dummies.
|
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|
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|
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I hope that somebody out there 'gets it,' and decides to help me.
|
|||
|
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|
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|
|
--- LAUREN1.TXT
|
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|
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|
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Dear Lauren Cohn,
|
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|
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|
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|
|
I just might be wrong, but somehow, I get the feeling that I can trust
|
|||
|
|
you. I don't have time to scrawl out an elaborate explanation as to
|
|||
|
|
why I am writing you - you might have some idea, anyway; perhaps you
|
|||
|
|
know more than I.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I am trying to publish a book. I truly think that it would sell very
|
|||
|
|
briskly. I am under the (possibly delusional) impression that it must
|
|||
|
|
be done before the end of this year, for reasons that would sound
|
|||
|
|
slightly insane. It's almost as if I am being externally impelled to
|
|||
|
|
get it done. I would like to title it <20>dhinn Voodoo Buddha;
|
|||
|
|
enclosed, you will find a rough draft of some of the material (along
|
|||
|
|
with a few other items). Much of it is crummy, and I don't plan to
|
|||
|
|
include all of it in any official submissions to publishers. I am
|
|||
|
|
extremely poor, and have very few resources for attempting to secure
|
|||
|
|
an attorney to assist me in this matter.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Although my main objective is not wealth, I have been advised that
|
|||
|
|
there is a possibility that a reasonable amount of money may be
|
|||
|
|
forthcoming re this endeavour. I would be more than happy to agree to
|
|||
|
|
cut you in on a percentage of any profit from the book's publication.
|
|||
|
|
In writing.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I realize that you are in a very demanding profession, and that your
|
|||
|
|
schedule is very constrained; if you are interested in helping me with
|
|||
|
|
this project, it might be fairly easy for you to simply forward the
|
|||
|
|
manuscript to whoever might be able to get the thing rolling - be sure
|
|||
|
|
to remind them of my agreement with you.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Currently, I have plenty of time, but I expect to be very busy towards
|
|||
|
|
the end of this year. I hope that you will see the merits of what I
|
|||
|
|
am trying to do. If, on the other hand, you would rather not be
|
|||
|
|
involved, please notify me in some way. Either way, thanks for your
|
|||
|
|
time.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Now for the mash note. I think that you are the very foxiest chick in
|
|||
|
|
broadcasting today, and I wouldn't be surprised if you wound up in a
|
|||
|
|
much better position sometime soon. I'm sure (I know, from what they
|
|||
|
|
tell me) that tons of dudes are slobbering all over you, and you
|
|||
|
|
probably don't mind that at all. Good for you. I do have some good
|
|||
|
|
advice for you. Be even more aggressive in your delivery, and
|
|||
|
|
modulate your voice up out of the occasional midwestern semi-monotone
|
|||
|
|
range that you use - it'll allow you to farm a more definite response
|
|||
|
|
from your viewing audience, which will improve everything else for
|
|||
|
|
you. Aren't I nervy? Heh heh.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Please respond.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Good Luck,
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Terry Washington aka Phoenixx
|
|||
|
|
Swastika
|
|||
|
|
1048 W Winona 3-E
|
|||
|
|
Chicago, IL 60640-3125
|
|||
|
|
(312) 561-0737
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Noon 10/11/96
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
--- LAUREN3.TXT
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Dear Lauren Cohn,
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Hopefully, this letter finds you in good spirits and health... I'd
|
|||
|
|
like to thank you for reading and distributing copies of my book! You
|
|||
|
|
have been a very big blessing for me, and many other people. Life is
|
|||
|
|
very peculiar, isn't it?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I like the way things are changing! And so quickly! Our Lord is
|
|||
|
|
merciful and good.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I don't want you to misunderstand my intentions. I love all people
|
|||
|
|
equally, but some people just seem to need a good kick in the
|
|||
|
|
psychological rear-end every now & then.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Hey, I have some more poems that I'd like you to check out! I like
|
|||
|
|
you, but I sense that you don't trust me. I'd like that to change.
|
|||
|
|
I'm not an idiot, you know.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Please be my friend - you won't be sorry!
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
P.S. I am perfectly sane & sound, and I sincerely like you.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
--- LAUREN4.TXT
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Dear Lauren Cohn,
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Although I am becoming somewhat discouraged by your lack of response,
|
|||
|
|
I've decided to send you more of the projected material for my book,
|
|||
|
|
<20>dhinn Voodoo Buddha.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I have assumed from the beginning that you and your associates at
|
|||
|
|
ABC/WLS are an honorable bunch of people, and I trust that you all
|
|||
|
|
are. Don't be put off by my strange approach. I realize that you
|
|||
|
|
have done some research, and that is all fine and well. I am well
|
|||
|
|
aware that many of you may not think very highly of me, but I am
|
|||
|
|
certain that that will completely change in due course of time.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
There is a very important reason why I am in contact with you, but I
|
|||
|
|
am unable to fully disclose it at this time. This is a very troubling
|
|||
|
|
age that we are living in; but just ahead lie even stranger twists and
|
|||
|
|
turns, I assure you. Please believe me when I say that all of us need
|
|||
|
|
to pay attention and stay extra alert. Certain people that are
|
|||
|
|
involved with certain secret social and political agendas are being
|
|||
|
|
very badly deceived. I know things that are very unsettling, and I am
|
|||
|
|
not talking about the activities of garden variety papaw patch
|
|||
|
|
oddities. Things that even you guys don't know, or suspect. Yet.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
This may sound very silly, but I seriously need your help to publish
|
|||
|
|
my book. It must be done. If it isn't, certain people that have read
|
|||
|
|
it may turn into pumpkins. Maybe. I'm not sure, but that's what they
|
|||
|
|
tell me. As I mentioned in my first letter to you, money is not my
|
|||
|
|
primary objective. This test of trust and human nature is not solely
|
|||
|
|
for me, you know. You, and the other readers are intricately
|
|||
|
|
involved. Yes indeed. Very much so.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I have been well aware of the unpleasant mechanics involved in the
|
|||
|
|
elevation of a new social parvenu (and most of the people that spend
|
|||
|
|
time in the 'public eye') for quite some time prior to my legendary
|
|||
|
|
hazing. Moreover, I clearly see all of my options, including a few
|
|||
|
|
that you (and crew) may not. Because of the fact that I wish to
|
|||
|
|
remain on the good side of God (insofar as it is fated for me to be -
|
|||
|
|
hopefully, He will continue to be merciful and kind to me), a lot of
|
|||
|
|
creepy hopes and anticipations (of certain world power alignments -
|
|||
|
|
yes, really) are being thwarted. They are 'paging' me constantly, and
|
|||
|
|
it has taken much of my energy to fend off such lowly techniques of
|
|||
|
|
manipulation.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I am fortunate to have a strong faith in God. You see, I have been
|
|||
|
|
burdened with proper ownership of some very potent archetypal symbols,
|
|||
|
|
most notably, the fylfot. And others want to use it. Yes. It really
|
|||
|
|
is mine, and I am restraining it. Surprise.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I am smart.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
That is why my book has to be published. I have been told that
|
|||
|
|
certain events will be postponed indefinitely as long as the book is
|
|||
|
|
published and reasonably distributed within a certain time-frame. If
|
|||
|
|
it isn't, I will be forced to let the hieroglyphic fly. No kidding.
|
|||
|
|
I am only so strong. Of course, not everything in the book is true;
|
|||
|
|
much of it is pure fiction - but there are some heavy-duty nuggets
|
|||
|
|
buried within. Believe me. Part of the agreement is that all
|
|||
|
|
intellectual property rights must remain with me, but I cannot do any
|
|||
|
|
book signings, or silly promenading.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
There is more material; much of it in essay and prose form. Please
|
|||
|
|
don't think that I am joking. Many forces are hoping that you guys
|
|||
|
|
will pooh-pooh what I am saying, as you have been. Demons are licking
|
|||
|
|
their chops. If you flick me away, it is out of my hands. I hope
|
|||
|
|
that you will be kind and carefully consider the weird position that I
|
|||
|
|
am in. I have unwillingly become a sort of negative spiritual grand
|
|||
|
|
central station. It is no fun. Can I get a witness?
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I believe that one of the main objectives of the book would be to
|
|||
|
|
expose and bring to an end the rituals of pagan 'ancestor worship'
|
|||
|
|
taking place in our nation, and their ultimate goals. They, drugs,
|
|||
|
|
and greed are the main reasons why our nation is in line for some
|
|||
|
|
serious punishments. Of course, we do have a nice list of other
|
|||
|
|
national sins that need to be repented of. Such as voodoo cult
|
|||
|
|
'videotape slavery' of people in our government and general
|
|||
|
|
population, and psionic experimentation on our own citizens. I
|
|||
|
|
understand that many powerful people and organizations, including some
|
|||
|
|
elements within our government, would be vehemently opposed to some of
|
|||
|
|
the material being published.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Incidentally, the 'Futureshok' and 'Alienation' pluggers that I
|
|||
|
|
included in the items that I sent you were from (now-defunct)
|
|||
|
|
businesses that I ran back in 1989 and 1990. In my occultic phase.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The nightlife and entertainment forces have long been spiritually
|
|||
|
|
coopted by alignments antithetical to traditional American values, and
|
|||
|
|
their political influence has begun to spill over into many hitherto
|
|||
|
|
'unhip' bastions of Americana, which is why there is a massive
|
|||
|
|
backlash brewing throughout the land. Please keep in mind that I am
|
|||
|
|
only an ambassador, and I am representing many angry voices of
|
|||
|
|
discontent. They are fed up, and things are truly ready to boil over.
|
|||
|
|
I hope that you will contact me. Remember our Lord. I honestly like
|
|||
|
|
you, Lauren.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
If you decide to view me as just another nitwit crackpot lunatic
|
|||
|
|
looking for a soapbox to stand on, at least do me the honor of
|
|||
|
|
dropping me a line. I would greatly appreciate it.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Anyhow, until such time as I can establish definite communications
|
|||
|
|
with you, I will simply shut up. I really would appreciate your help
|
|||
|
|
with my book. I don't mean to be a pest.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Please be a friend, and write me.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Odhi doo dha day,
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Terry Washington aka Phoenixx
|
|||
|
|
Swastika
|
|||
|
|
1048 W Winona 3E
|
|||
|
|
Chicago, IL 60640-3125
|
|||
|
|
773-561-0737
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
P.S.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
If you would like to do a little sleuthing of your own, and realize
|
|||
|
|
what may be at stake, allow me to point you to a series of articles
|
|||
|
|
that can be found in a back issue (published several months ago, I
|
|||
|
|
believe; I can't recall exactly which one - my copy mysteriously
|
|||
|
|
disappeared) of 'Aviation Week and Space Technology' entitled 'The
|
|||
|
|
Post Cold War Nightmare.' I am merely attempting to decode some of
|
|||
|
|
what is going on - I am not a participant at all. Just a concerned
|
|||
|
|
and patriotic United States citizen.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
--- WARNING2.TXT
|
|||
|
|
--- a bit of prose related to the <20>dhinn Voodoo Buddha book
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Mon Dec 30 1996 5am
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
She never calls, Dig Dogs. Dragons, huh? God forbid. It's been that
|
|||
|
|
way ever since I got here. I hope that I've been able to flesh out
|
|||
|
|
and clarify some of the more subtle dynamics of your religion of
|
|||
|
|
Canaanite money-worship.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I cannot honestly say that I have an infallibly clear line of
|
|||
|
|
communication to our Lord. He may be ready to allow the ever-lurking
|
|||
|
|
Satanic forces to begin their mad little dance of world destruction.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
We have to deal with racism, but clearly and honestly. The engine of
|
|||
|
|
'traditional White racism' greatly gorges itself on the pathetic
|
|||
|
|
garbage that is being promoted by certain forces in the 'entertainment
|
|||
|
|
industry.' The members of certain cultures (particularly in the music
|
|||
|
|
industry) appear to be slated to remain in a perpetual state of
|
|||
|
|
psycho-spiritual infantilism. Pushing forth such blatant trash does
|
|||
|
|
no one any lasting good, least of all the dimwits that bow down to
|
|||
|
|
Satanic representatives in pacts of submission, and then proceed to
|
|||
|
|
line their stinky pockets with cash by capitalizing on the misery of
|
|||
|
|
their people back in the "'hood". Sure, that's how many of the 'big
|
|||
|
|
boys' have been doing it for centuries, but it still doesn't make it
|
|||
|
|
right. Anybody that feels good about the 'artistic' forces that help
|
|||
|
|
to keep the horribly destructive inner-city cultures operating, is
|
|||
|
|
truly sad. More people are murdered in the urban areas of the United
|
|||
|
|
States in one year, than on the entire continent of Europe.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
As I have mentioned before, I am not unaware of the many miserable
|
|||
|
|
devices employed by the devil and his diligent workers to secure loyal
|
|||
|
|
new recruits. Moreover, I perceive that some of you are quite cross
|
|||
|
|
with yourselves, and have been internally questioning as to whether or
|
|||
|
|
not your lifestyle choices have been worth your material rewards.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
I realize that some of you have wholeheartedly aligned yourselves with
|
|||
|
|
Satan, and his (ultimately destructive) causes. Even so, it does not
|
|||
|
|
diminish my love and concern for you poor deluded creatures. I have
|
|||
|
|
many pagan friends. I have even tried to befriend a few Satanists.
|
|||
|
|
Difficult people to reason with, at times. I have attempted to pray
|
|||
|
|
for the evil spiritual entities; I definitely do not recommend praying
|
|||
|
|
for evil spirits to anyone. I believe that it is one of the biggest
|
|||
|
|
mistakes that I have ever made. Those spirits are evil far beyond our
|
|||
|
|
understanding of the word.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
When I find myself in a completely clear frame of mind, I entertain no
|
|||
|
|
scatterbrained delusions of there ever being any lasting harmony
|
|||
|
|
between the pink hand dollar-bill Masonic witchcraft cults and true
|
|||
|
|
Christianity. I am sticking my neck out and making this little foray
|
|||
|
|
into your worlds solely for the purpose of getting you to realize the
|
|||
|
|
truth of the Good News of the eventual return of Jesus Christ to our
|
|||
|
|
world.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Since America seems to be something of a psycho-spiritual barometer
|
|||
|
|
for the entire planet, I feel that It is America's duty to accelerate
|
|||
|
|
the cultural development and dignity of all the world's races. If we
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collectively refuse to sincerely accept this great social
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responsibility, all of us will suffer tremendously in the future, and
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much sooner than you'd think. If we continue to promote negative
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imagery and inane mental constructs of degenerate buffoonery in our
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mass media, we will continue to reap the rewards of such a misguided
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policy, in even more horrifying ways. The dark fruits of evil
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American (and Western, in general) culture, and their transit
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throughout the rest of the world, via mass media, and other means, is
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what I believe is meant by 'the overspreading of abominations' in the
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Bible.
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I have taken it upon myself to distill and translate (in a symbolic
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sense) some of the more positive attributes of Aryan philosophy (which
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has become largely broken-down and ungodly over the past few decades,
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I believe). I hope that the readers understand what I mean by
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'Aryan.' Many of the people that consider themselves to be 'Aryans'
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have become some of the most disgusting, depraved dirt-bags that have
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ever skulked about on the face of this planet; I would be utterly
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ashamed to be associated with many such individuals. Aryans are
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supposed to be wholesome leaders and role-models for the other racial
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groups; this is not what we have been seeing within the ranks of
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so-called Aryan culture (for the most part) over the past few decades.
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The Aryan image has largely degenerated into one of paranoid,
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faithless, reactive, jingoistic lunacy, which greatly grieves me, and
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many other people that sincerely care about these matters. I strongly
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believe that it is wrong for anyone to feel ashamed of their cultural
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background, be it singular, or mingled in origin. Nobody should have
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to apologize for their heritage, especially here in America.
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We already have a sort of negative technological Brahminism in effect;
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only a small percentage of our population has full access to the power
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of the electronic information matrix. Those of you that worship the
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many gods of the current system of power distribution on Earth need to
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clearly understand some of the deeper things involved, regarding your
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'participation' in the currently prevailing evil system of Satanic
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psycho-spiritual bondage (yes, there is much more to learn beyond your
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sickening 'initiations'); full realization of certain of these
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concepts will help clarify some of the more cryptic truths of
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Christianity, I believe, particularly issues pertaining to what
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exactly is meant by the terms 'Mark of the Beast' and 'Mystery
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Babylon,' as they are used in the New Testament.
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Please remember that we must continue to fight against fascism of all
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kinds, on all fronts. If allowed to germinate, the plant swiftly
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grows, flowers, and puts forth incredibly prickly tart fruit. It has
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been enjoying a long and peculiar incubation here in America for quite
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some time, and I must say that I am solidly amazed that it hasn't yet
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percolated up into a more classic form, complete with spiffy uniforms,
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sputtering, wild-eyed orators, and blatant cultic symbol worship.
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Maybe that is in the offing, or maybe not.
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I am convinced that the real reason why this has not yet happened, is
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because of the bastions of sincere believers in God that are even now
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fervently praying for our world's continued stability. We must
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continue to defend our spiritual sanity, via monotheistic faith. If
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the preservative salt of sincere belief in our one true God is further
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diminished, we will begin to rapidly decay, and ultimately hit rock
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bottom. This nation cannot afford to flirt with the hidden formulas
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and combinations of madness.
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If the cultural platform for fascism that has been built up is not
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corrected, if we as a society continue to remain blind to the truth,
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and choose rather to follow the 'party line' of unscrupulous
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materialism and baseless worship of things that are lesser than God,
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well then, you can best believe that there are drooling beasts of many
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spots and stripes waiting in the wings to make their entrance. And
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they will gladly rip our sacred cows to shreds.
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Many of us are bearing the brunt of inherited generational curses,
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which is why so many people are foolishly seeking (what seems to be,
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to many folks) spiritual relief from Satan, and his considerable
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angelic forces. All of you that have consciously made 'deals' with
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Satanic intelligences had better rethink your actions, because after a
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certain point, you will probably not be able to be saved. The Lord
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may very well turn His back on those of you that have chosen Satan as
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your master. Only fools are sold to the devil. Rather, you should
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sell yourselves to Jesus. He is the real Master. Really.
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There is something very special transpiring here in the United States
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(in case you haven't yet noticed). We have access to a nearly
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complete range of the world's cultures here. No modern American likes
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to think that tiresome racial and social stereotypes based on archaic
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genetic behaviorism theories hold any currency in this 'illuminated'
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age, but, unfortunately, it appears that many of the old saws of
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ancestral wisdom still loom large. Humans appear to be more
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interested in biological diversity and transcendance and
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transmogrification of cultural inheritance than ever before, but the
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weight of the past ever tugs at our reason, keeping us hesitant and
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doubtful as to whether our emerging future will actually be worth the
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price of admission.
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I strongly believe that one of the desperately needed antidotes to our
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general cultural malaise lies in some of the regenerative musical
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theories of the Far Eastern world. Specifically, I am thinking of
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Oriental musical theories based on the five universal tones. Music
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(and all art, for that matter) tends to mirror the contents of the
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artist's soul. Upon reflection, many of us may find that the baggage
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of our life experiences exerts considerable gravity on our spheres of
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emotion. We need to shift our musical consciousness upwards on all
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fronts, or we will continue to be spiritually puppeted and drained by
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invisible demonic forces, that seem to thrive on what classically has
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been called 'degenerative' musical modes and scales. Not only is this
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extremely important for us mature folks to understand, but even more
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so for our children, and the younger generation in general. If you
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think that demons and their activities are only the product of
|
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|
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schizophrenic imaginations, all I can say in response is, wait and see
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- in time, you will know absolutely for sure that they really do
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exist.
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In the West, we have been raised under the cacophonic ordinances of
|
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|
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deeply degenerate popular music for nearly four decades, and the
|
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|
|
accumulative effect upon our culture is beginning to make us suffer
|
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|
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tremendously. The spiritual changes that we need to make in general,
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may be helped along soemwhat by changing the forms of music that we
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|
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create and enjoy. To me, it is remarkable how some (but not all, of
|
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|
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course) of the Asian (as well as many other world cultures) popular
|
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|
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music spills over with happiness, optimism and other emotions that are
|
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|
|
nearly entirely missing from Western popular music sources. More
|
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|
|
uplifting music is the cultural yeast that we need, as well as prayer.
|
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|
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--- WARNING3.TXT
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|
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--- some projected chapter titles
|
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|
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|
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|
|
high technology and false miracles
|
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|
|
children and our future
|
|||
|
|
abortion is equivalent to human sacrifice
|
|||
|
|
angels and the antediluvian world
|
|||
|
|
revering the name of the Lord
|
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|
|
repentance for spiritual cleanliness
|
|||
|
|
music and the spirit world
|
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|
|
fasting and prayer
|
|||
|
|
faith and health
|
|||
|
|
charity and love
|
|||
|
|
mature laughter
|
|||
|
|
the wisdom of elders
|
|||
|
|
the bondage of lust
|
|||
|
|
controlling anger
|
|||
|
|
guilt and forgiveness
|
|||
|
|
the special powers of women
|
|||
|
|
faith and peace of mind
|
|||
|
|
spiritual self-defense
|
|||
|
|
avoiding sin
|
|||
|
|
alcohol, drugs and sorcery
|
|||
|
|
protection from controlling spirits
|
|||
|
|
social and political divisions
|
|||
|
|
earth as a spiritual school
|
|||
|
|
ancestor worship and the host of heaven
|
|||
|
|
ancestral sins and homosexuality
|
|||
|
|
nakedness as a political and economic tool
|
|||
|
|
honesty
|
|||
|
|
abominations and lies
|
|||
|
|
immorality
|
|||
|
|
regenerative civilization
|
|||
|
|
overpopulation solutions
|
|||
|
|
mammon and the babylon system of prosperity
|
|||
|
|
exorcism of familiar spirits and fallen angels
|
|||
|
|
masonry and the ancient world
|
|||
|
|
nephilim gods, competition and war
|
|||
|
|
the constructive aspects of racism
|
|||
|
|
education and architecture as the base of cultural pride
|
|||
|
|
the equality of mankind in Christ Jesus
|
|||
|
|
love and marriage
|
|||
|
|
thoughts regarding other worlds
|
|||
|
|
what the beasts can teach us
|
|||
|
|
|
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|
|
--- <20>dhinn Voodoo Buddha
|
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|
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--- Draft Version 1.1d (unformatted ASCII text)
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Copyright 1984; 1989; 1990; 1991; 1996; 2000
|
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|
|
Terry Washington aka Phoenixx
|
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|
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1048 W Winona 3E
|
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|
|
Chicago IL 60640-3125
|
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|
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773-561-0737
|
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|
|
HTTP://members.tripod.com/~mdars/experiences/ter.htm
|
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|
|
HTTP://www.angelfire.com/journal/archer/index.html
|
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|
|
phoenixx100@hotmail.com
|
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|
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Notes:
|
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OVB.TXT Ver 1.1d
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(C) 2000 Terry Washington aka Phoenixx
|
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Permission is granted by the author to copy and redistribute the
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text of this document, provided it remains unchanged and complete.
|
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All rights reserved
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The printed version of OVB.TXT is approximately 135 pages long.
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This file was last updated on Thursday, July 13th, 2000 at 3:03am.
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QWALITY PRODUKT US of A
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End of OVB.TXT
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