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This file contains poems that I have collected over time. It's mostly
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of poems that Dark Nite and myself have written. And whenever I found a good
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one from someone else I added it. I finally decided to upload it to other
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boards. Hope ya enjoy it.
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Semper Fi!
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SEEYA!
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Sometime in April, 1989
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Little Jane
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Seems to me, Jane,
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Little Jane.
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Your beauty awes me,
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I lust for you, Jane.
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Little Jane.
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Long, soft, blonde hair,
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Lips of pearl,
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Blue eyes, Eyes that never see.
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Eyes of a cat.
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Oh beautiful Jane,
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Little Jane.
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You leave without a word,
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Your eyes don't see.
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You've taken my heart,
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And broke it, so cruel.
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I lust after you, Jane.
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Eyes not of a puss,
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But of a Puma.
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That turned and broke my heart.
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Seems to me, Jane.
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Little Jane.
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- Written by Doctor Murdock -
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The Page, Ingrid Brett
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"We are the things that Were and Shall be again...we want what is your...LIFE!
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By the words of the Book. Dead By Dawn!"
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Evil Dead ][
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I crawl in the sun,
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Oh it's so hot.
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I crawl on the beach,
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For shade there is not.
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I have a bag of heroin,
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Oh, how I treasure.
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For this bag is my friend,
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I will lose it never.
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I have no food,
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Nor any water.
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It's summer,
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Now it's much hotter.
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Three days, no food to be eaten,
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I have a knife and some thread,
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If I I lose to much blood,
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I will then be dead.
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I now have one leg,
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Oh, where are the ships?
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I'm hungry again,
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All thats left are my hips.
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I can only take one arm,
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For I need one to eat.
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After this arm,
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There will be no more meat.
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Sand is hot,
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It's so hard to move.
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I'm a bloody stump,
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I need some more food.
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I have nothing now,
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But my heroin is here.
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Sniff. Sniff.
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Now, life is more clear.
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Here I lie,
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In the sand, I cry.
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I'm stoned,
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I'm high.
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Now I shall die.
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- Doctor Murdock
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"Stranded and Stoned"
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-
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In my Tower,
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I see the mass.
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They seem so happy,
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They picnic in the grass.
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I sight one now,
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His face, it smiles.
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I fire my shot,
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It can be heard for miles.
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There here the sound,
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They all become quiet.
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They look in wonder,
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Then starts a riot.
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They scream,
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They run.
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I fire my gun.
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Another dies,
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They drop like flies.
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Pain and sorrow,
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I have no pity.
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I'm in my Tower,
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I overlook the city.
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Bam Bam,
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Two more die quick.
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I load my gun,
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It's my death stick.
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It's now time to go,
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I've done my dead.
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Forgive me not,
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I'm the evil stead.
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They'll try for revenge,
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I'll give them none.
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I'm in my Tower,
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I have my gun.
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Gun to my head,
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Fire.....I'm dead.
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- Doctor Murdock
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"My Tower"
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=
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Little Bug,
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You can't hide from me.
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You try and run,
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I follow thee.
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I watch you close,
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Amuzing you are.
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Fear in your soul,
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You can't run that far.
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Little Bug,
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You are my friend.
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You work so hard,
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So that will end.
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Run run run,
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You move so fast.
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Around a rock,
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Through the grass.
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Little Bug,
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Little friend.
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When I get bored,
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Your job will end.
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Little Bug,
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Too bad you can't fly.
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<SMASH>,
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Goodbye.
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- Doctor Murdock
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"Little Bug"
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Title: Poem.... Msg# 3 of 5
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By: Dark Nite #36 Status: Public
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Date: 1:25 pm Sun Jul 09, 1989 Board: Music Madness!
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Of fools' New Appetites
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Suppose that we could see the world unraped,
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by man, without a defect. Only lakes,
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ravines and beauty all around. Uncaped
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of filth and smog; serene and peaceful; aches
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and worries gone; just nature running free.
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I weep because it will never be.
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Dark Nite
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Date: 1:21 pm Wed Jul 12, 1989 Board: Hobbies etc.
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No the beautiful is making sexual comments...
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tsk-tsk...
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Oh well, here goes another poem...
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(more satan)
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The Storm
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Capricious Skys darken the south
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as the last saint is laid into the sepulcher.
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Men watch as the heaven's foreboding
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leaves them in utter mystery.
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The canopy of black rises into unrelenting rage,
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appeasing the evil, beating down the good,
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and leading the undecided evermore to the south.
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Few men stand against the Tumult,
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preferring to supplicate to he who is truly dark,
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the storm incarnate. Those who stand are soon put
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into threshers to become food for the
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low. The saint weeps, but her tears simply
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become part of an unheard oration.
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Dark Nite
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<20><><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>ķ
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<20> Dark Nite <20>
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"When Pit Bulls Play"
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You see? You see?
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They're running after me.
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I can't stop now,
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I have to live somehow.
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They run so fast,
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I'd better haul ass.
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Big heads, big jaws,
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Sharp teeth, strong paws.
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If I slow down,
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And they get within range,
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I'll soon be dead,
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Isn't that strange?
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If they lock on,
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Kiss my ass goodbye.
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They'll shred me alive,
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And soon after, I'll die.
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They run and run,
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They never give up.
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Single track mind,
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A fence? I'm stuck!
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I can go no further,
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I turn and see...
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These demons from Hell,
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About to eat me.
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They jump, they land,
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What came off? My hand.
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My leg, it jerks,
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Blood it spurts.
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One grabs my chest,
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It crushes at best.
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My arm, one holds,
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<crack>, it folds.
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I play dead,
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Oh god help me.
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Make them leave,
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Hear my plea.
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Muzzles covered with blood,
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I lie still, in the mud.
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They leave me to die,
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God....why?
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Here I stay,
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One arm, one leg.
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Crippled, maimed.
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For life I now beg.
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They run free, run wild.
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They attack all, even a child.
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Pity on those, that stand in their way,
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When Pit Bulls play, they take life away.
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"When Pit Bulls Play"
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- Doctor Murdock
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Inspired by my dog Cremator...APBT.
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"Oh, Laurie"
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Oh Laurie, Oh Laurie,
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You look so cool.
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I see your tight thighs,
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It makes me drool.
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If I give you a Beer,
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Will you be a sweat Dear?
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Will you wear white lace,
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And sit on my face?
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Your legs are smooth,
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They're perfect for me.
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What do you want?
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So I can fuck thee.
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Your body, your face.
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I want to embrace.
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You're chest, your breast,
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I think I like best.
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Your tits are so fine,
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They're pert and large.
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Can I sink my face,
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And play "Deep sea Barge"?
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Oh how I'd like,
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To fuck you doggie style,
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Will you bend over,
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And bark for awhile?
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Tit fuck you,
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I'd like to do.
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Anal bang? I think I'll pass,
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But Ed and Guy would love your ass.
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I'll eat your cunt,
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I'll make you hum.
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You suck my dick,
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Until I cum.
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Spread those legs wide,
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Your cunt I shall plow.
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If only Stanley E. Yale,
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Could see you now.
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Sploodge you'll slurp,
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You'll get every bit.
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All over your chest,
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All over your tit.
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Oh Laurie, oh Laurie,
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You're so cute on your knees.
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I cum on your face,
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Uuunnggh, get out please....
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"Oh Laurie"
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- Doctor Murdock
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Inspired by Laura Jenson in my Psychology class (I hope to god she never
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reads this...).
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The THORAZINE SHUFFLE
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-By Doctor Murdock
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-Extra chemical testing by Sir Death
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Ya know them nights that you get so high?
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So high, on a hill over-lookin the town.
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So high, so high, ya just can't come down.
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Doin Speed all night,
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Can't count the lines of Cocaine.
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Your head hits the pillow,
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You're feelin NO pain.....
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Gotta get up early, gotta job to do.
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So ya reach over to the table, under some magazines.
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Ya see your littles helpers, some 25milligram THORAZINES!
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Thorazine, Thorazine,
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Oh how you make me feel fine.
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25 milligrams, 2 or 3.
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Relaxin every muscle of mine.
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Can't stare at the ceiling, ya gotta get some sleep.
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Thorazine will put you out, teeth you won't be chewin.
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But The next day, The THORAZINE Shuffle is what you'll be doin'.
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Where do ya get some?
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I'll tell ya for a couple hits.
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Ya gotta bribe dentists and doctors,
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Out of their perscription slips.
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Shuffle a little to the Left,
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A little to the Right.
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Rockin and a rockin,
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You'll be doin' it all night.
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Twichin on Meth? Tweakin on Coke? Got the need for Speed?
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Ya can do all these...and feel just grand.
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And it's all ok, if ya got some Thorazine at hand.
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People think your dancin,
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To music only you can hear.
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When they ask, "Whatcha doin'?"
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Just say, "The Thorazine Shuffle, ma Dear!"
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Small price to pay,
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For a small friend indeed.
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When your just to high to sleep,
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50 miligrams of Thorazine is all ya need!
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TALISMAN'S NOTES
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Here we live on a planet of Doom;
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Corruption and pain surrounds us all;
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Death, day by day. All lose around us;
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All lose at the game of life. His life.
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So sure am I,
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I know soon, I'll die.
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I riddle, a riddle, and Alligator dribble.
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Death will rise, so the riddle you'd better memorize.
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It hides in corners and waits for the weak;
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For the strong are hard to take;
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But all will be caught, whether tough or meek;
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For It is everywhere at once, forever waiting.
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So sure am I,
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I know soon, I'll die.
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Seventh Son of a Seventh Son, chosen by one.
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Ever by fate, our lives, we wait.
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It will come when you are sick;
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It will show no mercy, for your life is one of many;
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It shows no emotion but must feed;
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It is there. But never where? Know the riddle true.
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So sure am I,
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I know soon, I'll die.
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Macabre is It. The riddle is His.
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The Journey is for no mortal. Solve the riddle, find the portal.
|
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|
It is the slayer of mortal beings;
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For the collector of souls is It;
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Eternity is It's home. Forever is It's life;
|
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It has a master. It is His servant. What? Who?
|
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|
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Keep sight of your goal. Or the Demon Nymph will swallow your soul.
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A sacrafice you must. And your Death, you must trust.
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Written by,
|
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Doctor Murdock ;(
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=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
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OH HOW I LOVE TO LOVE MY HEATHER
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By Ed Smith
|
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accompanied by Guy Prince
|
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Now I used to get so drunk, ol'Doc couldn't tell whether I
|
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was dead or alive.
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Decided to settle down, sose I got married at the age of
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twenty five.
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She had a couple of teeth missing and a bowl hair cut, ooh
|
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wee.....what a cuute little thang.
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A bow legged bell of the ball, in sixth grade gotsta be at
|
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least twelve or thirtaane
|
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Oooh weeee, I love my sweet thang
|
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Oh I love to love my Heather. I love to love my Heather more
|
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than I love my pickup, houndogs and my beer all put together.
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Now nine months later, came our first boy by the name of
|
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Billy-bob.
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|||
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And just five months after, along came twins 'bout
|
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the time that I lost my job.
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We had to buckle down, scrimp and save all our nickles, dimes
|
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and pennies.
|
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That meant no more of them romantic dinners, down at the
|
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local Denny's.
|
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Ooooh weee, I love my sweet thang
|
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|
Oh I love to love my Heather. I love to love my Heather more
|
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|
than I love my pickup, houndogs and my beer all put together.
|
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|
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|
The pickup would hardly run, the dogs went hungry, but ol'
|
|||
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Heather never shed a tear.
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|
|||
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I pitched in and did my part, as I had to switch to generic
|
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beer.
|
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|
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My gal was lookin' raggy, as all her clothes were just a
|
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|
fallin' apart.
|
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|
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|
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|
Couldn't wait till I got some extra cash, to buy her fancy
|
|||
|
things from K-MART.
|
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|
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|
|||
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Oooh wee, I love my sweet thang
|
|||
|
Oh I love to love my Heather. I love to love my Heather more
|
|||
|
than I love my pickup, houndogs and beers all put together.
|
|||
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|
|||
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|
|||
|
Gone down thru' life, not carin' not really knoin' what love
|
|||
|
was about, stickin' together when life got messy, like
|
|||
|
guttin' a trout, not listnin' to Heather when she got fussy.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
Ya see life's kinda funny in it's own way.
|
|||
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|
|||
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|
|||
|
Oooh wee, I love my sweet thang
|
|||
|
Oh I love to love my Heather. I love to love my Heather more
|
|||
|
than I love my pickup, houndogs and beer all put together.
|
|||
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|
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|
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|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
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|
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|
BUD
|
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|
|||
|
BUD is the lord of our time
|
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|
|||
|
Hey BUD as I walk through the valley of the shadow of ANHEUSER-BUSCH
|
|||
|
I fear no Coors
|
|||
|
Thy alcohol consume me thy 3.2% BUDWEISER comfort me and I will walk
|
|||
|
with the glory of alcohol on my breath all the days of my life
|
|||
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|
|||
|
JANUARY 1 National Alcohol Day
|
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2 Alcohol Replenishing Day
|
|||
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3 PrePost Alcohol Replenising Day
|
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4 Post Alcohol Replenising Day
|
|||
|
5 BUDWEISER Day
|
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6 Coors Hating Day
|
|||
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7 BUD Lovers Day
|
|||
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8 Alcohol Respect Day
|
|||
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9 Alcohol Lovers Day
|
|||
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10 St. BUD Day
|
|||
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11 Sixpack Day
|
|||
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12 12 Pack Day
|
|||
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13 Case Day
|
|||
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14 BUD Party Day
|
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15 BUD Drinking Day
|
|||
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16 BUD Recovory Day
|
|||
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17 Precious Bodily Fluid Day
|
|||
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18 King Of Beers Day
|
|||
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19 Beer Day
|
|||
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20 Ice Cold BUD Day
|
|||
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21 This BUD'S For You Day
|
|||
|
22 Happiness Is A Cold BUD Day
|
|||
|
23 Drink Day
|
|||
|
24 Two Fisted Drinking Day
|
|||
|
25 See Now Much One Can Drink Day
|
|||
|
26 BBQ & BUD Day
|
|||
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27 Beach BUD Day
|
|||
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28 Love That BUD Day
|
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29 BUD Festivities Day
|
|||
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30 ANHEUSER-BUSCH Day
|
|||
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31 Genuine BUDWEISER Day
|
|||
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|
|||
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|
|||
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|
|||
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|
|||
|
Repeat For The Rest Of The BUD Year
|
|||
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|
|||
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|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
|||
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|
|||
|
Title: ..... Msg# 29 of 30
|
|||
|
By: Dark Nite #36 Status: Public
|
|||
|
Date: 1:30 pm Sun Jul 24, 1989 Board: Music Madness!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The silver streaks fill the sky,
|
|||
|
Their immense size is comaprable to none..
|
|||
|
I watch them as they fall...
|
|||
|
Like the tear drops of God.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Our existence is over..
|
|||
|
We cannot prevent it now..
|
|||
|
The stupidity of knowledge
|
|||
|
We are the dead.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The aftermath of apocalypse..
|
|||
|
The end of life.
|
|||
|
A baby cries amongst the rubble.
|
|||
|
and the cycle begins once again..
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Dark Nite
|
|||
|
"Silver Streaks In the Sky"
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
|||
|
By: Dark Nite #36 Status: Public
|
|||
|
Date: 3:57 pm Tue Jul 26, 1989 Board: Music Madness!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Remember what the door knob said, feed your head, feed your head!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The time of life is an immesurable factor..
|
|||
|
We as humans are finite..
|
|||
|
I turn to him for everlasting life.
|
|||
|
The one force that can save me.
|
|||
|
I love him with all my heart,
|
|||
|
for he is eternal life.
|
|||
|
He is SaTaN..
|
|||
|
The purveyor of life, and the giver of death..
|
|||
|
Pain and death have no boundaries,
|
|||
|
and he is forever with me..
|
|||
|
For all of time.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Dark Nite
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
16/17 :The face of God..
|
|||
|
Filename:C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-31028.1
|
|||
|
From :Dark Nite #59
|
|||
|
DateTime:11:49 pm Sun Jul 23, 1989
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Too see that life must pass us by,
|
|||
|
we know we cannot control it.
|
|||
|
This life we fear is just a lie,
|
|||
|
Full of vile indeciencies.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Can we never know this till we die?
|
|||
|
Though life is hidden from us,
|
|||
|
we are concealed, left alone
|
|||
|
Abandoned in this consciousness,
|
|||
|
we call a universe.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bound together, forever.
|
|||
|
Or maybe what is said is false,
|
|||
|
and we all know it inside
|
|||
|
and see the face of God.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Dark Nite
|
|||
|
"The Face of God"
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
|||
|
From :Dark Nite #59
|
|||
|
DateTime:10:54 pm Fri Jul 28, 1989
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The mind is a terrible thing
|
|||
|
----------------------------
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
In my mind there are many, many, little
|
|||
|
Rooms where people, places, things, thoughts, feelings,
|
|||
|
And stuff sort themselves out and just sit
|
|||
|
There and wait until I need them and
|
|||
|
Then I search and search and search through
|
|||
|
The many, many, many little rooms
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Sometimes I get lost.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
-- DN
|
|||
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
From :Dark Nite #59
|
|||
|
DateTime:10:58 pm Fri Jul 28, 1989
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
A ball of smelting fire
|
|||
|
-----------------------
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
A ball of smelting fire so glowing bright
|
|||
|
A dipping down horizon night does bring
|
|||
|
Presumed intent for to see you to-night
|
|||
|
Where my head may lie leaves no want or need
|
|||
|
An understanding given some peace may-be
|
|||
|
May I pray for sign that may lead mnforth
|
|||
|
<May I pray for sign that may lead me forth
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
-- DN
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
|
|||
|
iNSaNITy
|
|||
|
====-=----=-=-=---=--=====---=-=-=------==-====--------
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Here I stand in my white, padded room. Here I
|
|||
|
stand in my white jacket. I hate my little room.
|
|||
|
Here I stay...every....DaY. I run and run....
|
|||
|
and run and run....around my little
|
|||
|
room. I hate my little room.
|
|||
|
I have to be......quiEt. Or they....will drug me.
|
|||
|
And thats when the
|
|||
|
bUgs come. And they crawl on me.
|
|||
|
And I can't get them..............OFf. They crawl...
|
|||
|
in my ears.....and into my......BRaIn.
|
|||
|
And have lunch.
|
|||
|
I hate my little room. I run and run and run
|
|||
|
and run and run.
|
|||
|
At night.....they turn the lights......ofF.
|
|||
|
And I'm alone in my....mInD. And
|
|||
|
they make the walls close.......................iN.
|
|||
|
I hate when they do that.
|
|||
|
I HATE MY LITTLE
|
|||
|
ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
|
|||
|
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
- Doctor Murdock
|
|||
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WELCOME TO MY WORLD
|
|||
|
============================================================
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Hold my hand, I'd like to show you.
|
|||
|
A place you've never seen.
|
|||
|
Can I ask you a question?
|
|||
|
Do you find Death serene?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
I want to bring you into my world.
|
|||
|
My world is one of pain.
|
|||
|
I've been here for so long.
|
|||
|
Long ago my soul was slain.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Without a soul, you feel no more.
|
|||
|
And now I want to share.
|
|||
|
I want to rip your life to shreds.
|
|||
|
Go ahead....make one last prayer.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Haha, scream all you can.
|
|||
|
I love the sound of fear.
|
|||
|
Scream and shout, and run about.
|
|||
|
Oh yes...and please add a tear.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
So many ways to end your life.
|
|||
|
It's so hard to choose.
|
|||
|
No matter what a pick.
|
|||
|
You my friend, shall lose.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Your throat should slit like butter.
|
|||
|
The flesh of mortals is so thin.
|
|||
|
The blood will pour with a thickness.
|
|||
|
And your agony shall then begin.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Or skin your body alive.
|
|||
|
And watch you die so slow.
|
|||
|
And squirm and screech.
|
|||
|
With every grain of salt I throw.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Or drill a hole though every tooth.
|
|||
|
Then you'll surely yell.
|
|||
|
Your eyeballs widen to the rising torture.
|
|||
|
And you'd swear you're in Hell.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Maybe chops off every limb.
|
|||
|
And leave you in a rodent infested cave.
|
|||
|
The rats will gnaw you to a skeleton.
|
|||
|
They'll be nothing left to put in a grave.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Or chain you to an anvil.
|
|||
|
And drop you in a lake.
|
|||
|
Fight for air as your lungs fill with water.
|
|||
|
And drown at the bottom and never awake.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
It doesn't matter, die you will.
|
|||
|
But not now, maybe not for awhile.
|
|||
|
So wait here, wait for your end.
|
|||
|
For now I shall think, you're Death I'll compile.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
- Doctor Murdock
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
You are in a crowd outside of a grocery market. With people hustling and
|
|||
|
bustling. Warm temperature. Loud voices. And then someone catches your
|
|||
|
eye.......he is almost undestinquishable from the rest of the people, except
|
|||
|
for the blue and red tights, and his confederate flag cape fluttering in the
|
|||
|
light breeze. You notice seconds later that he has a lamp shade tied to his
|
|||
|
shoulder. You cannot distinguish his facial features due to the red and blue
|
|||
|
mask. Suddenly the crowd hushes as the stranger becomes alert and cups one
|
|||
|
hand over his ear, as if to ear something more clearer....the crazed young lad
|
|||
|
screams something about injustice, and about Coors being opened in a distant
|
|||
|
place. Without a moment lost he yells "Tis SHAWN-DA-LAY BOY to the aid of all
|
|||
|
Bud BEER drinkers and to the disposal of all Coors Lovers!!!" And you see the
|
|||
|
virile masked avenger look into the sky with a frown of undying hatred. And
|
|||
|
with a single twirl of his lampshade, he bends down and suddenly leaps into
|
|||
|
the air, ripping into the heavens faster than a dragtser doing a 5 second
|
|||
|
quarter mile, in a course only known to him. The crowd awes in amazement!!
|
|||
|
And as they look around at each other with gaping mouths, all notice the
|
|||
|
single Budweiser can twirling at an angle where he was standing.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
And suddenly you have a warm knowledge that all is safe.....
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Sir Death & Doctor Murdock
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Lurking Horror..
|
|||
|
-----------------
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The sight of the unseen, the smell of the slain,
|
|||
|
who am I to judge the living and the dead? Why am
|
|||
|
I? To what purpose do I serve? He sees my fear, he
|
|||
|
senses my emotion and feeds like a deprived child,
|
|||
|
I cry in anguish and hide between the two things He cannot see,
|
|||
|
Love, and Kindness, I hide and cry. Then, he senses me and I
|
|||
|
cannot hide any longer, I show myself and relenquish my
|
|||
|
soul to him. He drinks of my life blood, greedily slurping
|
|||
|
it like a famished dog. Then, he throws the shell away,
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
And the hunt begins anew...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
-- DN
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
|||
|
26/30 :Now You've Asked For It!
|
|||
|
Filename:C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-30849.1
|
|||
|
From :Kallisti (Sir Deaths sister) #23
|
|||
|
DateTime:4:29 pm Sun Jul 30, 1989
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
"Jiminy Crickets!" Creme de menthe so wilt to do
|
|||
|
And flim an ambient din farroo
|
|||
|
Ski an errant floppy top
|
|||
|
To drop this mountain upon the rocks
|
|||
|
Is far more diffy than to do
|
|||
|
To shoe this mare within her lair
|
|||
|
And crown her with this nimble chair
|
|||
|
This silly willy, so wiley and willing
|
|||
|
"Is Night!" And so to find her milly
|
|||
|
She does a jig to none but frig
|
|||
|
Who cheers and splits, "Harroo! Harroo!"
|
|||
|
To none, my sweets, but only you.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<ME!>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
|||
|
From :Dark Nite #59
|
|||
|
DateTime:10:25 pm Mon Jul 31, 1989
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
IMAGE
|
|||
|
-----
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Above me lived the woman of the third floor
|
|||
|
I would sit upon the stairs just to see her.
|
|||
|
Me knowing little what lie in her core
|
|||
|
She would pass me by, nothing as a blur
|
|||
|
Her eyes did not look, they would pass me over
|
|||
|
In the wind flowed her hair of purple stands
|
|||
|
In steps behind was a friend, watching her
|
|||
|
They flew up the stairs walking hand in hand
|
|||
|
On each other's lips the other's did land
|
|||
|
The person she held was not of her kin
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My lover held a woman still as grand.
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The lady I love is a lesbian.
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I fell in love with a past image held,
|
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But I still love, this sight my heart not felled..
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-- DN
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SORROW
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Here I sit in this dark room with no light upon my eyes.
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I sit here for I pain from an emotion.
|
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This emotion makes me fear not. Death is but a fact now.
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I sit here and wonder Why? My life seems so small.
|
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I now realize my mortality. I am small.
|
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I don't want to die. But someday I will. But now...
|
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I sit here in this dark room and wonder Why?
|
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An emotion that makes me numb. And feel pain like no other.
|
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My heart is dead now. I feel for no thing. I am but a shell.
|
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Here I sit. I have been robbed of something I Loved.
|
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Someone....I Loved. I Love. And will always Love...but now...
|
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This Love is my pain. My life has no purpose.
|
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Here I sit...and wonder...Why?
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- Doctor Murdock
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________________________
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__/ \__
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__/ My Little Shroom \__
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__/ -=-=- \__
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__/ by Doctor Murdock \__
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__/ \__
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__/| | |\__
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__/| | | Here I sit in my little Shroom | | | |\__
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__/ | | | | As I watch the orange rain; | | | | | \__
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/ | | | | | I'm feelin no pain. | | | | | | \
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| | | | | | | | Here I stand in my little Shroom | | | | | | | | |
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\_________________ Amongst the green meteor showers; _________________ /
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| Blue rocks and black flowers. |
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| |
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| Here I jump in my little Shroom |
|
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Riding through a field on a red horse;
|
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Running and walking, I have no course.
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|
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|
Here I walk in my little Shroom
|
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Swimming across beige seas;
|
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Lying in the grass I feel the yellow breeze.
|
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|
|||
|
Here I cry in my little Shroom
|
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|
Climb white mountains to the very top;
|
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There I sit licking a gray lollipop.
|
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|
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|
Here I fly in my little Shroom
|
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Through the sky, through a pink cloud;
|
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|
I see a gigantic Mushroom with an Aqua coloured shroud.
|
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|
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|
Here I hear in my little Shroom
|
|||
|
Listen to the melody of the rainbow sound;
|
|||
|
The bright colored tune is always around.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
Soon I'll leave and lock the door tight;
|
|||
|
But one last ride on my green meteorite.
|
|||
|
Soon I must leave my colorful room;
|
|||
|
But for now...
|
|||
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|
|||
|
Here I sit in my little Shroom.
|
|||
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|
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|
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|
|||
|
Come, Lesbia, let us live and love
|
|||
|
nor give a damn what sour old men say.
|
|||
|
The sun that sets may rise again
|
|||
|
but when our light has sunk into the earth,
|
|||
|
it is gone forever.
|
|||
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|
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|
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|
|||
|
- From a book that Sir Death had...
|
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|
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|
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|
|||
|
Welcome to the Pirates' Hollow! What? No where to run? Hahahahaha!
|
|||
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|
|||
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|
|||
|
Creeping death, starting at your ears...they ring...and feel numb and then
|
|||
|
fall off like you've got leprosy...you start to bleed from your ear sockets...
|
|||
|
something unseen starts beating your nose into a pulp...then your teeth fall
|
|||
|
out...one by one..gum disease sets in...it spreads...your jaw rots and falls
|
|||
|
off...your shoulders get a 3rd degree sunburn...they peel...your fingers
|
|||
|
tingle...fingernails turn black...hands turn black...arthritis sets in...can't
|
|||
|
move hands... belly button itches...can't move hands to scratch...leech crawls
|
|||
|
into belly button and starts sucking blood...lice inhabit your pubic hair...a
|
|||
|
large rat starts eating away your dead genitals parts...incredible, delicious
|
|||
|
pain...you still haven't died, lusting for death to take you away...hair on
|
|||
|
legs falls out...toenails are ingrown...big toe starts bleeding and the
|
|||
|
toenail cuts in so deep that it starts splitting your toe...you would scream
|
|||
|
in agony but your tongue has rotted away...athletes foot occurs...you pray to
|
|||
|
end the torture, but you aren't finished yet...your hip dislocates on its
|
|||
|
own...kneecaps are shattered...an ambulance drives by slowly, the driver leans
|
|||
|
out and laughs at you...then drives off...small children play around your
|
|||
|
dying body...they throw pebbles at your decaying carcass...someone drops his
|
|||
|
Slurpee on your head, another relieves his bladder on you...they
|
|||
|
leave...laughing with disgusting playful joy as your private hell
|
|||
|
continues...the night comes...roaches crawl into your ears...you can feel them
|
|||
|
eat your eardrums out...a racoon nibbles on your toes...you feel the
|
|||
|
vibrations of a fast moving vehicle on the pavement behind you, which you
|
|||
|
can't hear because of the roaches...a toad is crawling down your
|
|||
|
throat...suddenly, your skull is smashed and blood and bits of brain material
|
|||
|
is splatterd and streaked out all over the asphalt as a Ford truck with
|
|||
|
~ALUCARD~ on the lisence plate comes at you doing 110 finishing your slow
|
|||
|
death as all fades to black. Final peace.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
-DM
|
|||
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|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
|||
|
From: Pressed Rat
|
|||
|
1:27 am Wed Oct 11, 1989
|
|||
|
Hickory Dickory Dock
|
|||
|
----------------------------------
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Doctor, My Doctor, O hast thou seen
|
|||
|
The Riders of Roi-Tan, on high floating spleen
|
|||
|
Aqua is favored, and yellow is flavored;
|
|||
|
What is the color - when black is burning?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Pick yourself plenty, it's time to get ill
|
|||
|
When rocking horse violins sound on the hill
|
|||
|
Infusing the air with the sound of Tibet,
|
|||
|
Except for the tropical species you met,
|
|||
|
which resound on a wavelength that matches the X,
|
|||
|
And plurdling gabbledyblotchits come next.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
MY REBEL YOUTH
|
|||
|
-======================-
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
On my Journey through the Land of Else
|
|||
|
I realize I cannot stay
|
|||
|
This is a place for the young and unknowing
|
|||
|
A place to run for the young in their Rebel Youth
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Here I sit and think about time of old
|
|||
|
Times of daring and adventure
|
|||
|
Think back to the time of carefree living and life
|
|||
|
With friends of long ago, friends that have gone
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
A girl so fair stole my heart in an instant
|
|||
|
I loved her through four seasons, and we ran
|
|||
|
We ran through a field of dandelions
|
|||
|
And I lost her upon the wind
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
In the darkest times of remorse, I wish I had gone
|
|||
|
I thought of leaving then and finding my girl
|
|||
|
Baby, baby, please stop your calling. I hear, but cannot come
|
|||
|
I've got to close the book of our love....you're gone...I must..
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Written in History Class by,
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Doctor Murdock
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GOING HOME TO THE RAIN
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
======================================
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Here I stand overlooking the land, of which I live without you, babe
|
|||
|
I love you so, and that you know, but baby, baby, I've got to go
|
|||
|
I see the sun and it shines in your hair and with your beauty comes my pain
|
|||
|
But it's my time, my time to leave, time to say, "I love you"
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Don't cry, oh girl, don't cry. Where I'm going theres too much rain
|
|||
|
And in the rain I'll long for you, I'll long to be with you and the sun
|
|||
|
I thank you for making my life free, but a man has got to go...into the rain
|
|||
|
Baby, baby, save your heart for me....I'll be back one day, you and me...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
But now I've got to ramble...
|
|||
|
I'm going to answer the call in the rain...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Oh, I once had a girl, a little girl so fair, a princess for me, for sure
|
|||
|
We shared our love but that was broken, taken away by fate
|
|||
|
Someday I'll be back, I'll search all of time, and one day find my baby
|
|||
|
If she's dead as my heart has told, I'll meet her in the sun...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
And walk hand in hand, into the sun, overlooking the land
|
|||
|
The land in which I'll live with my girl
|
|||
|
But now we're torn, torn apart, apart by honour...honour, love, and hate
|
|||
|
Don't shed a tear for me, baby. One day we'll be in the sun
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
But now I walk into the shadows....I've got to ramble
|
|||
|
I'm going home to the rain..........
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Written in History (again, eh?) by,
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Doctor Murdock
|
|||
|
Inspired by L.J.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INTO THE BLACK
|
|||
|
-==============-
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Here I stand. I wonder who I am.
|
|||
|
Here I stand. I feel the warmth of the sun upon my face.
|
|||
|
Here I stand. Alone. I know my name. But why?
|
|||
|
Here I stand. I wonder what it's like out there. Fear.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
For me there is no sight. I see endless black...warm black.
|
|||
|
For me there is no sound. I hear soft blankness.
|
|||
|
I feel people trying to communicate with me...who are they?
|
|||
|
Are they beasts? Do they want to harm me? Leave me alone!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
I ignore these things, and I sink further into my mind.
|
|||
|
My mind is my world, my universe, ever expanding.
|
|||
|
They pull and touch, so I fall into the black...deepest black.
|
|||
|
My world is happy, but you would not understand...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
They're pulling harder now. I resist and fight...and sink.
|
|||
|
They give me little food (pain), or none at all.
|
|||
|
No matter where I go, I'm never there...in their world.
|
|||
|
Stop pulling! Let me be! Alone!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
They wake me early today. Today is different...no matter.
|
|||
|
They feed me alot...confused. I simply wonder.
|
|||
|
They begin to pull again. They stick me in the arm. They stop.
|
|||
|
They leave me now...alone. Alas! but the black is growing cold.
|
|||
|
Quiet. help? come back? i'm sinking too far...into the black......
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
- Doctor Murdock
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Written in history class. Ok, so I don't pay attention.
|
|||
|
Inspired by some blind guy I saw on campus.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
10/02/89
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SEMPER FI
|
|||
|
-----------------
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Fightin in a war;
|
|||
|
In the fields of Evermore;
|
|||
|
Blood stained dirt;
|
|||
|
All that come here get hurt.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Fighting against an enemy;
|
|||
|
Who I don't really know;
|
|||
|
Shoot first...shoot again;
|
|||
|
Widen my grin.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Here we are in fields of pain;
|
|||
|
Fighting for the desk jockeys;
|
|||
|
Grunts...fighting someone elses battle;
|
|||
|
We shoot and kill and die like cattle.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Watching brothers die;
|
|||
|
Never a moment to cry;
|
|||
|
Grit your teeth and kill them back;
|
|||
|
Give them no slack.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Running through the forest dark;
|
|||
|
See shadows of men running about;
|
|||
|
Run forward into the fight;
|
|||
|
Running blind into the night.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Lost all my brothers of war;
|
|||
|
Here they lie, they live no more;
|
|||
|
Shadows close in and circle around;
|
|||
|
I'm confused...like a merry-go-round.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Shadows move closer, the trigger I squeeze;
|
|||
|
Bullets whiz by my ear and into the trees;
|
|||
|
I hit 6 men and listen to their death scream;
|
|||
|
Me and my rifle are supreme!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
2 bullets in my arm... 3 in my chest;
|
|||
|
Burning pain..gotta live..no time to rest;
|
|||
|
I kill 4 more as I limp forward to my doom;
|
|||
|
This forest will be my cold, black tomb.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
I lay behind a tree and grasp a grenade;
|
|||
|
The blood flows fast and footsteps parade;
|
|||
|
They close in, I pull the pin...and die;
|
|||
|
Semper Fi.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
- Doctor Murdock
|
|||
|
10/15/89
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
From :Pressed Rat #189
|
|||
|
To:Jah Poet People In The Place To Be
|
|||
|
Subject :More of the same
|
|||
|
DateTime:1:51 pm Wed Oct 11, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-29211.1)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Folks, It's time (the Walrus Said) to speak of other things:
|
|||
|
Of shoes and shipz and sealing wacks and Kabbages and Kings
|
|||
|
Of why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
By which I mean to tell U - OK lets get on with the poetry!!!
|
|||
|
But first - I think these Mithrils should stay right where they are because
|
|||
|
(i'd like to think) it takes more than yer average dweeb to get here, and we
|
|||
|
get less shit posts, like my last one for example. <Ha Ha>
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Doc, I think your Shroom was a subconscious Aqua Phallic Symbol!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Nine coffins wouldn't hold the change
|
|||
|
Required to make a copy
|
|||
|
Of the book of Life
|
|||
|
So don't even
|
|||
|
Think about
|
|||
|
Pushing
|
|||
|
"Enlargement."
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Dearest you, girl of blue, spirit red, where are you?
|
|||
|
What storms of mood within your head?
|
|||
|
Did you go dancing down the hill in sunny dew
|
|||
|
With daffodils, bright smiling eyes
|
|||
|
Or floral paisleys twice your size
|
|||
|
That come like unexpected duck ponds dark?
|
|||
|
Oh what wild place have you found now?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
You saw it clearly, felt the dream
|
|||
|
Of perfect future, lovely life
|
|||
|
And meanwhile tottering teetering on the edge
|
|||
|
what if it didn't turn out so bright?
|
|||
|
And alternate days, you'd wear the face
|
|||
|
Of one betrayed by fate, disillusioned
|
|||
|
Of she who was let down too late
|
|||
|
Though all the others knew before
|
|||
|
And never had to fall so far
|
|||
|
And while they escalated, you
|
|||
|
might pass them on your quick ride down
|
|||
|
To nestle in ferns but never crooked treetops.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
But take this all to heart, and rise
|
|||
|
For up and down is round and round
|
|||
|
And all revolves in one sweet whole
|
|||
|
Or as one might have put it once,
|
|||
|
By taking the rollercoaster tour, you soon end up
|
|||
|
Where you wish to be, while others settle out of necessity.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
I love you hot, cold, pure, or dirty!
|
|||
|
I don't know but gosh you're perty!
|
|||
|
Bathe yourself within my laughter
|
|||
|
Realize that what I'm after
|
|||
|
Means for you and also me
|
|||
|
the ultimate tranquility.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The above is dedicated to a girl from Sacto. Named Liberty (or "Mev").
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
[Mithrils - POEMS -]
|
|||
|
[54] Read:(1-55,<CR>,A,N,P,R,S,Q,?):
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
From :Pressed Rat #189
|
|||
|
To:Anyone Else
|
|||
|
Subject :Piiigs.... In..... Spaaaaace!!
|
|||
|
DateTime:12:57 am Thu Oct 12, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-29189.1)
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Do you have a fire within you?
|
|||
|
A consuming passion for you-know-not-what?
|
|||
|
Does it threaten to halt your whole process of thought
|
|||
|
And cause you to stare out in space all the time
|
|||
|
Does it keep you from writing, or trying to rhyme
|
|||
|
'Cause your thoughts fly so fast you can't put them to word?
|
|||
|
Do you feel like you're crazy when it gets so absurd
|
|||
|
When you can't even tell what you're trying to say
|
|||
|
And instead find your conscience just drifting away
|
|||
|
To horizons inside, over oceans of thought
|
|||
|
Long forgotten and stifled by the world-view you wrought
|
|||
|
-That is, "what your eyes tell you is all that is real,
|
|||
|
and sensory info dictates what you feel"
|
|||
|
Never mind the clear voice that is screaming inside.
|
|||
|
Or how long you've ignored it. You know you can't hide!
|
|||
|
'Cuz sometimes it just grabs you and drives you so wild
|
|||
|
That the whole of your knowledge is crammed into a smile
|
|||
|
And passers-by see you, and can tell from your eyes
|
|||
|
That you've seen something larger than life's greatest prize,
|
|||
|
A thing more intense than the great burning sun
|
|||
|
And they know that your journey has only begun
|
|||
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And when it's all over, this horrible din,
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You will figure out why there's a fire within,
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Why you put earthly cares out of mind on a shelf
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And instead reach for something of value - your self.
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Rat who could be used for a Sail
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[Mithrils - POEMS -]
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[55] Read:(1-55,<CR>,A,N,P,R,S,Q,?):
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From :Pressed Rat #189
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To:Without Whom This Would Not Be Read.
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Subject :That which is being read.
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DateTime:12:49 am Thu Oct 12, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-29190.1)
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To myself:
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Is this stupid?
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Am I being trite? Deluded?
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Trees of thought spring up in my mind
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I wish to draw them but they grow too fast.
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To climb them, first their roots I'll find
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...but then the dream's too faint to last.
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Flow, my thoughts, and leave my head!
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Synapses steal your simple meaning.
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Emerge, and take the forms I dread
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Will show me where my spirit's leaning.
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No, it's just a bunch of words
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Some of the lines are genuine
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But the rest are made up to rhyme with them
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I should take this energy that
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Wills me to write and instead
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Turn it to skiing
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But how then shall I show to others
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(AAgh! Kill! Scream!) All the turmoil inside?
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(What turmoil) I thought I was in peace!?!
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with myself. Ok, so be it.
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I bring up opposing forces and exaggerate them
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and they have little wars with each other...
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All my love is for the sun. (time for a little free association)
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But no, it reaches mountains as well.
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And what of water? Love that too?
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Is there not and infinite quantity of Love in the world?
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Bullshit, what am I saying?
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Insanity? No, I go through this every day.
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Pocket fluff.
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Ten fucking billion tons of fucking pocket fluff.
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Somebody speak to me!
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Shivers... stopit stopit stopit! and just let me OUT...
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My head will inevitably explode.
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MU.
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I should read something instead.
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I should take somebody by the hand and lead them
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to where my Self lives.
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Oh, I should do this, I should do that
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BIG FUCKIN DEAL! Take a chill pill, self!
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Should I show this to anyone? I don't care. Damn. Shut up. No, not you...!
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Peace. Pace. Space. Spice. Spine. Pine. Pane. Pain.
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Huh?!!
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I think I'll go dream about skiing.
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[Mithrils * STORIES *]
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[18] Read:(1-19,<CR>,A,N,P,R,S,Q,?):
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From :Ratsnatcher #176
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To:All
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Subject :Hector
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DateTime:5:50 am Thu Oct 12, 1989 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-29180.1)
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Ok this is one I used to tell to the little brat's at this camp I used to be a
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councelor at eh.. the kids were all about 9-13 and they would put these
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fucking sticks in the fire and then wave them in my face... so I made up this
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story with a moral.
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Once upon a time, there was this little white rabbit named Hector. He was such
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a nice little bunny and he lived in a cage with his nice mommy in a pet store.
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Everybody was so happy and they had good food to eat and there cage was always
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clean and blaw blaw everything was so perfect and they had lots of fun.
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Then one day, a little girl came in with her mother, and walked around looking
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for a pet. "MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY" she started shrieking, "I WAN THIS ONE MOMMY"
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and she pointed at Hector! The pet store owner came over and lifted Hector out
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of the cage, and put him in a box with holes all over it! Hector was taken
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away from his mother and she started to cry. haha
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The little girl put Hector in an very small 1 foot by 1 foot steel cage by her
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window and poked and prodded poor hector and yelled at him and dressed him up
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in doll clothes, and torchered him! Poor Hector...haha He was very very
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unhappy!
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Then one day, by mistake, the little girl was careless and left the cage ajar,
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and left the window open. As soon the girl left, Hector made his break for it,
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and jumped out the window...except the only problem was, it was on the 3rd
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story! And Hector fell on the rocks below at a trmendous rate of speed. Boom.
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He just lay there for a second with blood coming out his nose.
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BUT HE WAS STILL ALIVE!
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hector got up and ran across the yard! BUT - he didn't know there would be
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dobermans! They chase h<><68>im to the fence, and bit off one of his legs as he
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tried to jump over!!! Blood was spurting out everywhere!! But he ran...still.
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Because HE WAS STILL ALIVE!!!
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Hector ran as fast as his 3 little feet would carry him...across the fiels,
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but, he didn't see the hawk that came down after him, because he was in so
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much pain! The hawk ripped all the skin and muscle off hectors back!! Blood
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was spurting and was getting in Hector's eyes so he couldn't see!
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But HE WAS STILL ALIVE!!! so he continued to run as fucked up as he was.
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Poor little Hector ran onto the road trying to get into the safe woods beyond,
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when A HUGE 18 wheelin semi Flattened him - squirting his insides in all
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directions!!! Poor hector couldn't see it coming.
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But, HE WAS STILL ALIVE!!
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He lay there for days - The vultures came down and picked at him, the flys
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came and lay maggots in him, and he dried out from the sun....and the winds
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blew half of him away...but still, a few brain cells lived on and hector was
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still there....
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HE WAS STILL ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THEN a boy scout came along one night, collecting sticks, and picked poor
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hector up!!! And took jim back to the camp fire, and BURNED HIM!
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HECTOR WAS DEAD!!!
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The moral of the story is that the very stick that you are waving in my face,
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could be someones PET and even a nice little bunny rabbit. So Quit before I
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put you in the fire...
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Well it was something like that.... ok I guess it was pretty lame.
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* Rat
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[Mithrils * STORIES *]
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[19] Read:(1-19,<CR>,A,N,P,R,S,Q,?):
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=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
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Prince of Yesterday
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-------------------
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I was a Prince of young, a man with the soul of the wind
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I ran across the world with no cares upon my shoulders
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I travelled through time without a thought of destination
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One day I sat on a rock and looked upon the ocean,
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And with my hands filled with the sands of time I saw
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And I stayed there
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Now I am a King of wisdom, my soul is that of the mountain
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I've listened to the time of my past and heard I did
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The time will come for all, and they'll shed the tear as I
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The days of the prince have past and there is no going back
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With the tear of knowledge and a pain for youth here I sit
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I'm still on the same rock and forever will stay
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Here I'll sit with my friend, oh, I love Her so
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We live on this rock and watch you, did you know?
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Come by anytime and let me see you grow
|
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Nevermind my eyes and the secrets they hold
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Someday, my Prince, someday you'll know
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- Doctor Murdock
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10/18/89
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// "The Gates of Hell are open night and day; //
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// Smooth is the Descent and Easy is the way.." //
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Distributed in part by:
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Skeleton Crue 415-376-8060 located out of Moraga, California.
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!!Get on the band wagon before it RUNS YOU DOWN!!
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Another file downloaded from: The NIRVANAnet(tm) Seven
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& the Temple of the Screaming Electron Taipan Enigma 510/935-5845
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Burn This Flag Zardoz 408/363-9766
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realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 510/527-1662
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Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 801/278-2699
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The New Dork Sublime Biffnix 415/864-DORK
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The Shrine Rif Raf 206/794-6674
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Planet Mirth Simon Jester 510/786-6560
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"Raw Data for Raw Nerves"
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