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<20> <20> <20> Mighty Issue #54
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<20> <20> <20> <20> <20> illicit "I'm Here To Make You Bleed"
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<20> <20> <20> <20> <20> <20><> Liquid -By Frizzle Fry
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<20> <20> <20> <20> <20> <20> Kollections
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<EFBFBD> <20> -<2D><><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD>
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I'm in your eyes, in your thoughts, in your bodies,
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in your minds, in your souls, in your life, and in your death.
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I'm in your breakfast cereals. Everything becomes me.
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I am the Frizzle Fry.
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Here I am, writing my first MiLK file. There's been
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too much delay, its about time I got around to it. Contrary
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to popular belief, lots of modem user have lives. Scary,
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isn't it? I suppose I could tell you something about myself,
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but that would be dumb, and boring. I could tell you
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something about my friends, but that would be dumb and
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boring. I could write a short story entitled "Trouble in the
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Bigsby House." But that would require much more thought that I
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feel I need to use right now. You see, I'm tired. I went to
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Taco Bell tonight and ate too much. I got sick. I lost.
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What I'm going to do instead of all of the above mentioned
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ideas is just ramble on incohearently. Maybe something
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humorous, thought provoking, or entertaining will come out.
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Maybe.
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Fuck it, I'm gonna write a story that's not about a
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farm.
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"This Story Is Not About A Farm."
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Cecil grew up in a city. A big one. Really big.
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This city liked to go by the name of LotzacrimeVille. That
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was because ever since the city was founded in 1745 it has had
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Lots Of Crime. The man who founded the city was a train
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robber. But, that doesn't make a diference cause it's 1994
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and Cecil didn't know that the city was founded by a trian
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robber. He also didn't know that higher math didn't mean
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counting while holding your fingers above your head. Cecil
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didn't know much at all. But he did know that he didn't like
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crime. Crime made him mad and it wasn't very much FUN. Playing
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"Eat The Shoelaces" was FUN, crime was not. Well, if Cecil
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knew what the word 'vigilantie' <one thing we should get
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strait now is that if you plan on reading my Tfiles, don't
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plan on reading words spelled correctly> meant he would know
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that he was one. He went around foiling the evil crime doers
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dastardly deeds. Well, one day Cecil was walking down the
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worst street in town named Bad St. looking for bad men doing
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bad things. He came upon a bar that looked particularly nasty
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so he went in to find some wrong doings that needed righting.
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The first thing he saw was a woman pointing a gun at a man
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saying "Give me your wallet!" Cecil put 1 and 1 together and
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got 3 but he knew that math didn't mean much in the world of
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crime fighting so he didn't care. He did know that guns were
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bad and he didn't like bad things so he went over and kicked
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the lady in the face with his Dr. Martins that he heard were
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very fashionable and he just had to have a pair and she
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dropped the gun. He picked up the gun, pointed it at the lady
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and said 'It's ok sir, you can go now, everything is safe."
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He chuckled and said "Thanks kid.." and scurried.. no,
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scurried sounds too.. rodent like.. and ambled <he was a
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cowboy> out of the bar. The lady stood up and said "I'm a
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police officer. That man was bad. He does crime. Give me my
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gun back." So Cecil gave her gun back and went to jail. And
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that is why this story is not about a farm.
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<EFBFBD> <20> [MiLK] Information
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<EFBFBD> <20>
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<EFBFBD> <20> [MiLK] Sites:
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<EFBFBD> <20>
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<EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD><EFBFBD> <20><>> MiLK File #54: "I'm Here to Make You Bleed" <<3C><><EFBFBD>
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