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...presents... Woooaaahhh, Nelly!
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by Tequila Willy
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>>> a cDc publication.......1991 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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Live these thoughts; if you dare.
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MY WILL - by unknown
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(September 4, 1985)
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You threw me down, cast with stones,
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Tore at my flesh, broke my bones.
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But now the tables are turned, my Lord,
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I will claim your throne with yet my sword.
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Evil dwells within your world,
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Your humans' minds have been a'swirled.
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I'll gather my children one by one,
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And when the massive feast is done,
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I'll raise my army with all its might,
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I've not yet begun to fight.
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With all my power and all my hate,
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I'll break through every "golden gate".
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The earth is mine, I haven't forgotten,
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Even with your son begotten.
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I will return and claim it still,
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For that, my Lord, is my will.
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DOOMED FATE - by Tequila Willy
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(March 7, 1990)
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A hand swept out of the darkness
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It grabbed me by surprise
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Twisted my mind
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And turned it into French fries.
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Falling through space
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Landing on heat
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Spizzing and frying
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Ready to eat.
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Crispy and golden
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I was thrown onto a plate
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Snatched up by the mouth
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I met my fate.
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M.E.S.S. - by Artaud (blessed by J. Swallow)
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(circa 1986)
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I need your lovin' when you're down on your knees,
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When the temperature's a hundred degrees!
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I don't care if you're a whore and a sleaze,
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Give me a squeeze.
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You're feisty and you're wild,
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You make everybody smile.
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I see you all alone,
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And you begin to moan.
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It's like water, dripping for a tree,
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You drip your juices all over me.
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I feel a flash of heat; sweat.
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And then I cum sticky and wet.
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I know you love me when you're down on your knees!
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When the temperature's a hundred degrees!
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If you'd always do what I please,
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Don't be a tease.
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I mean I hope you don't have no disease,
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Then the doctor would have to give me a squeeze.
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_ _ ____________________________________________________________________
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/((___))\|Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362|NIHILISM..............517/546-0585|
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\ / |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194|The Works.............617/861-8976|
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(' ') |Lunatic Labs.........213/655-0691|Condemned Reality.....618/397-7702|
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(U) |====================================================================|
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.ooM |Copr. 1991 cDc communications by Tequila Willy 07/20/91-#182|
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away. FIVE YEARS of cDc|
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