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...presents... Big Ol' Heaping Pile of Shit
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by Suicidal Maniac
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>>> a cDc publication.......1993 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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|____digital_media____digital_culture____digital_media____digital_culture____|
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Disturbed
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It really makes me think... It really makes me think... It really makes
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me think... It really makes me... It really makes me... It really makes me
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want to kill. Why is it that everyone in this society must be tagged? What I
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really hate is that everybody plays along with all of it. It's so stupid,
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you're so stupid. I can't understand anything in this world. We work against
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ourselves. In a world filled with hypocrites, what can one person do? It's me
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who's trying to figure things out, and it's you who is holding me back. If I
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can't live in YOUR world, why must I have been brought into it? It should be
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everybody's world, not YOUR world. Peace is a concept that cannot be defined.
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AND IT'S BECAUSE OF ASSHOLES LIKE YOU, who pull together with other assholes
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like yourself to hold us down. You call me insane, but I have another view.
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But to your eyes my view is of no relevance. You say I'm crazy, perhaps I'm
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one of the few blessed with sanity while the rest of the world is filled with
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an enormous amount of hypocritical lying scheming racist conformist two-faced
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lunatics. Why is it that anyone with a little insight and sense must be dubbed
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disturbed?
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Can you justify your actions? I can justify my hate for you, and I just
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did it, but I suppose it's just another statement from a disturbed youth.
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Talking to the world is like trying to communicate with a tree and one of these
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days, I'm going to buy a chainsaw and make some fuckin' firewood. Go to hell.
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Acid
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The colors seem brighter
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My head feels lighter
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I paint vivid images in my mind
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I could see them, even if I were blind
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The images burn
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As my mind begins to turn
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The page of the book
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From that hit of acid I took.
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My mind is like a story,
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Filled with love and glory.
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It's all a fantasy,
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but it's putting me in ecstasy.
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The feelings are so kind,
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those contained in my mind.
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Hours pass, and my happiness fades
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As if someone had pulled down the shades.
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Reality bounces back,
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I begin to pack.
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I'm going on a trip,
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This one much longer,
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For the hit of acid is much stronger.
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I hope this one will last
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It brightens my past.
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Reality is so much better,
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When you can alter what you see,
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And I like things a little wacky.
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Rain on a sunny day,
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No bills to pay.
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Acid, it burns your mind
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from which many things you will find.
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You discover yourself,
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And if you look hard enough...
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You just may see an elf.
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This World
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Oh beautiful planet
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This world of darkness
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Our world of corruption
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This world where sullen and sane are same
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This world where children
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are starving, while the
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rich eat with silver.
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This world where people
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Are dying, without help.
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This world where the government
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Screws it's people and smiles.
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I cannot help but wonder
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What's at the end of the road.
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Be it life or death,
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I will not smile.
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Not in this world.
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In this world,
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I am not conscious,
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I am anti-social.
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Dying Eyes
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I look out onto the cold world.
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I feel time slipping away.
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I see everything in a blur.
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I look at the world through dying eyes.
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All of the arrogant rays tire my vision
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All of the denied dreams warp my senses
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All of the hurt & agony ties my mind
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All of the dark burns my dying eyes
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Grey
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Hate
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Torment
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Breachment
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Lies
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Corruption
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Life
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Death
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Sickness
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Epidemic
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Plague
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Life
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Alcohol
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Drugs
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Overdose
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Death
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Life
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Mental Illness
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Schizophrenia
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Manic Depressive
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Death
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Life
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Pain
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Funeral
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Wake
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Death
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Life
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Cemetery
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RIP
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Death
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Life
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War
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Death
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Life
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The curtains close. All the colors turn to grey.
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Love
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I'm falling for you
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I love you
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Will you marry me?
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I love you
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Let's have children
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Don't leave the toilet seat up
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Get rid of your tampons
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I want a divorce.
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Pulling
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Single file
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Stand in line
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Take a number
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Wait for it
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Alphabetical Order
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Boy - Girl - Boy - Girl
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Shortest to Tallest
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Income brackets
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Pulling your individuality.
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Mockery
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He doesn't know what he wants
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Look he's alone
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He's awkward
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He's weird
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He's ugly
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He's short
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He's impotent
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He's black
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He's oriental
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He's got zits
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He's a mockery.
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Big Words
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Abatement
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Abjuration
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Abhorrence
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Beatitude
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Crepehanger
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Gregarious
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Focalize
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Statute
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Indigenous
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Witticism
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Mordacious
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Kinetic
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Susceptible
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Redundant
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Redundant
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Metamorphose
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Juvenescence
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Juxtapose
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Happenstance
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FUCK!
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At Night
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At night, I vaporize,
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I slip through the crack in your window.
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I lay with you under the covers.
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I feel your every move.
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I feel your warm breath as you exhale from a sigh.
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I feel the heat coming from your snatch.
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I fondle your breasts, but you do not feel it.
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I molest your body, violate it.
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Then, I'm gone.
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At night, I prowl your house while you sleep.
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I enter your private life.
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I let the skeletons out of the closet.
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I roam through your panty drawer.
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I sense your dishonesty.
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I sense your falseness.
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I see through your act.
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Then, I'm gone.
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At night, I haunt your dreams.
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I remind you of your wrongs.
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I bring pain and agony to your thoughts.
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I torment your every move.
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I haunt you with guilt.
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I post illusions to confuse you.
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Then, I'm gone.
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_______ __________________________________________________________________
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/ _ _ \|Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362|Kingdom of Shit.....806/794-1842|
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((___)) |Cool Beans!..........510/THE-COOL|Polka AE {PW:KILL}..806/794-4362|
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[ x x ] |The Alcazar..........401/782-6721|Moody Loners w/Guns.415/221-8608|
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\ / |The Works............617/861-8976|Finitopia...........916/673-8412|
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(' ') |ftp - zero.cypher.com in pub/cdc |ftp - ftp.eff.org in pub/cud/cdc|
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.ooM |1993 cDc communications by Suicidal Maniac 04/01/93-#227|
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\_______/|All Rights Drooled Away. SIX GLORIOUS YEARS of cDc|
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