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Ý The 4th Edition of POEMDOX! Ý ?Þ°
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Ý Poems collected from the Mithril Hall & various 415 bbs's.. Tfile Þ°
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Ý Distribution Þ°
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ÜÜÜÜÜ Written by: Several people as you'll see. Centere Þ°
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°°°The Hollows Alliance- 415/236/2371°°The Electric Pub - 415/236/4380°°°°
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°Primary Drop Sites°°°°°°Rat Head - 415/524/3649°°°°°Primary Drop Sites°°°
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From :Pressed Rat #16
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To :All
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Subject :Back to poetry
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DateTime :12:13 am Sun May 13, 1990
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{ to be sung lightly }
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.............
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Thanks to ALice, our Big Fnordian Babe!
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yes, thanks to Alice our Big Fnordian Babe.
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If not for alice, our world wouldn't be the sabe.
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Oh where are you, my little reindeer hoof.
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I said where are you now, my little reinder hoof.
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I'll grind you up and put you on my roof.
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What time is it, boys, 'zit time to go home yet?
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Wha timezit boys, time to git home yet?
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I'd better bet my best on someone's fret.
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naw, I cannae sing the blues when I am dry
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yes lord, I cannae sing dem blooz awhen I dry.
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If I don't get some soon I'll never try.
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Ahem!
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From :Swing #445
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To :All
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Subject :shit
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DateTime:9:48 am Fri Jun 08, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-29209.1)
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Watched by the Blind
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Where ever I go,
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Whatever I do,
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I am never alone.
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I do not know who they are,
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Those who watch me.
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They could be anyone, or anything.
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What could they be?
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I turn quickly,
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But I catch no glimpse.
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Whoever are staring,
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Hasn't given me a chance.
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To see them, to know them, as he does me.
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It's said I'm paranoid,
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or something with my head.
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It must me pressure.
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All's been said.
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People just don't understand,
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But I know they see.
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They notice everything,
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That I say and I do.
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I can hide no secrets from them.
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They need no clue.
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They too have lived my life,
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Through different eyes.
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Eyes I cannot see, but they see me.
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I know they are judging
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My every move.
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Whatever I do,
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What things I choose.
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I cannot satisfy them.
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They always disapprove.
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For all of my life,
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They will frown upon me.
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How do I know of these beings?
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Those I cannot even see?
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But I tell you I know them.
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They're apparent to me.
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How do you define sight?
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Is it just with your eyes?
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Can you really see a man
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As he really be,
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If you simply use eyes to see?
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That is the difference
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between them and me.
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They use their eyes,
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I really see.
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People preach
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"Don't look skin deep."
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From eyes that "see" light
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Is where darkness may sleep.
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As people begin to depend on this illusion,
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Darkness may awake.
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An original S\/\/I|\|G poem.
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From :Dark #363
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To :All
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Subject :More Comunards
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DateTime:9:12 pm Tue Jun 12, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-29079.1)
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FORBIDDEN LOVE
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Our love is like forbidden fruit
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But we take each bite with pride not shame
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In this garden where the bitter poison rots.
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But all the same...we shall
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Stand so strong so proud
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Give in to predjudice
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Behind closed doors we have to kiss
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But I long to hold your hand in the rain.
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Watching accepted lovers expressing tenderness
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and joy
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Makes an anger stir in me for something I can't
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truly have
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Like a young boy who's denied his favourite toy
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I just want to scream, just want to scream
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And demonstrate my resistance
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Our love is like forbidden fruit
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But we take each bite with pride not shame
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In this garden where the bitter poison rots.
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But all the same every day brings another tear
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Behind each stare lies a hidden tear
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Someday soon we will have our day
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Until then our love forbidden stays
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Our love is like forbidden fruit
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(Somerville/Coles)
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T.Dark
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From :Doctor Murdock #2
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To :All
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Subject :..
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DateTime:5:24 pm Wed Jun 13, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-29061.1)
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THE WICKED SEED
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Children play and mothers pray
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Evil sleeps in the young
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The hidden past may die at last
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While the devil holds his tongue
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The curses remain and the souls are stained
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Tortured eyes of old men show true
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The furrowed tear may disappear
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But memories always brew
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The Son of man will learn to hate
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Thus the seed of sin will germinate
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There's no room for love in a heart of rage
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And the book of sorrow has yet another page
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Ride into battle and slaughter the cattle
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The numbers, not names of men
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A bloodied hand and the soiled sand
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And the reaper strikes again
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The glow of demise shines in your eyes
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You've sipped the wine called death
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Now spill your shrill and then lie still
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And forever hold your breath..............................................
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- Doctor Murdock
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(06-13-90)
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Foom! Foom! Foom your whole goddamn Room!
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From :Pressed Rat #16
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To :All
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Subject :WHooopS!
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DateTime:12:47 pm Tue May 15, 1990
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Forgive (worship)_ my Idiocy, folks.
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I meant to say not Salvator Dali who painted with fans etc,
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but Jackson Pollack. So boot me or kiss me, son of Bleat!
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I am the victim of Vlad the Impaler,
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a punctured man, I.
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Through the holes in me may you count the pieces of sky.
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The golden waffer-thin painting in my head
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has been laid to rest under the rug,
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and the roof was made from a bed
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wherein slept an enormous gelatin bug.
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But Alas! Whence from this morbid place
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Once came a legion of that metallic race,
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Now there merely oozes a small remain
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of those who said they wanted it plain.
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From :Sid Gnarly #6
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To :All
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Subject :The land o' else
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DateTime:1:27 am Sun Jun 24, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-28767.1)
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There once was a little girl named Alice
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she was very beautiful with long wavy blond hair
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and sparkling blue eyes that were oh so nice
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she was the most beautiful, fairest of the fair
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she had nothing to do one day so it was time for her to pay......
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A VISIT TO THE LAND OF ELSE!
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HAHAHAHAHAHA.. screams doctor murdock in the back room
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Shroom-city huh?
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Where could that be?
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You don't know?
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no, I don't
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Then you must be the most NORMAL human being on earth!!!!
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Welcome to the land of else the stealer of a thousand demented souls...
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how may I help you today
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I would like you to count my toes
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but sir, how about just fingers.. okay?
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this is a bunch of bull.. haha
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From :Jamal Feldstein #553
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To :All
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Subject :pomez (muhahh)
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DateTime:3:18 am Wed Jun 20, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-28868.1)
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I sawed my left leg off last week
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I don't recall the pain
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My grimy shoes don't hold no more
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I hear the falling rain.
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My life it drips out on the floor
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It seems my mind just came
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The bluebirds are an open door
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And now my left arm's lame.
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The mushroom calls, I answer it
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The acid will do fine...
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I hear a coffin made-to-fit
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And I suspect it's mine.
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So don't look glum, just savour it
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When you see how I croak.
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You'll see that some life's fulla shit
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And some life's just a joke.
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----> Highpriest of Ferret, JAMAL.
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From :Jamal Feldstein #553
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To :All
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Subject :Babnblings of insane
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DateTime:3:29 am Wed Jun 20, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-28867.1)
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I hate the world,
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I hate my face
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I hate the whole damn human race.
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I hate the towns,
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I hate the cars
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I hate chicks who hand out in bars.
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I hate the clean,
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I hate the filth
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I don't know how to rhyme that.
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I hate the poor,
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I hate the rich
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I'm sure YOU understand that.
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Or are you fatnin from the @poor
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or stealin from the rich?
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Is your life an open door
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Or are you just a bitch?
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Do you walk down a city street
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And say you poor dear asshole
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When you can't give a flying fuck
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That nothing rhymes with 'asshole'.
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Your poetry dams up the place
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We can't see the green grass
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So why don't you come over here
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and cut you wrist with glass?
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You never listen, damn you, cunt,
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I hate your bloody head
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Why don't you blow up the whole world
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And free your mind instead?
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What's thAt you say? I'm getting lame
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My po-em don't hold water
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Well, why dint you jes say so, bwoy,
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And stop the senseless slaughter
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Of langyoowage and grmmar too by my unwitting fingers
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And help me plug up this old loo
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the heady stink still lingers.
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Don't stop me now,
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I'm on a roll
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I'm on the run,
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out of control
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This poem is getting out of hand
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And I can't stop my zoomin hand
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So shoot me please before I make
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A bugger-up of tjhis here break.
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aaaaarrrgghhhh!!
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From :Dark #363
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To :All
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Subject :Bed Time Tales
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DateTime:4:40 pm Sun Aug 19, 1990
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The three little pigs
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Were blown out of their digs
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And their houses and huts were despoiled.
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The Wolf huffed and puffed
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Till the pigs cried enough
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How can this wicked monster be foiled?
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Two piggies were eaten
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Before he was beaten
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Down the chimney the wolf was hard boiled
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It's no wonder why I turned out like I did
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Remembering my bed time tales as a kid
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A boy strong and proud
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Climed way up to the clouds
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On the product of magic bean spillage.
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Brave and Defiant
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He swindled the giant
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Who's wealth came from plunder and pillage
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Then he picked up an axe
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Gave the bean-stalk some whacks
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And the giant almost crushed the village.
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It's no wonder why I turned out like I did
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Remembering my bed time tales as a kid.
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In the dark of the night,
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I wake with a fright
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The blanket over my head.
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You say I'm insane
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But it's stuck in my brain
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Those gremlins under my bed.
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Some call it obscene
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But the violence on screen
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Fits the internal turmoil and drama.
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Those buckets of gore
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Were spilled ages before
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George Romero, Hitchock, Marty Palma
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And our fears and our stress
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Through-out time's been expressed
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By the fairy tale's symbolic trama.
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It's no wonder why we turned out like we did,
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Remembering our bed time tales as a kid.
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T.Dark
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From :Dark Nite #12
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To :All
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Subject :poetry.
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DateTime:5:32 pm Sat Sep 01, 1990
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VICTORS
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What will become of us?
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There is no answer;
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Only the sound of the wind
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Moving through the trees.
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And choking dust beneath our feet.
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The furnace burns throughout the day;
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We suffer in agony as women in Labor.
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But we die with the birth,
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for our child is war.
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Now we fathers move forward
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to meet our fate
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In open fields and jungle paths
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strewn with death;
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And call on the name of our God,
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Who will not hear our pleas.
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We pile high the dead
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Into a pale bleached mountain,
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and swing our bloody bayonets
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skyward to honor the victor,
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Who looks through red-rimmed eyes.
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And, in time of pain, we die,
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And, somewhere other than home,
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Our names and faces are one.
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Under steel fear equalizes.
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One is One.
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What will become of us?
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In the end, Valhalla is our hell,
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and heaven is obscured
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In our agony of pain
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Homeward bound in aluminum tubes
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We know that in victory
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There lies a promise of defeat.
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From :Poet Master #747
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To :All
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Subject :Sensations
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DateTime:6:50 am Sun Sep 02, 1990
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Sensations cascade over my turmoiled mind.
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I wander around the ruins of within,
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Surrounded by dark, forboding walls.
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Pillars of pain, cracked with relief.
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Drains of despair with leaks of hope.
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Adobe of agony made with sands of sorrow.
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I look at my sand castle in the air,
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But there is no water to hold it together.
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But those walls came crashing down
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And two have become one.
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Poet Master
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From :Doctor Murdock #1
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To :All
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Subject :Blueberry Pancakes
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DateTime:2:45 am Tue Sep 18, 1990
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..hold magic. People are group animals who spend most of their lives
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eating blueberry pancakes. <-- Direct quote from my psyche!
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Reich!
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Reich!
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Real rats are never clean;
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And real dawgs are always mean;
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Mushrooms are always blue;
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Otherwise they do nothing to you;
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Little blue men on the moon;
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Visit on tuesday to paint my room;
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Aqua.
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Clouds swirl and swirl and swirl;
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Hookahs twirl and twirl and twirl;
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Potions always keep, keep, keep;
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Dormice always sleep, sleep, sleep;
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Each beach has a story;
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For every grain of sand;
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Each Worm hole has a exit;
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To The Land;
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of Else
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To see Alice there's no need to run;
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Just dial 685903 and then a 1;
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You'll hear a beep and then a squeak......of a door;
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RoR;
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From :Chick #184
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To :All
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Subject :Munchies
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DateTime:12:11 am Fri Sep 21, 1990
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So, I'm walking down the street
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with a skip and a hop.
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And I walked right in
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to a donut shop.
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And I picked out a donut
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right out of the grease,
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And I handed the man
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a five cent piece.
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Well, he looked at me
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and he looked at the nickel
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and he said "This nickel's no good to me"
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"There's a hole in the nickel,
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and it's all the way through."
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Said I, "There's a hole in the donut too."
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Name: Pressed Rat #57 @5
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Date: Thu Aug 30 17:57:20 1990
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Speaking of foyne foyne spirits, I was just discussing the Fossil Pigs with a
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friend of mine, a former high priest (he converted to Alarmism some time ago)
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and he informed me of the following incantation to protect your ancient wines
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from deteriorating:
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Oh yes my friend, I think it's time
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To stop the aging of your wine.
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A wine can only get so old, you see
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Before it gets too vineg'ry.
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And what could help us in this our
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To keep our wine from going sour?
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The Fossil Pigs, I must suggest,
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Let's summon them, and do our best.
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At first you'll need a wooden spoon,
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Two insect eyes, a golden rune,
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Three garnishes of floating herb
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And goop collected from a curb.
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Take the spoon in thine right hand,
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And wave it all around the land.
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Prepare the eyes of insect two
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By adding in the herb and goo.
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Stir quickly now, while chanting thus:
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"I love to fuck asparagus!"
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And while you say this, stir the stuff
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Until you think it's had enough
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Now spread it out upon the rune
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And blithely sing a merry tune...
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"Oh Fossil Pigs, Great Fossil Pigs,
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My friends so high and mighty,
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Pray won't you help me save my wine
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and keep it righty-dighty?"
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Stand back you now, and in the flash
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Resulting as they smell your stash
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You'll see a sign of their reply
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And hear a sort of piggy sigh,
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Whereon, you'll know that all is weller
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In the wine within your cellar...
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No more now shall you regret
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That spirits turn to vinaigrette.
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LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa.....
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From :Dittany Of Crete #828
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Subject :Life Itself
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DateTime:9:11 pm Tue Oct 09, 1990
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I am sad, I know not why
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Was Not Was does make me cry
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"A joke" he says, but not for me;
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Were Never Was t'would better be.
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From :Powerful Paul #100
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Subject :What is NetHack...
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DateTime:1:19 am Thu May 17, 1990
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RE: Here's another...
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Nethack is the totality of existence and experience squeezed into the
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macroscopic paradigm of an ANSI game. It is the answer to every question, and
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also the questions themselves. It is the expansion of the dnim, the taming of
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the unicorn, the subjugation of the wizard, the power of the demon lord,
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it's...........
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NETHACK!!!
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--PP
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(geez, I must be more drunk than I thought...)
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Remember....Alice watches your every step....
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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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