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º Demented Anarchists & Malicious Malignant Inventors of Terror º
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Issue #2 - From the Mind of Madcap
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By: Madcap
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Letter From Madcap:
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Well, if your reading this I guess Sir Robin is real lax on rules. When we
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Decided that DAMMiT would not have any rules, we meant it. If there's one
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thing I believe in it's that censorship sucks. Even though I'm for anarchy, I
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still believe in free speech. Since I'm impatient I'll not repeat the whole
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amendment, but, in short it promises freedom of speech, freedom of expression,
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& all dat crap. Besides minor spell checking and editor's notes, there will
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be absolutly no censorship. You could say "Sir Robin sucks cock"..... We'd
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kill yer dog, burn yer house down, kill your loved ones, eat your fingers, dye
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your intestines orange, autopsy you while your still living, and paste your
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toes to the floor, but we'll print your submission. So if you see any
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censorship in DAMMiT, get your eyes checked - it won't be there!
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<Madcap> Co-Founder.
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(Sir robin does the finger eating, Madcap has no stomach for it.)
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The Fly
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A Poem/Limerick By: Madcap
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In my room is a fly
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it flew into my eye
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I grabbed a book
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(my oh my)
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and said good bye
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For then it was I
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who caused that fly
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to die
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now I'm blind in an eye
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(Editor's note: How touching.... I think I'm gonna cry!)
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Drink of The Dead
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By: Madcap
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The Smell of Death,
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Leers on my Breath,
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I lead her back,
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Open my maw,
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There is no fight,
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Just delight,
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I wash my mouth,
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of the blood of her neck,
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All that's left,
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But a double speck,
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Of BLOOD.
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Baptism of Blood
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Also by: Madcap
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I tilt back her head,
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My teeth puncture her neck,
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I drink away her blood, her life,
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To us the greatest gift I am giving,
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For now she's truly, a member of the Un-Living.
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Unlife (See a pattern Here?)
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Once Again By: Madcap
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Slowly I wake,
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The ultimate curse,
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I rise still in the hearse,
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I take hold of the driver,
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When I'm thru with him,
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He won't be any liver.
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Death has Fur
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(Editors Note: I always thought death wore robes!)
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By: Madcap
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Intestine stuck on a spearhead,
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Blood runs dry as you wake in bed,
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A wolf sits on your chest,
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You'll die quickly at best.
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Lord of the Night
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Again By: Madcap
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You and your girl,
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Necking in the closet,
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A sound you hear,
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Frozen with fear,
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Turn on the light,
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Don't worry it's only,
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The lord of the Night.
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Dinner of the Dead
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Another one by: Madcap
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Down the hall they are led,
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In minutes they'll be dead,
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To us it's life,
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To them it's death,
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The first breathes it last breath,
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As I open my jaw & You raise your paw,
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The second knows just what he saw,
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And then they bring him in,
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We commit the ultimate sin,
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They are our meal,
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& Now the eating begins.
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Pleasant, Weren't they. Now, something from ME! Wow, an added bonus.
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15 Things to do on the Roof
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By: Sir Robin
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1. Try to jump through the ceiling
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2. Pretend your stuck and get some sap to call the Fire department, & Leave
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before they come
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3. Learn to fly
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4. Jump off the roof, crashing into the mailman
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5. Slide down the chimney
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6. Use a SuperSoaker and blast people going near your house
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7. Jump on your parents car as it comes out of the garage
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8. Throw fire crackers at passing cars
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9. Launch Model rockets (Or model Rocket bombs, more fun there) and see where
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they land
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10. In the winter, ice your roof down, toss up some snow, and Ski off your
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roof
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11. Get binoculars and stare at people. They'll get a funny feeling
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12. Three Words: Good Sniping Position
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13. Blow up your room from above?
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14. Sleep
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15. Throw Shingles into the street
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Well, thas it for issue 2, but first, a joke & Crap like that.
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A man made an appointment with a psychiatrist. When he showed up, he was
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carrying a large square box. The shrink said "If I'm going to help you, I have
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to know everything about you. Why don't you start by showing me what's so
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important in that box?"
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The man opened the box. Inside was a woman's severed head, with a big
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flowered straw hat on top.
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"Oh, my God!" The shrink cried. "That's Hideous!"
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"I know," the man said. "That's exactly what I told her when she bought it."
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<DAMMiT>
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"Why Not?"
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