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ݱ15 Apr 90±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±_ROR_-_ALUCARD_±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±Ý? Þ°
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Ý Ý A Þ°
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Ý This is the 3rd Edition of POEMDOX. Poems collected Ý ?Þ°
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Ý from The Electric Pub and The SDBP Headquarters. A ßßßßß°
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Ý Lots more to come as Time & Drugs permit, I'm sure.... Tfile Þ°
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Ý Distribution Þ°
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ÜÜÜÜÜ Written by: Pressed Rat, Rabid Liberal, Doctor Murdock Centere Þ°
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Ý? Þ Mr. Midnight, Element Lad, Laughing Swede + - RoR - Þ°
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°°°The HQ of SDBP, inc - 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 :Doctor Murdock #2
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To: All
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Subject : This..
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DateTime: 12:19 am Mon Mar 12, 1990
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Is the Mithril Poems from the Pub. I put this here so it would be easier
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to get ONTO.
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This is for poems not for bullshit, just incase some idiot out there wants to
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be an idiot. All stupid messages will be deleted. That means you, Rabid.
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<grin>
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RoR
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From :Laughing Swede #24
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To: Doc
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Subject : Hey
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DateTime: 7:39 pm Mon Mar 12, 1990
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Don't we already have a Mithrill thing on Death;s board? Oh well, I guess
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it'll work here....
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Hey, ever think about this....dress up 10,000 ants as rice and rob a Chinese
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Restaurant?
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From :Sid Gnarly #6
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To:Hmm
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Subject :That
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DateTime:3:21 pm Tue Mar 13, 1990
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is not racial right?
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Number :4 of 21
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From :Pressed Rat #16
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To:All
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Subject :Nah,
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DateTime:7:53 pm Thu Mar 15, 1990
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The race
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For rice
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Is leading
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into space
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a place
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quite nice
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unless perhaps
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you take a right
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and then alight
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upon the nicest rice
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and find yourself with lice
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and many many hordes of mice
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of many more from whom you can't entice
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the nicest rice upon this spacy racy stone.
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Goo goo goo-choo!
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From :Doctor Murdock #2
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To:All
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Subject :Poem...
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DateTime:1:53 am Wed Mar 21, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30979.1)
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Green Mooncakes
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By: Doctor Murdock
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03/20/90
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Here eat some of this magic mushroom...
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Magic Mushroom? Magic Mushroom?
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Mushroom did you say?
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How about in a box?
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How about in a box with a fox?
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How about on a hill?
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How about with a pill?
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How about with a fox in a box on a hill with a big aqua coloured pill called
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"RoR - Alucard"?
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But, Sam-I-Am! I do not LIKE Magic Mushrooms!
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I do not like them, I say!
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Please Sam-I-Am, please go away...
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Go away? Away to where?
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With Magic Mushrooms you can go here or there
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You can go just about ANYWHERE!
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So here, take some Magic Mushroom and disappear!
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In a boat with a goat..
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In a tree with a flee..
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On your head almost dead
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In a hole with a mole..
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It's your choice whatever you decide!
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Eat some Magic Mushrooms and enjoy the ride!
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Oh, ok, Sam-I-Am, you don't give me a choice
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I'll eat the Magic Mushroom to quiet your voice!
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OH, GREAT! Here, you are, the finest in the land!
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The big aqua mushroom, glowing in your hand!
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Eat it now, eat all you will!
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It's better than gas, powder, or pill!
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OH WOW, SAM-I-AM!! I was a FOOL!
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HEY, SAM-I-AM! THIS IS WAY COOL!
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Oh Sam-I-Am, while you're around..
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RoR
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From :Doctor Murdock #2
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To:All
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Subject :Poem
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DateTime:9:46 pm Wed Mar 21, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30952.1)
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- OUT TO LUNCH -
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by: Doctor Murdock
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03/20/90
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Santa Claus is coming to town
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His sleigh packed with new drugs and old wine
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He'll want some little girls to sit on his lap
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Santa can get you those disposable syringes
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Shoot up some coke and loosen some hinges
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Santa doesn't ask for your age or ID
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Burn up some coke and run him an IV
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Do crystal meth till late afternoon
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Nothin can beat that Psilocybin Mushroom
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Being up for 3 days really sucks alot
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Smoke all that speed, smoke all that pot
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Snort those long white crystal lines
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Main line that smack several times
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Can't come down, gotta stay up high
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More of my favorite drugs to help me fly
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Fly through the sky on your magic shroom
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Do some crank and really zoom!
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The next line won't rhyme because your too fucked up
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See? I told you.
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RoR - Alucard
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From :Sid Gnarly #6
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To:All
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Subject :Bitches
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DateTime:10:00 pm Wed Mar 21, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30945.1)
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Bitches with hairy arm pits
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aren't the bitches for me
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bitches with those little kids
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aren't the bitches for free
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Bitches that have boyfriends
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are the bitches to grab
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Bitches like to fuck but that depends
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on the bitches you want to nab
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Bitches come in different shapes
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Some in red, some in blue
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fuck on the cue
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So this is the song of the bitches, bring it down for me fellas
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bitches, bitches, shawn-da-lay bitches
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two more bitches than every guy
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making more pimps to make virgins cry
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Number :8 of 21
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From :Element Lad #59
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To:All
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Subject :....
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DateTime:11:05 pm Wed Mar 21, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30939.1)
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Ode while listening to side "A" of Magical Mystery Tour:
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A bottle of green liquid, not half empty but half full;
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how did it become this way?
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.....~MYSTERY TRIPPPP....~
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........it was the Joker, but of course!
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as a young child in wint'ry Alaska,
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I had but this one great fear,
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that when ever I would put on that record,
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Lennon would hike off with my rear.
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being the impressionable one that I was,
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his songs would fright in me instill,
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I was the textbook paranoid,
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until I discovered a "pill".
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now, you all talk about Alice and Else,
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but this was something else altogether...
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It was an experience unheralded by legend,
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I was light as a feather...
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shit, that sucked!
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I'm flyinnnnnnnnnng.....dah dah dah dah dah DAH! dah dah dah dah dah DAH!!!!
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whoooooooootloooooOOOOoooOOOOOolllOOOOOOOOOooouuuuuuuuuuuuooooo!!!!!!!...?
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From :Laughing Swede #24
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To:Elad
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Subject :Aha
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DateTime:4:22 pm Thu Mar 22, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30924.1)
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I myself had similar night mare
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That Robert Plant would stalk me
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And no one would care.
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Robert Plant, demonic of voice
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Would hunt me down, and I had no choice
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But to fear his music, and the band Zep of Led.
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For they are evil, and a music to dread,
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Though he had nice tunes, like "All of My love"
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I knew deep inside he wished to Pop
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my skull open, Misty Mountain Hop.
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Hey Pressed Rat, BITE ME!
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Number :10 of 21
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From :Pressed Rat #16
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To:Laughing Swede #24
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Subject :eeeeeeeyowch!
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DateTime:6:23 pm Thu Mar 22, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30915.1)
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RE: Aha
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Ok ya swedester, here's yer bite.
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I had a natural plate to fight.
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It stopped me cold and made me stare
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I had to sit before of there.
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And then the smell of fog I had
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Not loady loads, but just a tad.
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It stripped me of the will to float,
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Though until then, I'd been a goat.
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And then and then and then and then
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And then and then and then and then
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And then and then and then and then.
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But while I was, it hit me, too
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That several fuzzy tarts were new
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Although connected, never stuck
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So all my objects drove the truck.
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O voice of chunk, O limpest bean,
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Be free of concrete like I've seen.
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We gotta fly bananas soon,
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To croon the doom of electric spoon!
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Later folks! The world is beautiful, so enjoy! Back after Spring BrakE
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ah.
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pressedrat
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From :Element Lad #59
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To:All
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Subject :I'm on a Voyage of Vengeance.
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DateTime:9:20 am Sat Mar 24, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30829.1)
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Arrest Hunger, not free food...
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it really puts me in the mood...
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the Bastard Plants, Chrysler too..
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I'm not Stever Largent, are you?
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Chew or Snuff is real bad STUFF;
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How bout a beer?
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He says "I am the LAW"
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when he really means: "I am a QUEER"
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So when ol' Benny sez:
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just dont watch any programs
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written by Norman Lear!
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Ending Genetic Disease is the plan;
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at any time of year!
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I went to Computerland
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they kicked me on my rear!
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From :Rabid Liberal #22
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To:And
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Subject :ov curse
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DateTime:11:58 am Sat Mar 24, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30820.1)
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aslithily the toads did swim
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across the wired bimble-scrim
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and far away in lands of blue
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a pretty made brought meals to you
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she laughed and cried
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and lived and died
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across from mamble scrams and pim
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whose trolly boats did wade and swim
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the little ones frettled hot,
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and made the hookah burn then not
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and why, after the day was done
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did the toad his tongue did run
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thru the weaves across the world
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and that my boy is the shroom tale
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sent to you thru the fungus mail
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it is the end of this little poem
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so scrimble way and loudly moan
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The End
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From :-=%>Mr. Midnight<%=- #263
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To:All
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Subject :THPHT!!!
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DateTime:12:56 am Tue Apr 10, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30416.1)
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The Mad Gardener's Song
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He thought he saw an Elephant,
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That practiced on a fife:
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He looked again, and found it was
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A letter from his wife.
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"At length I realize," he said,
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"The bitterness of Life!"
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He thought he saw a buffalo
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Upon the chimney-piece:
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He looked again, and found it was
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His Sister's Husband's Niece.
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"Unless you leave this house," he said,
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"I'll send for the Police!"
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He thought he saw a Rattlesnake
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That questioned him in Greek:
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He looked again, and found it was
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The Middle of Next Week.
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"The one thing I regret," he said,
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"Is that I cannot speak!"
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He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
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Descending from the bus:
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He looked again, and found it was
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A Hippopotamus.
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"If this should stay to dine," he said,
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"There won't be much for us!"
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He thought he saw a Kangaroo
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That worked a cofee-mill:
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He looked again, adn found it was
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A Vegetable-Pill.
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"Were I to swallow this," he said,
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"I should be very ill!"
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He thought he saw a Couch-and-Four
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That stood beside his bed:
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He looked again, and found it was
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A Bear without a Head.
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"Poor thing," he said, "poor silly thing!
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It's waiting to be fed!"
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He thought he saw an Albatross
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That fluttered round a lamp:
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He looked again, and found it was
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A Penny-Postage-Stamp.
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"You'd best be getting home," he said,
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"The nights are very damp!"
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He thought he saw a Garden-Door
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That opened with a key:
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He looked again, and found it was
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A Double Rule of Three:
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"And all its mystery," he said,
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"Is clear as day to me!"
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He thought he saw an Argument
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That proved he was the Pope:
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He looked again, and found it was
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A Bar of Mottled Soap.
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"A fact so dread," he faintly said,
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"Extinguishes all hope!"
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- Lewis Carroll
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From :Leon Trotsky #300
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To:All
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Subject :Boy howdy
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DateTime:1:20 pm Tue Apr 10, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30412.1)
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that Lewis Carroll was a good writer, even if he did like little girls.
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From :Pressed Rat #16
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To:Allllllllllllllll
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Subject :JAH LEWIS CARROLL!
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DateTime:12:15 am Wed Apr 11, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30393.1)
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... Jah lewis! Jah Carroll! Jah Queen Nefertiti!
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but lay off those line feeds, ok?
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Once upon a time...
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SDBP was on the line,
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I wrote another poem for Sir Death
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(a man I've met but thrice and still haven't gotten drunk with!)
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and then somebody yelled "hey DUMBSHIT" from the other room,
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calling me away with a mysterious air of quackery,
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Lepidoptera my 2nd silliest peck of Snide
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at the E.T. Surf Shop when all things
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with emphasis on the letters we couldn't hear...
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Ten tantalizing minutes later everybody was on the
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floor groaning about something Nan said (who's Nan?)
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into the spittoon, which echoed and reverberated
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and went on and on until it circumscribed our entire
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frame of mind, which was alternately good and bad -
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which one, we couldn't figure out, and somehow it all
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came back to "in a soft world wherefore can things be hard?"
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and socks were of great importance unless being worn.
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So it was that farewell was sung to the Froot-Bats
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(notice this recurring themE????????????????????????????????????????????????
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???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? eh?
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time to go now. Pressed Rat
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From :Leon Trotsky #300
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To:All
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Subject :Python is poetry, really.
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DateTime:5:27 pm Wed Apr 11, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30373.1)
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" I've got a slug. "
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" Does it talk? "
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" Yes. "
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" All right, I'll take it then. "
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From :[>> Vendejo Mysterioso #59 <<]
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To:Tommy
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Subject :...
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DateTime:11:38 pm Wed Apr 11, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30356.1)
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Tommy can you hear me?
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Can you feel me near you?
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Tommy can you see me??
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Can I help to cheer you??
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oooh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy,
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Tommy can you see me?
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Can you feel me near you?
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Tommy can you feel me?
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Can I help to cheer you??
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ooooh , Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.... Tommy.........Tommmy.....Tommy....
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From :Doctor Murdock #2
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To:All
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Subject :Heedy Hide..
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DateTime:12:10 am Thu Apr 12, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30349.1)
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I definitely agree.....most definittttttTTley....
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But I must add...
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The Queen only strikes when the moon if a quarter and the sun turns aqua!
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Or the cat that where's a hat, wiped his feet on the mat and then sat....
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He fell and went snap and he then took a nap...
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Or a mouse hit his head and he then was quite dead...
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OR She gave to me, a big yellow pea...
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Then it SLAPPED you across the room and LAUGHED in your genral direction!!!!
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Like THIS:
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MMMMUUUUUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA!
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And then stuck your head in a big vise press and mill your HEAD!!!
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Or stick you on a generator and watch you FrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRyyyYyYYyYy!
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Then look to you and say, "RoR, man............."
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From :-=%>Mr. Midnight<%=- #263
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To:All
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Subject :RoR!
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DateTime:12:57 am Thu Apr 12, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30347.1)
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A Place Called Else
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I was waiting for the bus one day
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When a little man said to me
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"You look like you could use a break,
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Here, take this and be free."
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I examined what he gave me
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And found to my surprise
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A purple-mottled mushroom!
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A Doorway in disguise!
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When I got home that day
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I opened up that Door
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Into a land that men call "Else"
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Where I'd never been before.
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A more beautiful place to be
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I have truely never known
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Sights to fill the heart with joy
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Or chill you to the bone.
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I met a girl named Alice
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Who whispered in my ear
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"RoR-Alucard"!
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It was then that I knew fear.
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Madness raged all around
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This I now could see
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The dark, forboding Land of Else
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Was not the place for me.
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When I woke the morning next
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With the half eaten shroom in my hand
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I swore that I would never again
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Enter into that dark land.
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But once you've tasted the Forbidden Fruit
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Its call you can't ignore
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So once again I take the Key
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And open up the Door...
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-=%>The Midnight Poet<%=-
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FUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!! I NEEEED SLACK!!!!
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Your Phriend,
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-=%>Sir Midnight<%=-
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(Knight of the Sacred Order of Wotan)
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From :Doctor Murdock #2
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To:All
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Subject :Ok...
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DateTime:10:01 pm Thu Apr 12, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30331.1)
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I'm trying an experiment here, folks...
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I'm posting in a completely sober state (for now).
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Today....I.....did many exciting things, which I will go into great detail
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with you right now...
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Please put your Captain Crunch decoder glasses on now....
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<BEGIN CODED MESSAGE>
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<END CODED MESSAGE>
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Thank you for your support....
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RoR
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From :Pressed Rat #16
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To:All
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Subject :Heh - decoder glasses...
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DateTime:11:44 pm Thu Apr 12, 1990 (C:\BBS\MSGS\C-30324.1)
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Tommy is Alice's male cousin.
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Listening to you, I get the music
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Gazing at you, I get the heat
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Following you, I climb the mountain
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I get excitement at your feet.
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Right behind you, I see the millions
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On you, I see the glory
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From you, I get opinions
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From you, I get the story!
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From :Pressed Rat #189
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To:All
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Subject :The REST!
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DateTime:10:03 pm Thu Dec 14, 1989
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Attackers come fast, they take us by night
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We prepare our mystical tools for the fight
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Great magical pots full of swirling evil
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To pour on the heads of the opposing people.
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Ladders, siege towers, all they have brought.
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Great wartime machines of mighty and mought.
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But we've been prepared since the Oracle spoke;
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I turn to my fellow wall-guard and take a last toke.
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The attackers do their best, but they cannot win -
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They don't know we've got our secret weapon dialed in!
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Yes, all of our wall-guards are high on the Weed
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And prepared to dispatch them as if no great Deed!
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With a crazed twisted smile and a look in our eye
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That would stop Death itself as if stuck in a sty,
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We defend our last refuge with all of our might
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And destroy them as fast as they come into sight.
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An arrow flashed by, which I caught in my teeth.
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There seems to end to the attackers beneath.
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Dumping rocks and old wads of bad things on their heads
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We ensure that the most of them will go home dead.
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I can hear now their wailings, they thought they were keen
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But now they turn back at the fierce things they've seen.
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Yes this is the best of the battles I've had
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I draw now my sword and slay some man's dad
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We pursue all the last of them off as they flee
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Out into the desert beyond the Galee
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Now perhaps they will never return to harass
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And of course if they do we will make them haul ass!
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And what do you suppose made this all possibile?
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Could it possibly be something rhyming with Fossible?
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Yes sire, I tell thee, we've got Pigs on our side,
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And beseeching them last week to give us their hide,
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We receive a reply: "sure we'll do all we can"
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-Sure enough, we have won, to a man!
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Now you all must go off and learn for yourselves
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That the Fossil Pigs are your friends, be you men or just elves
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And that it pays to implore them to help you, my friend!
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If done properly, your life may never end.
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(!) 12-14-89 made up as I go, by
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Squire PRESSED RAT of the kingdom of Petipoom
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' ' , ; ' ` ; ,, ` `
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',' '.,..' ; ; `..,.` `,'
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Hello and Hi.
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How are you today?
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Feeling well?
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Oh, by the way...
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Ready to Die?
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War Is Hell!
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- Doctor Murdock
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I DON'T CARE WHAT THE NEIGHBORS SAY!
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Hear I live and here I'll stay!
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I do my thing and I do MY way!
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Living the life of Riley every day!
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And ya know what?
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I DON'T CARE WHAT THE NEIGHBORS SAY!!!!!
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I party all of the days and all of the nights!
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And the neighbors, they always start fights!
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But that's too bad...
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Cuz my dog...he BITES!!!!!!!!!
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I work on my car and it makes me proud!
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It's a 427 Side Oiler and it's fuckin LOUD!
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And if they complain...
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I burn 'em off and leave 'em in a smoke cloud!!!!!!!!
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My stereo..HAHA..it's hella BIG!
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And my Booze...heh...I SWIG!
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And when that bitch calls?
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I yell, "SHUT UP YOU FAT PIG!!!!!!!!!!!"
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I do my drugs and have my fun!
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I even sell them to their son!
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Once they called the cops...
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So I gave him some acid and a loaded gun!!!!!!!!!!
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I bring women over and have my WAY!
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I make 'em scream & yell, and that's just foreplay!
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Then they complained one day...
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So their daughters virginity I did SLAY!
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I DON'T CARE WHAT THE NEIGHBORS SAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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AND I HATE YOU TOO!
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- Doctor Murdock
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RoR-Alucard
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In my dreams I stay, I like it here, strange as that seems
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I like to run through the fields
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In the warm summer sun; And I'll lurk in the shadows
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I'll crawl through the dark; And stalk my prey in the park
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In the winter moonlight
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And I'll keep an eye out for you; Maybe we can run together
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And we will stay here forever
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And ever
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Happy laughter and cries of joy
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On our way there's no pain to bear; Just the lose of you, my dear
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And that drop of sorrow is my tear
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But for now we'll run hand in hand
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Across the valley and into time; Searching for nothing
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On our way; In my dreams I stay.....
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- Doctor Murdock
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-===================-
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+ All Hail Isabeau! +
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All Hail Isabeau!
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Thats what she said
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I sat and listened to the songs
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And the chants in my head
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Hail Isabeau!
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Thats what he said
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I asked a question
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He turned and fled
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All Hail Isabeau!
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Thats what they said
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I yelled out loud
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And she struck them dead
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Hail Isabeau!
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Thats what we said
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We all cried to ourself
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Our hearts, they bled
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All Hail Isabeau!
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Thats what she cried
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I ate my fruit
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My sanity did slide
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Hail Isabeau!
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Thats what he cried
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I drank my wine
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I set my reason aside
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All Hail Isabeau!
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Thats what they cried
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I climbed to the alter
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And took my bride
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Hail Isabeau!
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Thats what I cried
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I made love to Her
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Then died
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- Doctor Murdock
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RoR
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12/20/89
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Pressed Rat #16
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7:12 pm Sat Dec 02, 1989@All
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A wood nymph by a small stream lay
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And made garlands of the wildflowers
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Her loving satyr in the waves
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Frolicked with fish to pass the hours.
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Awhilst she spun her pretty clusters,
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Lupine, cat's paw, indian brush -
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He backfloated upon the stream
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Which gave him quite a heady rush.
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All through those days the brook ran strong
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And burbled there not unlike wine;
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Their love rose ever higher still
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The purest love within their time.
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He wrote the songs she sang to him
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In voices clear as chapel bells;
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She wrote the dance he danced for her
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Upon the secret flowered dell.
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Alas, that satyr once was Me
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But now I've lost my fair nymph's voice.
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The wizards bound and brought me here
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And stripped me then of every choice.
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If I could but return to her,
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I'd give my very soul for that
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But now I'm chained in this new time
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A degenerate pressed rat.
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DateTime:1:54 pm Wed Feb 21, 1990 (C:\TAGS\MSGS\A-26624.1)
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CATATONIC
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.... my arms are bound.
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and my eyes are closed... why?
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the darkness frightens me...
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yet, I welcome its peacefullness...
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voices..thoughts...feelings...
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my legs are bound,
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along with my soul,
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my body deteriorates..
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Until there is nothing left...
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but a rotting corpse...
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Can Anyone Hear me?
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Dark Nite
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2/25/90
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"The Way Station - T-File Distribution Centre"
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[HAMMER A KEY, YE SCUM] and why isn't my ansi on, dammit??)
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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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