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[ B L a H ] / S C P P R E S E N T S
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Ü ÜßÝ Ü Ü Ü
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Ý Û Ý Ý Ý ¿Ä¿ Ú¿ ¿Ä¿ Ú¿¿ ¿Ä¿ ¿ Ú
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Ý ß Ý ÜßÜ Ý Ý ³ ³ Ú ³ ³ ³ ³ ³ ³ ³ BLaH
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ÝßÜ Ý ÜÝ ÝßÝÜÝ ³ÄÙ ³ Ù ³¿ ³ ³ÄÙ ÀÅÙ File
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Ý Ý Ý ÜßÝ Ý Ý Ý Ù ÀÙ ÙÄÙ Ù Ù À Á #026
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Ý Ý Ý Þ Ý Ý Ý
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ÝÜß ÝÜÜÝ ßÜÜßÞ ÜÝ ÞÜ by the [BLaH]/SCP Continuum
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ðÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄð
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[BLaH]/SCP Proudly Present the 1st BLaH Poetry File.. Yes, in order to be k00l,
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BLaH has become [BLaH], and a new subdivision has been formed... SCP. SCP as
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any [BLaH]fan knows is Semi-Creative Poetry, the division of BLaH which works
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solely on expression in a form which can only be described as Semi-Creative
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Poetry. Most of the members of [BLaH] are in SCP, but some members work solely
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for SCP. We would release a k-rad informational journal, but most of us can't
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program worth shit, and those that can are to busy glossing their own egos to
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do anything creative whatsoever, except for the occasional poetic endeavour.
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No insinuations are given by this childish little outburst. None at all. Long
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Live [BLaH] '92.
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ÄÄÄEnough With The CynicismÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
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Here's what this file is about. Poetry. Some is cheesy, some is funny, ALL is
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true at least for that brief gap between with the idea is born and when the
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resulting text file is deleted. This file is true for ME at this very moment,
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as is this statement. Later, I can regret writing this, or not. Whatever be
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clever.. The poetry is divided into a couple of groups, titled on whims. Keep
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reading if you like this so far, and enjoy the ride. All poetry is by Guido
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Sanchez, composed at the time of writing this file <ie original> unless
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otherwise indicated. Some of it's by Constantine, some of it is just really
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cool stuff that turned me on AT THAT PARTICULAR MOMENT. Yumm.
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¯ÄÄÄ7 Bits, Even Parody, 1 Stop BitÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ®
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Necrophile Scoutmaster
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In her coffin
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I will grope her breast,
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Gaze at nudity
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I throb and I pulsate
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And utilize her frigid maw.
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I insert my longing dong.
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I now know what
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It means by Webelos.
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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
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Hefty Herb Says : For those who are without a clue, I'll tell you what I'm here
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^^^^^^^^^^ to do. But first let me introduce myself. My name is Herb,
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ooh boys n not anything else. I'm a big fat dude with a gift for rap,
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girls! A I got Bill Cosby jumping on my back, Cause it seems that he's
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RAPPER! A got a copyright, on what I am, a black stereotype. But never-
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role model! mind that as Nirvana would say, I'm not here to bitch, I'm
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here to get paid. I just gotta do what comes naturally, cause
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You SAW this me an Gweed share a mentality. He writes mindless shit, and
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line coming a Ä-> I mindless crap. He calls his art, I call mine rap.
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mile away. The thing that be is he understands me, and it's true that
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it's mutual. It's just common sense, Cause I'm a literary
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device for writers that can't tell their ass from a hole.
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So if you be confused by this past peace of art, come along
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and join in the crowd. Following is the origrinal piece of
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"work", it was masked by a scanty thin shroud.
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The Scout Oath <from the Scout Handbook>
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On my honor,
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I will do my best,
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To do my duty
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To God and my country
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To obey the scout law.
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To keep myself physically strong,
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Mentally awake,
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And morally straight.
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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
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ÄÄÄOur Fellow Man For BreakfastÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
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Jeffrey Dahlmer met a guy
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Then he baked him in a pie. <With an apology to Lizzie Borden>
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Jeff promised he'd be a star
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And now he is a candy bar.
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There once was a fellow named Jeff
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Who dealt others a fair hand of death
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Suffice it to say,
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I'm amazed in a way,
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That in Home Ec. He received an "F".
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Oh hungry is our god, Jeffrey,
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For skin of fellow man. <America, The Beautiful thingie>
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For pilgrimage to that factory
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Of chocolate which he ran. <I know he didn't run it, it rhymes though>
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Oh Jay Ell Dee, Oh Jaaaay Ell Dee
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Please Judge, show your mercy.
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Reduce his term
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By centuries;
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Or reduce his legal fees.
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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
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Hefty Herb AGAIN:
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Well "re" to you all, I'm back on the scene, And this time I can use the entire
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screen. Seems while Guido was spewing emotionally, I had a court date, paid
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some legal fees, Cause that bastard Bill Cosby filed a lawsuit against this so-
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called text file group, he says that he wants twenty percent for us using this
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stereotype, just remember this, "ya'll", when you here that "racist!" tripe. I
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guess after all that he can't be blamed, he's just another brother playing this
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game, but I won't go spewing that anarchy shit, that's Guido's job, his measly
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two bits. In fact I don't know why I'm here this time, could it be that Gweed
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just gets off on rhyme? Those last few things on ol JLD seemed pretty straight-
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forward if you know what I mean. Oh wait, hold a minute, back up the toilet.
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You people see the letters, but you just don't know it. JLD is a magic little
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group. The first is for Jeffrey, the second is Lou. And Dalhmer is third, as
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I'm sure you can tell, but you COULD be a warez geek, or even Ma Bell. Since
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you are reading this lame piece of shit, I can tell among other things that
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your brain was forfeit. So I'll be off now, Mister and Missus White, Oh, I
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almost forgot the clause of the copyright..
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(C) Copyright 1992 William Cosby and BLaH Industries.. all rights reserved.
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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
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¨Ä-ÄDeath Can Be Fun!Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä-Ä?
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I came upon a man, of sorts,
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Accompan'ied by some French cohorts
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He asked me what my reason was
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I answered this dilemna thus
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"My reason, as far as I can see
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Is to brutally kill thee"
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I then relieved him of his gun,
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Killed him and his comrades, one by one.
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Poetry can be quite fun
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When written by point of a gun.
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But when you write some nasty things
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About that bastard with a gun
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Things can become quite nasty
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In a not-so-completely-different way.
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ÓÄÄÄK0nstantine'z K-Rad K0rnerÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄĽ
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Here's to the end of the world.. <klink> <glug glug glug>
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Haiku-Fu
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Orchid petals on a lily pool
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And shit like that.
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I tried writing Haiku but my emotions
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Won't fit the syllable pattern.
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Don't You Trust Me, Childe?
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Don't you trust me, childe?
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We've been down this road before, you and I.
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You always forget me,
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And you always wear a different face,
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But we know what we're all about.
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Take my hand now;
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It was I who put you in your mother's womb,
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Reared you, kept the wolves at bay
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Until your time came.
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Do not fear the scythe;
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It is only for show,
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And I am too old for games.
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Don't you trust me, childe?
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We've been down this road before, you and I.
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Here, let me hold the door for you.
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Never let it be said that I am anything less
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Than a perfect gentleman.
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On the Eve of the Bulls Victory '92
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Homecoming heroes,
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Champions of the ball bow your heads to
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Shattered glass and crystal night.
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A bookseller's wares trampled in the street
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In the rush to fill arms with Jack Daniels and glory.
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Come, you sports patriots,
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Grab a color TV
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And join the celebration.
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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
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Hefty Herb Time
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Now I must admit most seriously, the point of Connie's art has eluded me.
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Maybe there's none, con, no offense, more likely that I'm just a little
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dense. But what's to be expected when created by Gweed? Oh lord help me, I'd
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like to be freed. I'm forced into spewing lame rhymes like that, and If I say
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"spew" one more, then that be that. Fine Gweed, fuck you, I'm outta this place,
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I'd rather not exist than stare at your ugly face. Fare thee well and all of
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that crap, I sure hope you enjoyed my insignificant rap.
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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
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Well, I'd write some more crap but I'm spent like the post-ejaculation phallus
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that I am.. thanks for reading this crap, may you laugh may you cry, but if
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Herb must go than so must I. Adios to you all, till a later date, and fuck you
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those who went Bush/Quayle in 88. Just look what you've done! You've [NuKE]d
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the whole country. Are you proud of yourself, voting with the economy? It just
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goes to show the gullibility of folks, like Dana Plato of Different Strokes.
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Have you seen those gifs of her and a frog? It makes my penis look like a
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wart hog. Well, I'm out of lame rhymes for the present time, fare well, adieu,
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may you digest chyme. <spelling, I know>
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As always, for more of our shit.. check out these places..
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Nun-Beaters Anonymous <708>251-5094 Carbon Nation <708>965-8965
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Æ Å ´
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The Insane Asylum <305>927-3028 The Realm of Death <419>475-3089
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À Á Ù
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As always, free access on Nun-Beaters Anonymous.. H/P/V/A/C, etc.. first
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call, 10 hours, no ratios, etc.. why am I plugging here? If you read these
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files, you could probably care less about that shit.. c'est la vie.
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{---Propaganda Line... FLT is the only decent cracking group!-------------}
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{----------------------well, FiRM too.. they've earned respect!-----------}
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