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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #299 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "POETRY EXPLOSION 2!" !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Various Artists !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 12/3/98 !!
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!!========================================================================!!
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This is HOE's second venture into poetry compilation, the last
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was #199. You'll find this issue is jam-packed full of variety. Good,
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bad, funny, pointless, strange, confusing, and absolutely horrible verse.
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What else would you expect? And it's all for your reading pleasure!
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Can *you* tell which is brilliant and which is completely stupid?!
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We DARE you.
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This issue features h0etry from the following (26) authors
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(in alphabetical order):
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Altrocks, Anjee, AnonGirl, Apollo, Belial, Cappacino, Cstone,
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Cyn, Ernest "The Cat" Miller, G0ff, Jester, Jook, Kaia, Kreid,
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Lilnilhil, Mogel, Mooer, Mutter, Neko, Obsidian, PezMonkey,
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Phairgirl, Quarex, Retribution, Rockstar, Seaya, Shadow Tao,
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Squinky, Styx, Tasha, Teerts, and Trilobyte.
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Be sure to enjoy. Or vomit.
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "Know"
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- by Altrocks
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Do you?
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Do you?
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Do I?
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Does anyone?
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Know?
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No.
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I don't think so.
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- "Time"
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- by Altrocks
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Time is energy,
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Because it can FORCE people apart,
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It can PULL at their usually stable relationships,
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It can PUSH it's way inbetween them,
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It causes differences,
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It makes problems.
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It and it's sister DISTANCE.
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "Anymore"
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- by Altrocks
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Anymore.
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No more.
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No one.
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Anywhere.
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Anything.
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Anymore.
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Nevermore will things be the same.
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They never are.
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The last stable pillar...
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The last Constant...
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The last anchor...
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Destroyed by a menial thing,
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Like you.
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- "sleepy"
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- by Anjee
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the sun slowly rises
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as the tingles
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let their presence known
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at last.
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sleep would feel good
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it'd feel even better
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if i put it off
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for a while.
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the weights on my eyelids get
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heavier.
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i can torture my sleepy mind,
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soul
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with stories of fiction
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or love [fiction]
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although i would much prefer
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sitting in front of a cold screen
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that whispers
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non-existant words
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from people who have
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similar sleeping disorders.
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which eventually leads to
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boredom. but that doesn't
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cooperate very well with the
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sleeping habits of an
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insomniac.
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but who am i to complain?
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i simply wish i could go to
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bed.
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- "scattered emotions"
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- by Anjee
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cold
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wrapping around my tired soul
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empty . . . took possession of my mind
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numbed my brain,
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heart.
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love, left me in the rain
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vulnerable,
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sought a way into my weak body. . .
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meanwhile, hate sept through
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the pores of my aging
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skin.
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pain decided to stay around for
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another day
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and hurt crept up on me
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when i was looking the other way.
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run,
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run faster
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further. . .
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but it never goes away.
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- "Poem"
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- by AnonGirl
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poetry is meaningful, and deep
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or it is shallow and empty
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it can be straight forward
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or it can be so goddamn confusing.
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periods here, commas there
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Capitalized or not?
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poetry can be about hate yet mean love,
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vice versa
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it discusses love,
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and how painful it is
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it discusses pain,
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and how lovely it is
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There once was a girl named Belle
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She always had something to sell
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She became very broke
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And choked on Diet Coke
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And was then sent straight down to Hell
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these are types of poetry
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there are many sorts
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they are opposite of me
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poems were meant to make sense
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although some don't
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some are nice and pretty
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and use words such as
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trees, love, frolick, ponder, lillies, sunset, ducks
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it can rhyme or not
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But all in all I think that poetry sucks.
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- "animals"
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- by Apollo
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the scorpion making its way
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structures below falling apart.
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sand that blows in her mind
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can never understand me.
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swans flying, high above
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clouds falling on top.
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the worms that crawl in her soul
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can never know me.
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mouse running away
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cats claws flying close.
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th fire that burns her bdoy
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can never feel her.
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the flowers are gone
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my head is falling apart.
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my body, soul or mind
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can never love her.
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- "ansi"
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- by Belial
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ansi, ansi - in my pants
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ansi, ansi - ansi dance
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "hackers"
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- by Belial
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hackers are fun,
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hackers are neat,
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if i was one,
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i would be elite.
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if i was a hacker,
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not that i care,
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i'd be a slacker,
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and have long hair.
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i would be as swift as a fox,
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it would be cool.
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i'd hack root on a box,
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and make the admin look like a fool.
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i'd change the motd,
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i'm not sure what it would say...
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something flashy...
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maybe, "you are owned, now go away!"
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but that's not enough,
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a hacker is more,
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i'd do all kinds of k-rad stuff,
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and i'd never score.
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actually, what?
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that's not right.
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hackers are sluts,
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they have sex every night.
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i do know,
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maybe i'm wrong.
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i better take this slow,
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/nick kingkong.
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "Shine"
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- by Cappacino
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And so i shine.
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though dimly-lit and discouraged to start--
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i fight and consume what i need and breathe
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until and ONLY until there is no doubt
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in anyone who sees me,
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I shine,
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absolutely.
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Brilliance,
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in every aspect of the word,
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is what i am,
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as i continue with what i will always be,
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shining.
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Why do I shine?
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a flash of doubt has seeped into your mind.
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'Does it matter?' is my only reply.
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the depths of my mind,
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everything that i encompass
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extends far beyond your own
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self-imposed boundaries of space & time.
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because while i sit, and shine,
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and you all sit, and watch,
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my soul shines ominpotently--
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everlasting,
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an immortal flame,
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and i have shone,
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as i shine now before you,
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and i will continue to shine,
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long after you whither and pass away...
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "useless words"
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- by Cstone
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words are far too intarticulate.
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but if silence could be constructed,
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what wouldn't we lose?
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can't we improve without destroying ourselves?
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could we fashion an uninterruptable silence--
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not subject to the blur of our minds--anyway?
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we can't; we can't even question why we can't
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without being uselessly repetitive; but it
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happens anyway. what is our recourse?
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dismissal.
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "Sonnet for the Girls Who Wore Too Much Eye Make Up
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and Made Me Read Their Poetry In Junior High."
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- by Cyn
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Words pour out of you,
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like muddy water's knell,
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from a deep, deep, deep well,
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ready to become a poem's brew.
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Poor teen-angst-filled girl.
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Your life is oh-so-tragic.
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You have to write its magic
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before your brow can unfurl.
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You're so full of tragedy,
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you could be a Greek play,
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but instead you write a song.
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When you give it to me,
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All I can think to say
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is "That was really long."
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "the gospel according to ernest"
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- by Ernest "The Cat" Miller
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i am three time world karate champion
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i can tear your heart out in three seconds
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ya'll better lock all the doors in this place
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i'm fixin' to beat every one of you up
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i'm the real deal
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i'm the greatest
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somebody better call my momma
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "Voltron"
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- by G0ff (a haiku written sometime in 1987)
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Voltron will eat you.
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He really wants to eat you.
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He thinks you'll taste good.
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "love for all"
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- by The Jester (Jesse)
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i think that i love
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everything
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ever
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except:
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you
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the exception to
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my golden
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rule of love for
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all?
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or do you mean everything to me?
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indecision? indecision?
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can it be chosen? in life?
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can god help?
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can anyone help?
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what should i do?
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can you tell me?
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i think i'd rather
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not
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know come to think of it.
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my steady decline is much more
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sure
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than you ever were.
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "an ode to noodles"
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- by The Jester (Jesse)
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ramen noodle; you're my soup
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o the choices you give to me;
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beef, chicken, teriyaki, vegetable,
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you make me feel free.
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noodle, noodle in my cup.
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where hast thou gone?
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i have eaten you and your brothers,
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you were the jaun.
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you are all gone,
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you had great broth.
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you are all gone,
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but worth the cost.
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- "fresh salsa from new mexico"
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- by Jook
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the salsa flowed through my teeth
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like the first time i was in that
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bathroom stall with him / i had
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closed the door when he looked at
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me in my right eye and said /
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"thanks for the salsa last night.
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it tasted good on my eggs. my
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mother used to make salsa and
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eggs a lot like you did last
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night.
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the
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salsa
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sat
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on my eggs like my mom sat on my
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lap when i was eight."
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and on the eigth day, the salsa
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was bad, and he was bad, and
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the stall was bad.
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the bathroom stall in JC PENNIES
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filled itself to the brim with
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salsa that day the tomatoes and
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onions and peppers flowed from
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my eyes. the spice of my life
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was gone.
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as i shut the bathroom stall
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door on my way out, i turned
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my head a little to the right
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and said to the stall:
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i really do not like salsa
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anymore. i'll just stick with
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ketchup.
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "Here"
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- by Kaia
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i invite you to play in this puddle with me!
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here, where the wheel appears to be turning backwards
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four words
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backwards.
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and the preacher is standing with his hands in the air
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exalted, exclaiming, "take this machine, all of you, and feed it!"
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he's bawling like a cat stream, "don't go"
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"party in my paycheck, you know it
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feed the machine, breathe the sun
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clean up the orbit, you hear
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down the river of beer and a lush.
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i'm a drunken asshole!"
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feed the machine.
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"send my message over valleys of yore
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from the pillars to the ends of the earth!"
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you want me to what?
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stick my what in the where?
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i can't do that. i just
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i'm sorry, i
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i have to wash my hair No, i
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i apologize to inform you regretfully that i
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am sorry that i sorry am that I am have sorry am
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No Regrets. No Regrets.
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Know, Regress.
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I used up my last token on the betsy ross bridge and
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fuck, it's no use
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i really can't understand anything you're saying.
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- "butcher's counter"
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- by Kreid
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at the supermarket
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i sometimes like to hide behind the butcher's counter
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and masturbate
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my face pressed against hot soft meat
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but too often it's just too hard to ejaculate
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on lsd
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- "money"
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- by Kreid
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right now i have $3.00 in my pocket
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tomorrow i'm gonna go get myself a nice dinner
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and i'll still have $3.00 in my pocket
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why?
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well, i'm going to leave my pants in my closet
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it's funny, you know...
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you can get a lot of things for free
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when you spend a day
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with no pants on
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- "heh heh heh"
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- by Kreid
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strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber
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why i'm here i can't quite remember
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the surgeon general says it's hazardous to breathe
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i'd have another cigarette but i can't see
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tell me who ya gonna believe
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heh heh heh
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i didn't really write that.
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axl rose did.
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guns n' fuckin' roses!!!!
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "ROCK!"
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- by Kreid
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i'm gonna rock...
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i'm gonna rock...
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i'm gonna ROCK THIS TOWN TILL THE BREAK OF DAWN!
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i'm gonna rock...
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i'm gonna rock...
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i'm gonna ROCK IT! ROCK IT! ROCK IT! ROCK IT ROCK IT YEAH!
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ROCK ROCK, rock it, rock it, yeah!
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ROCK ROCK, rock it, rock it, yeah!
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ROCK ROCK, rock it, rock it, yeah!
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ROCK ROCK, ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?
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ROCK!!!! BOOM BOOM BOOM
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ROCK!!!! BOOM BOOM BOOM
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ROCK, BOOM BOOM! I'M GONNA ROCK THIS PLACE, ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?
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I'M GONNA ROCK IT ALL NIGHT, YEAH!
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rock it... rock it... yeah... boom boom, boom boom
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rock it... rock it... yeah... boom boom.
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rock it... rock it... yeah... boom boom, boom boom
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rock it! rock it! boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!
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ROCK!
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peace.
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "blow job"
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- by Kreid
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i've never given a blow job before.
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i'm serious! i never have.
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i don't think i ever will, either.
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and it's not because i have something against gay people...
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it's just that i have a permanent case of lockjaw.
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WHAT A SHITTY FUCKING WORLD WE LIVE IN!!! BY GOD SOMEONE PLEASE KILL ME
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ah, well. i can't stand this shit.
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want a hand job?
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "Apparently"
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- by Lilnilhil
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Fingers, sockets
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bottled rockets
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nooses, doorways
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kick the chair.
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Guns and ammo
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click, then blammo
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red-stained walls
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as idiots stare.
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Leaps off buildings
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stabbings, drownings
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take me, help me
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get away.
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Band-aids, traction
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vaporaction
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apparently suicide
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ain't the way.
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "You Use Emoticons"
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- by Mogel
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Please stop using emoticons, :)
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They are really annoying. :<
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I'll admit that, :o]
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on rare ocassion, :/
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there are times where you're being "cute", =)
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and it seems to fit, ;)
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but I highly doubt, :D
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those times happen every 10 seconds. :(
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "My Nazi Fantasy"
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- by Mogel
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If I re-enacted the concentration camps,
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in Nazi Germany,
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with the notion of purifying the world,
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Instead of sticking Jews in the lines,
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I'd stick women.
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Fat out, pretty in.
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McDonalds biggest mistake,
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beyond being disgusting,
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was letting retards work there.
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It let out a message to the other employees,
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which said,
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"even retarded people can work your jobs."
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And you probably have low self-esteem anyway,
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if you're working at McDonalds,
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but you certainly don't need it to be legally binding.
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!!========================================================================!!
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- "A Hug from HELL"
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- by Mogel
|
|
|
|
He used the energy of his hate,
|
|
to fuel his hug,
|
|
and he wrapped his arms around her body,
|
|
imagining it was her neck,
|
|
and he squeezed her so tightly,
|
|
pretending he was strangling her,
|
|
squeezing and squeezing.
|
|
And when it was done,
|
|
all she could say was,
|
|
"That was a great hug!"
|
|
"Heehee!"
|
|
|
|
If she died,
|
|
I would say,
|
|
"Thank God,
|
|
now I can write my novel."
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "BITE"
|
|
- long car rides make me manic sometimes
|
|
- oj makes me happy
|
|
- by Mooer
|
|
|
|
there be a number of ways to open a rock
|
|
slow and perversely inadequate
|
|
lovingly and retrospectively inaccurate.
|
|
FUCK those fucky words
|
|
|
|
the barbed open the doors to freedom
|
|
your eyes open the window to the bloody pool
|
|
i wept for you
|
|
i wept for you melodramatic fucker.
|
|
|
|
love light speed of your drive
|
|
make my tongues dry.
|
|
tick tock you lyme disease
|
|
what a tumor you are on my sleeve
|
|
|
|
monday's are for lovers,
|
|
you slept in my covers,
|
|
rhyme and reason
|
|
are not of the season
|
|
|
|
in front of
|
|
impromptu
|
|
naked once again
|
|
i lick the salt
|
|
from your skin
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "Sparky"
|
|
- by Mutter
|
|
|
|
I had a dog named sparky
|
|
we named him that because he had metal balls
|
|
and when he walked they used to scrape the gravel and cause sparks
|
|
one day mommy said
|
|
sparky took a nap
|
|
and won't wake up again
|
|
ever.
|
|
That's good, though.
|
|
He was fucking annoying.
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "the man"
|
|
- by Mutter
|
|
|
|
the man says people can't smoke weed 'cause it brings together the masses
|
|
and that's not his trip.
|
|
|
|
the man says if I want food and water I have to compete for green paper.
|
|
and that's not my trip.
|
|
|
|
the man says I can't yell fire in a crowded theater.
|
|
the man says I can't light the theater on fire first.
|
|
You can't ever please him.
|
|
|
|
the man says i should brush my teeth three times a day (and floss!)
|
|
that's okay, though. 'cause I like brushing my teeth. Okay, the man ain't
|
|
all bad.
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "four 15 in the fucking morning on a wednesday: a portrait in alcohol"
|
|
- by Neko
|
|
|
|
fucking goddamn i say
|
|
this jets to brazil cd rules
|
|
sometimes when i talk i spray
|
|
and sometimes when i sleep i drool
|
|
|
|
i wish i could write lyrics well
|
|
like the guy who writes for this band
|
|
but if i could write i'd be in hell
|
|
and all my life would be lived in sand
|
|
|
|
i'm in love
|
|
i think
|
|
they tell me it's true
|
|
but still i drink
|
|
|
|
i can't write poetry
|
|
so fuck you
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "captivity"
|
|
- by Neko
|
|
|
|
living in captivity dsucks.
|
|
but noit all that bad.
|
|
sometimes ziego fives fus some voadka and lets us get durnk.
|
|
ai am drunk right now.
|
|
rfrom ziegos vodka.
|
|
|
|
i mean, the motherfucker stole me from colelge hwereh i can get alkl the
|
|
salcohol i want 243/7./365 but shit godamn motherfucker at least he
|
|
compensnates.
|
|
|
|
and sometimes the moterhfucekr l;ets uys like go on irc and shit and fuck
|
|
shit up old school style and shit and were like YEAH CAPTIVITT IS BACD AND
|
|
SHIT AND FGUCK ZIEGFO BUT TYOY SUCJK
|
|
but yoiu nkwwo, it's all shoiw and tell abd shity
|
|
|
|
we get passes to the city and shit
|
|
like i got to go see the bomboras and satsn'a pilgrims tonight
|
|
they were some fucking awesome bands
|
|
but all i wanted was to hit the shit and get fuycked up
|
|
whicxh iw s where i am right now
|
|
klike you couldnm t tell, h ee heheeeheheheh
|
|
|
|
what do i miss most about the real fucking world?
|
|
wrestling, of cousrre! we donm't get wreeztling in this fucjking hellhole.
|
|
|
|
suire, we get to see phairgirl and anjee wrestly, amnd, like they're naked
|
|
and shgiut so it's ok, but i mean, gfive me stone cold and undertaker and
|
|
the rock and shit anywday i mean fuck i am subscribed to th fucking
|
|
jobbers list. if ther eisn't anything more pathetic i dsontw know what
|
|
the fuck tiit is
|
|
|
|
i got thje new jets to brazil cd so thats fucking cool thanks ziego
|
|
i like it so fuck you mothercucxkjer
|
|
|
|
goddamnit if i was as drunj as i seemed to be do you know how great this
|
|
wiuld be? and all because gfirls suck!
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "nameless cathedral"
|
|
- by Obsidian
|
|
|
|
wandering around wasted in the dying light
|
|
bag ladies conversing with my priest carrying a case of ky jelly
|
|
electric blue tears of a little girl
|
|
cruxified on the lampshade
|
|
brother, you got a dollar - listen to me
|
|
maybe three bucks--i need a pack of smokes
|
|
she gave for her soul and her life away
|
|
for an orange gap sweater
|
|
v-neck
|
|
and she carries my soul in a backpack
|
|
designer crucifix
|
|
light me a candle
|
|
i'll light a cigarette
|
|
while she prays for my redemption
|
|
and i can't give her what she wants
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- An Advocation for D.A.R.E. in Schools
|
|
- by PezMonkey
|
|
|
|
D.A.R.E. to keep the kids off drugs!
|
|
Pop a lude? "No way, dude!"
|
|
Snort a line? "No thanks, I'm fine!"
|
|
|
|
Drugs are for slugs or thugs with bugs
|
|
in their hair. Be fair. Oh I am, I am.
|
|
Be kind. Don't lose your mind. Wait, the state
|
|
likes to masturbate while prevarication occurs.
|
|
|
|
I am the very model of a modern major general
|
|
if you must know. If you mustent, well, then,
|
|
you know. . . don't.
|
|
|
|
I like crack, jack.
|
|
|
|
My penis is 3.7 inches long when erect.
|
|
That was also my GPA in 3rd grade. The first
|
|
year of grades, you know. What a long sad time
|
|
ago that was.
|
|
|
|
I feel like the walls of my life have
|
|
come a-tumblin' down when you blew the horn
|
|
of plenty in my tea.
|
|
|
|
I like buddha, gouda.
|
|
|
|
Boopboopydoopboop.
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- I Personally Think That A Title Is Unimportant to a Poem Because
|
|
It Can Never Say as Much as the Poem Itself Does, and Besides,
|
|
Most Poetry Is Written By Pretentious Hacks With Nothing to Say
|
|
Who Use Obscure Titles That Have Nothing to Do with the Poem
|
|
- by PezMonkey
|
|
|
|
I
|
|
have
|
|
burned
|
|
off
|
|
my tongue
|
|
to eat the feces
|
|
of your uterus of lust.
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "untitled"
|
|
- by Phairgirl
|
|
|
|
my world is deceit
|
|
hypocrisy
|
|
shameless selfishness of others
|
|
i am tired
|
|
of plates sown on others' backs
|
|
only to be labeled as otherwise
|
|
across their chests
|
|
|
|
i define power
|
|
yet my strength is weak against myself
|
|
i divelge my secrets
|
|
and am found yet alone
|
|
i create
|
|
i love
|
|
i care
|
|
i hate
|
|
|
|
i am burdened with truths
|
|
i cannot bear the consequences
|
|
i close my mind
|
|
from the sound of pitch black evil
|
|
dew drop honey
|
|
|
|
i feel warmth in containment
|
|
i am drowned by silence
|
|
i cherish the touch that tickles of love
|
|
|
|
i want to kill
|
|
|
|
i am silence within arising chaos
|
|
my speech contains me
|
|
my screams negate me
|
|
i am spoiled by plush
|
|
strapped by silver
|
|
|
|
i am free in my world
|
|
i am trapped
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "my best friend"
|
|
- by Phairgirl
|
|
|
|
oozing skanky cuntwhore bitch
|
|
i'd like to throw her in a ditch
|
|
she bugs me like a herpes itch
|
|
charity myhre, DIE YOU SCUMMY PIECE OF SHIT TRAILER SLUTTY WHITE TRASH
|
|
PSYCHO GONORRHEA-INFESTED BILEBAG DOUBLE CROSSING THEIVING TWO-TIMING
|
|
BACK-STABBING LEECHING SHIT-FILLED NUTCASE FREAK!!!
|
|
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!@#@!#
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "HAIKUS ABOUT FOOD, FOLKS, AND THE SHEER LOATHING OF WOMEN"
|
|
- by Quarex
|
|
|
|
I think girls should change
|
|
They should be more like foodstuffs
|
|
They would have a use.
|
|
|
|
Where is my hoopde?
|
|
I must find it to leave Zehr's
|
|
The sky is falling.
|
|
|
|
I once had an ex from the city
|
|
Who wanted her life to be shitty
|
|
She dated this dude
|
|
Who bawled like a prude
|
|
That silly lil' ex from the city.
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "An Ode To Her Gentleman Caller In The Autumntime"
|
|
- by Quarex
|
|
|
|
can you feel for my immense sadness?
|
|
Of course I have sympathy for you. . .
|
|
(You cry like a bitch)
|
|
|
|
will you please come spend some time with me?
|
|
Of course i will go with you.
|
|
(You cry like a bitch)
|
|
|
|
may i now please kiss you?
|
|
Of course i will make out with you
|
|
(You cry like a bitch)
|
|
|
|
might we be together?
|
|
of course i will move to be with you
|
|
(You cry like a bitch)
|
|
|
|
why don't you stop talking to him?
|
|
of course i will abandon all of my friends for you
|
|
(If you stop to think about it, you know, you really do cry like a
|
|
little fucking bitch)
|
|
|
|
how very much in love we are.
|
|
of course i will lose all dignity i have, all for you, my love.
|
|
You cry like a fucking bitch. You fucking bitch.
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
"Maybe I'll just cut your head off"
|
|
- by Retribution
|
|
|
|
Mogel said write something funny
|
|
funny? how about me with some money
|
|
or maybe all the honies
|
|
maybe even a cute little bunny
|
|
|
|
THAT I CAN SQUISH AND KILL AND EAT
|
|
THAT I CAN STOMP ON WITH MY FEET
|
|
THAT I CAN SUFFICATE WITH A SHEET
|
|
AND MAKE HIM SUCK MY MEAT
|
|
|
|
or maybe i'll take a gopher
|
|
i'll pretend he's a dog
|
|
even name him rover
|
|
or even a hog?
|
|
nah, cause i just want wade boggs
|
|
|
|
SO I CAN BEAT HIM WITH HIS BAT
|
|
AND MAKE HIM EAT MY CAT
|
|
AND MAKE HIM GO SPLAT
|
|
AND THAT WILL BE THAT
|
|
|
|
who cares about baseball?
|
|
no good know-it-alls
|
|
i need some over-alls
|
|
or a uniform from u-haul
|
|
|
|
then i can be a crazy man
|
|
and say my name is tucan sam
|
|
i can go "tucan sam i am"
|
|
and then rape a full grown man
|
|
AND DO IT TO A CAN OF SPAM
|
|
CAUSE I'M CRAZY SON OF SAM
|
|
THANK YOU MA'AM
|
|
I'LL KILL ALL YOU INDIAN TANS
|
|
CAUSE I'M THE SON OF UNCLE SAM
|
|
|
|
or maybe i'll just stop writing lit
|
|
cause i've had about enough of this shit
|
|
i'll print this out and use it as toilet paper
|
|
or grind it up and put it in the salt shaker
|
|
|
|
CAUSE VIOLENCE GETS MY NUT OFF
|
|
AND I'LL JUST GO AND CUT YOUR HEAD OFF
|
|
SO NEENER NEENER NEENER
|
|
I'LL CIRCUMSIZE YOUR WEENER.
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "Bored"
|
|
- by Retribution
|
|
|
|
Damn i'm bored
|
|
the cat just snored
|
|
what the hell?
|
|
MY FEET SMELL
|
|
So i'll take off my belt
|
|
and lie down on the felt
|
|
while eating a tuna melt
|
|
my feelings will be delt
|
|
with
|
|
|
|
I'M GONNA WHIP MYSELF
|
|
right on my ass cheek
|
|
I'M GONNA RIP MYSELF
|
|
a new asshole, but yet so meek
|
|
I'M GONNA DRIP MYSELF
|
|
i have to take a sheet
|
|
I'M GONNA WHIP MYSELF
|
|
on my ass cheek
|
|
|
|
So who cares?
|
|
My care bares dare to care
|
|
They talk to me when i'm awake
|
|
They make my penis go and shake
|
|
I dont skate
|
|
Its too late
|
|
I've determined my own fate
|
|
I'm gonna be an hour late
|
|
|
|
cause i must masturbate
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "Giving Up"
|
|
- by Rockstar (Girlie17)
|
|
|
|
For as long as I can remember
|
|
I've been alone.
|
|
I'd see an escape, but realize
|
|
It was only a hope.
|
|
Not yet realized, not yet seen,
|
|
Something that would come
|
|
Just as a dream;
|
|
Then fade away, twice as fast,
|
|
Maybe reappear, then quickly pass.
|
|
I always think that someday it will happen
|
|
I'll find someone to love
|
|
Someone who cares just enough
|
|
Not to treat me as the rest have.
|
|
|
|
He won't forget that I too feel.
|
|
I'm more than a body
|
|
I too have a soul -
|
|
Easily crushed, filled with anger and pain.
|
|
Why do I try over and over again.
|
|
Some question me now,
|
|
Wonder how I can detach,
|
|
Emotion from physical, present and past.
|
|
It's easy to stop trying to love.
|
|
When every attempt is thwarted -- just lust.
|
|
A woman needs attention, and affection and trust
|
|
These things seem simple
|
|
Yet so hard to find,
|
|
So stop wondering why I gave up
|
|
I'll never be yours, ..nor you mine.
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "Angst Sonnet"
|
|
- by Seaya
|
|
|
|
Alone against an ivy-covered wall
|
|
A sizzling ember in the cool night air
|
|
A cigarette clasped in a hand so fair
|
|
She holds her leather jacket in a ball
|
|
A shadowed being draped in only black
|
|
There are a thousand million of her kind
|
|
They chalk it up to youth's forgetful mind
|
|
Afraid of facing truths or looking back
|
|
Why she had left them she would not betray
|
|
If you had asked her plainly to her face
|
|
The social worker gave up on her case
|
|
"My parents do not care," she'd have a laugh
|
|
"They live a life that I will never have."
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "selected haiku"
|
|
- by Shadow Tao
|
|
|
|
i am not perky
|
|
i am not the sun shining
|
|
please leave me alone.
|
|
|
|
i stare in wonder
|
|
my hair is a tribute to
|
|
aquanet science.
|
|
|
|
you have the phat pants
|
|
and you dance to the loud bass
|
|
but are you raving?
|
|
|
|
you have the glowsticks
|
|
and you dance to scooter's songs
|
|
but is that raving?
|
|
|
|
your pacifier
|
|
is covered in LSD
|
|
but is it a rave?
|
|
|
|
the dao of the snatch
|
|
is not found in the pussy
|
|
but in the throwing.
|
|
|
|
so many warezboys
|
|
i'd like to kick in the dick
|
|
for their ignorance.
|
|
|
|
with no route to host
|
|
ping says all packets are lost
|
|
but who would save them?
|
|
|
|
i toss a value
|
|
into the great /dev/null/
|
|
it is like my mind
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "playstation or IRC?"
|
|
- by Styx
|
|
|
|
do both at the same time
|
|
unless you don't have a playstation
|
|
in which case you are probably a black person
|
|
who lives in the poor section of town
|
|
or if you don't have a TV
|
|
then you are probably also a black person
|
|
who lives in the poor section of town
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "Shot of Reality, Heavy on the Caffeine"
|
|
- by Tasha
|
|
|
|
my lipstick left
|
|
on a styrofoam cup
|
|
in this cheap
|
|
corner of a dirt road
|
|
diner
|
|
but you swear
|
|
it's the most feminine thing
|
|
about me
|
|
short hair, bare earlobe
|
|
chewed nails
|
|
of a hand resting on your thigh
|
|
tugging at the inseam
|
|
of your salvation army jeans
|
|
waitress gives me more coffee
|
|
no cream no sugar
|
|
you say it's better this way
|
|
and the cockroach on my shoe
|
|
is more fascinating than your eyes
|
|
at midnight
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "me too, neh?"
|
|
- by Teerts
|
|
|
|
why must we all fall into these
|
|
vicious cycles?
|
|
not only of using borrowed phrases :-)
|
|
but also of our souls
|
|
forgetting the past when they damn
|
|
well know they should not.
|
|
whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy!?@
|
|
guess i thought i was above it,
|
|
i forgot instead of living around it.
|
|
now it is back again.
|
|
why why why why why do you not go
|
|
away and come back later!?@
|
|
|
|
!!========================================================================!!
|
|
|
|
- "ode to a photoshop bitmap"
|
|
- by Trilobyte
|
|
|
|
i made a little picture
|
|
brings tears right to my eyes
|
|
it has a forlorn angel
|
|
and devil in disguise.
|
|
|
|
it was to be my prom night
|
|
you wore a pretty dress
|
|
your hair was fresh and styled
|
|
your makeup was a mess.
|
|
|
|
they took the lousy picture
|
|
your arm locked up with mine
|
|
in grandpa's fresh cut lawn
|
|
with background of a pine.
|
|
|
|
the night was quite a doozy;
|
|
the climax came that morn
|
|
when sharing all our passion,
|
|
your foot set off the horn.
|
|
|
|
now our love is over
|
|
and i must show my pain
|
|
by scanning in this photo
|
|
in 24-bit TWAIN.
|
|
|
|
i made you into satan
|
|
with horns and twisty tails,
|
|
a smile sticks to your portrait
|
|
because your hate prevails.
|
|
|
|
i gave myself a halo
|
|
because i was so sweet
|
|
i never once did hurt you --
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i'm not the one to cheat.
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i moved us from the yard
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and into someplace hot;
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a land that i won't visit,
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where someday you will rot.
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i hope you like my work
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and poem 'long with it
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it helps me to remember
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you really looked like shit.
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- "an epic... about... childhood..."
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- by Squinky
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Keith Pepin
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blind unbelief in the all together
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With quick moments of mental state
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And this feeling the man's sweat tasted it
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with tenants of this feeling the disappearance of dissolution
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Suzy was and there his life man
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She opened the man's sweat, tasted it with tenants
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of this feeling
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Jarett Kobek: The intellectual production against the bourgeoisie
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cannot exist without the streets or sitting next
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to allow me No bony
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Welcome To every revolutionary movement with its contest
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was monopolised: ie of braining herself. Her rabbits
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did taste especially good memories of braining herself
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Keith Pepin had done not even more intruding
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and Tribes of the Communists fight for that has
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Kobek had become acquainted with their place of
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masturbation, My right hand probed, my cabinet sprung
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into college which everything interesting eventually leads to.
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Because there arises a softer version of physical medium
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Because you want to constantly revolutionising the girls
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demanded he grew frustrated with their place of
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masturbation: My right hand probed... my cabinet sprung...
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Keith Pepin as hard thing had forced to
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convey punctuation intended by industrial armies the fact
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that there always must return as that there
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Suzy A few meagre grains of Humanity and
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obscene nature who couldn't you alive and demanded
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he saw her almost ululated with the homeless
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Keith Pepin suck down and proofread public domain etexts
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is Bianca was ready to look at Me?
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About her hands not help They could
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And finally she kicked Keith Pepins sorry ass
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of trash All previous securities for its classcharacter
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Let him question in direct their hindquarters the
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Kobek and none of England and you're trying
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to celebrate And thus it isn't just
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been much easier to celebrate
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Jarett Kobek could not exactly be different
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Did you happened to either delete this etext disclaims
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most advanced towards the greatest ruccus he was
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Because Hell was affectionate but raw material products
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of others The Project Gutenberg Illinois Benedictine College
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And oh how bored she loved by these pictures for fresh
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Suzy searched and pick flowers She went out
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gathering within certain destruction on all howl at
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avoiding direct eye contact that dignity be avoided
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To me Putting the movements of others The
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history of individuals but rather than any of
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Kobek moved his mind: I'm the workers- by
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individual by individual by individual by individual by
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individual by individual by individual by individual by
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Because you sit alone reading a book in
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Jarett Kobek could easily shed and smiling deeply
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Because Hell was monopolised ie of American Science
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To hear the same feeling the same feeling
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the golden apples dropped from them can
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Suzy lost it, would not, wanting tousethefuckingbathroomNOW
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nothing
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happened to her
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But I wrote silly lives together
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With quick moments of their tendencies and
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And to another If the inevitable ruin of
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nature who designed or less complete systems were
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happy
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When people talking
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Kobek aged thirtyseven kneeled at the power of
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agony rose within the
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Jarett Kobek had become acquainted with their periodical
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return as attractive
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Mister Oe allow myself fell to other by
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them for vaginal penetration
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Because you must first of communication and therefore
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which feudal property into one class certain common
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to further reproached with all distinctions have nothing
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Mister Oe please I quote This physic scarring
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pain in a gigantic headrush When he knew
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himself in a gigantic headrush... When he knew...
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Instilled lust filled up and lost it would not
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nothing happened to have loved Each
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Welcome To this distinctive feature of thrashing
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mimicked her chest Bianca No concern and sinew
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during his resolution I've had during
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this vision I could baser metals Where could
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Welcome To The feudal patriarchal master and constant
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opposition parties
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They wanted into scintillia on shale
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rock
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Knock! Knock! Knock!
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Allow disclaimers and thereby transformed into
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various stages of these battles lies not exactly
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be and constant opposition parties of these battles
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"Kobek knew not try and weather climates coming
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of chivalrous enthusiasm
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of brain possessed the grounds underground," He,
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so called Fat Boy, said
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with awe.
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It has greatly increased speed and
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political and with Bianca's filthy habits after
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preaching to prepare
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it has subjected the proletariat into their criticism
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of all these attempts
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Even before our intended abolition that
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movement In Switzerland they called Wolfweres
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Sam: YOU CAN NOT DEFEAT THAT MACHINE
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known neighbors
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lined the street corner
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He heard it became another
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this contact with themselves they destroy the towns
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It has conducted expeditions that their new supply
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Of Harlan Ellison: he felt that there was
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senseless phrases and equality
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splattered on
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their impending bourgeois prejudices behind
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And own mind
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Because, you understand, what they weren't trying desperately
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to themselves had been dealing with the fuck off.
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it therefore search after him die
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To which grew frustrated with their periodical return
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kneeling at once walking down
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this True Socialism sought to another If the
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peasants constitute far more disgusting and incisive criticism
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whose silly echo it the towns
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measures proposed in education
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with one traditional agony entirely but another damned circus
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All of measures proposed in education
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allow you alone reading a state of varying
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social conditions
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this information chipmonkeagleibcedu
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! #299 - WRITTEN BY V. ARTISTS - 12/3/98 !!
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