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-- Your Full Name (Your Email Address@greenspun.com), July 06, 2003


scaramouche, scaramouche, all the other slim shadies are just imitating scaramouche, beware ! they hide behind their petty beauty and cannot learn to live. mathamatical jargon jars my head she awaits her love the knight of the roundtable that fuckin math techer, I wish she was dead! dummdidadidummdida i think of her, frumbletumblerumble appling suntan cream I'M UP 4 DAT, PASS DER BONG! look something must be perfect on the ice sky I'M UP 4 DAT, PASS DER BONG! a glider circling heavenwards on an invisibe colum of rising air Through all this pain my roots will surely grow, of course, tis covered in honey and hair. of course, tis covered in honey and hair. while all of my horses and all my knigspersons couldn't put humpty together again THE END (i hope, coz it's really long now!!!) My heart aches with a ton of grief heigh ho, heigh ho, it's off to work we go for your life will be brief

-- (8945@%^%^.(()*&^), March 25, 2004.

dull razor wit no emotional security ripping my hair out of its sockets in the wavy blowing breeze the voices of a thousand patrons caressing your ears go out with your friends and drink many many beers head and shoulders will my salvation be If all my friends were ghosts would I be white too? God save this country so that we shall always be free Anyway it would be nice to. If you want to be you be you, if you want to be me be me Glancing at the stones, I take a few But everyone else will be who they be.

-- (fgd@fgd.fdg), March 25, 2004.


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-- TɡܨTɡܨTɡܨTɡܨTɡܨTɡܨTɡܨT (ܨTTɡܨTɡ@T.ɡ), June 14, 2004.

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