From: KILLME@killme.com (Rev. Sternodox)
Date: Wed, Aug 6, 2003
Hey you stupid fucking alt.slack fuckwads, here's a
goddam poem I fucking
wrote. It's called "Alt.Slack"
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as my pee
'Specially when imbued with shit
And blood and cum From an eviscerated tit
Fucking, skulls and death are what
I'd like to see shoved up your butt
You suck a bunch, and that's no lie
You all deserve to fucking die
The denizens of alt dot slack
Whose parasites doth wont attack
The bowels of them what's truly screwed
Gives rise to thoughts obscene and lewd
I want to split your skulls in half
And then stand back, jerk off and laugh
As all you fuckers slowly die
In agony 'neath the nocturnal sky
You fuck a hog 'most ev'ry day
With fucking shit you mostly lay
I'm so disgusted with your existence
That I'd like to shit inside of (???)
(Could somebody help me out here? What rhymes with "existence"
that would
make sense? I'd appreciate it if one of you STUPID FUCKING
ASSWIPES could
lend me some muse so's this poem could be fucking finished
and I could
move on to my next literary fucking masterpiece.)
Rev. Sternodox
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From: "Kristopher Barrett, the man from ZOG" <19980705@kbarrett.cotse.net>
AnalDance
Science
"ance" verbs involve moving:
Ambulance, Dance, etc.
"ence" verbs involved knowing:
Science, etc...
HTH, HAND.
--
Regards,
Kristopher Barrett <kbarrett --at-- cotse.com>
The man from ZOG, unit number 0000023
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From: "Quin" <quin00@earthlink.net>
Change the last line to:
"You make me puke chunks at any distance."
Just a suggestion, you dumb ass, butt fucking leech
breeder. May your verbal
slack be vermin ridden like the witless stage coach
that ran over your
weiner dog's gravy train turds.
Thank you and have a nice day.
I SAID HAVE A NICE DAY!!!
Quin
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From: "Kristopher Barrett, the man from ZOG" <19980705@kbarrett.cotse.net>
Thank you for all the rent-free space you've provided
for me in your
own skull.
I'll have to order the orbital mind control lasers to
give you some
extra-special attention tonight. When you hear the frogs
in place of
your usual headvoices, it'll be me warming up.
Ta......
--
Regards,
Kristopher Barrett <kbarrett --at-- cotse.com>
The man from ZOG, unit number 0000023
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From: "Blackout" <blackout@sususaywhatsubgenius.com>
"Rev. Sternodox" wrote
> (Could somebody help me out here? What rhymes with
"existence" that would
> make sense? I'd appreciate it if one of you STUPID
FUCKING ASSWIPES could
> lend me some muse so's this poem could be fucking
finished and I could
> move on to my next literary fucking masterpiece.)
YOUR GUTS THAT I'M FISTIN'
THE PLACE YOU WERE CHRISTENED
THE HOLES WHERE YOU LISTEN
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