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Impulse Reality 121
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SWEET FUCKING CHRIST! THE HOODLUMS OF THE IMPULSE BRING UNTO YOU...
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M E | || |/____/ From the Grave
P A | || |\ \ ir file number 121
U L |____||____| |____| released 5.4.01
L I | || |\| | by August Spies
S T |____||____| |____| we're just fucking with your mind.
E Y even_god_reads_it
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slipping into the silent,cold arms of death....the final embrace....
dirt and a wooden box are what i now face... I can't even remember what it
was like to draw breath....it was so nice to be alive even though life was shit....
not I'm rotting in a hole and I'm not liking it a bit... fuck it all though
I won't regret that choice... only I wish i had a voice...to tell my story
and its tragic conclusion.... instead I have to let things stay as they are...
even though I left my life as a mass of confusion...
Mallus@disinfo.net
[note from linear: sorry this textfile isn't viewable 640x480 screen mode,
but if I altered in order for it to be so, it would change the format
of his poem. So, I didn't. Deal with it.]
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OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! IT WAS ANOTHER FUCKING IR FILE MAN!
Copyright (c) 2001 IMPULSE REALITTY PRESS - http://ir.phonelosers.net
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