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Friday, July 22, 2005

Fuck a duck, the world does suck.
It sucks a puck, just like my luck.
It shits and spits, right in my pits.
It hits, throws fits, when mad it gets.
It fights, it bites, it may have mites.
It writes, flies kites, it hates dumb heights.
It dies, makes pies, it has green spies.
It lies, has flies, has lows and highs.
It bats, has mats, it has few flats.
It pats, has rats, and bats and gnats.
It passes, has asses and lasses and gases.
It sasses, harasses, has brasses and masses.
It stacks, and hacks and smacks and whacks.
It lacks, has tacks and blacks and facts.
It clocks, it smogs, has bogs and logs.
It flogs it dogs and frogs and hogs.
It bowls with coals, has moles in holes.
It rolls, has goals, and poles and souls.
It hushes it lushes, ice slushes and mushes.
It brushes and flushes and rushes and gushes.
It rags, and gags, and nags and lags.
It sags, has flags and bags and hags.
It itches, has riches and bitches and witches.
It stitches, it hitches it ditches with pitches.
Its hells have bells and rails and males.
It yells, has snails and pails and sails.
It lays its gays and plays with jays.
It pays, has bays and rays and days.
It pisses on misses and sisses and blisses.
It hisses, and kisses and soetimes it misses.
It stinks, has pinks and sinks and minks.
It kinks, has inks and links and rinks.
It falls, its malls have dolls and balls.
It paws, has talls and smalls and laws.
It picks and kicks, has hicks with ticks.
It licks its dicks, has pricks with wicks.
It hugs and tugs and miugs and drugs.
It plugs, has bugs and slugs in rugs.
It jars, has stars, it's next to mars.
It bars, has cars and pars and tars.
It feels, has eels and hills and wheels.
It kills it seals, it kneels at meals.
It sires its liars, has fires and pyres.
It tired, has briars and mires and wires.
It bores it whores, and roars and snores.
It soars near doors, has cores and pores.
It wines ad dines, has lines and blinds.
It finds and grinds its rinds and kinds.
It shakes its snakes from rakes and lakes.
It bakes its cakes, has fakes and wakes.
It rains on trains and planes and canes.
It gains, has mains and viens and sanes.
It cues, has news and blues and roos.
It glues, it pews, has dues and fews.
It sings and rings and ding-a-lings.
It jings its things and pings its wings.
It weds in beds, has reds on heads.
It leads and zeds, had deads and saids.
It rocks it clocks, has flocks of cocks.
It stocks and docks and locks and mocks.
It sees, has trees and bees and keys.
It pees, has teas and he's and she's.
It fears the queers, and hears the leers.
It rears its ears, has tears in beers.
It hates its straights and mates and dates.
It waits on rates for fates of greats.
It camps with vamps, has tramps with cramps.
It damps, has lamps, and ramps and ambs.
It gapes at rapes, and apes and napes.
It dreaps its capes, eats grapes and crepes.
It floods with muds, has huds and duds.
It bloods its studs, its buds chew cuds.
It feuds with dudes, and rudes and crudes.
It intrudes on nudes, its judes eat foods.
It beats its meats, it eats its sweets.
It heats its wheats, its peats have feets.
It molds, has colds and solds and bolds.
It folds, has holds, untolds, and golds.
It weeps and peeps, it leaps over heaps.
It keeps its beeps, it seeps to deeps.
It stoops and droops, and snoops and sloops.
It poops and scoops, has nincompoops. . .

People I Kill. Their bones I collect.

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