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"control operations" by monkey hate fugue

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in the power cube , with a heavy hand .


a hundred feet above the fucking filth .




we have nothing but bigotry , but scat laced vulgarities , but push button

directives.


the people in charge of you look down upon you ... i've watched them do it.
the biggest joke is your squeaky compliance.


i've been able to steer clear of oval offices ... that's not what i'm talking about .


i mean whoever is standing up , while your sitting down ... whoever calls your phone , and makes you say hello , whoever knows the answer to the question they're asking.

you're fishooking yourself , and you know it.


gaping apology - accepted , yeah - why not.


wipe your chin...


and your neck.



there's nothing after this. it's a means to itself.


the soaking wet dunk clown climbs out of the tub -

ridicule ....


it's the start of his shift.










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On Thursday May 3rd, 2007, An Expired Member (10) writes:
a sharp tack in the lobe, the lie in the eye, so much there, and then we're so much unaware. -END


On Friday January 26th, 2007, suicideseason (112) writes:
Oh,yes...I feel this theme...wallowing...face in the gutter.Personal defeat...demons that block out the Sun...the leaves of the trees of the world have ignited in unison...children in China are disgorging soot covered chunks of lung…


On Friday January 26th, 2007, suicideseason (112) writes:
...fingers point everywhere...except...God forbid...into the broken mirrors...the spin of the Earth comes to a grinding halt.From this pit...there is only ugliness...loneliness...despair...Hell from within...


On Friday January 26th, 2007, suicideseason (112) writes:
...during times like these,universal discord takes a back seat...actually,it gets thrown from a moving car...and the highway is paved with rusted metal and broken glass...


On Friday January 26th, 2007, suicideseason (112) writes:
...you're not your own worst enemy...you are The Enemy...the one...the only.Pipe dreams of salvation?Save them for the cotton candy faced urchins...


On Friday January 26th, 2007, suicideseason (112) writes:
...who can still derive a modicum of pleasure from watching the sloth man banging his head off the bars of his prison.You look at the clock...only eight more hours to go.Nicely done.


On Saturday January 27th, 2007, monkey hate fugue (17) writes:
jesus , if ever there was an understatement , " you are missed " would be it. soot covered chunks of lung ... oh man - combo platter # 12


On Tuesday January 16th, 2007, elisa (23) writes:
wow.... makes me wanna ride the Ferris wheel with a loaded gun....... then entertain the crowd below with bullets and blood..... i loved this.



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