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-- (a fool@my.foolery), February 26, 2002

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"Will to Live"

I feel miserable

Pubic hair make me ill

I feel miserable

Odors tear at my foundations

I feel miserable

Erections are dragging me down to the depths of misery

I want to die

Is it because of sex that I feel this way?

With the purple rays of misery pounding on my brain?

Or am I lost in tale of emily dickenson, adrift far from home

I don't think so, I don't think so.

Bruce Broke My Will to Live

Bruce Broke My Will to Live

Bruce Broke My Will to Live

I was getting better but then

Bruce Broke My Will to Live

I feel miserable

Moans rot the flesh from my bones

I feel miserable

Condoms defeat my purpose

I feel miserable

Vaginas are doing their best to impale my soul

I want to die

Is it because of sex that I feel this way?

With the purple rays of misery pounding on my brain?

Am I lost in tale of emily dickenson, adrift far from home

I don't think so, I don't think so.

Bruce Broke My Will to Live

Bruce Broke My Will to Live

Oh God, Bruce Broke My Will to Live

I was getting better but then

Bruce Broke My Will to Live

-- (a fool@a.foolery), February 26, 2002.

by David Neilsen

"I Think"

I Think corruptors are really a huge problem
I Think liers are too much on my mind
I Think rednecks have got a lot to do with why the world sucks
But what can you do?

Like a Blue rain, beating down on me
Like a Ayn Rand line, which won't let go of my brain
Like Ashcroft's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on Republicans
Blame it on Republicans
Blame it on Republicans

I Think right-wingers are gonna drive us all crazy
And Bush's make me feel like a child
I Think Dick's will eventually be the downfall of civilization
But what can you do? I said what can you do?

Like a Blue rain, beating down on me
Like a Ayn Rand line, which won't let go of my brain
Like Ashcroft's ass, it is in my head
Blame it on Republicans
Blame it on Republicans
Blame it on Republicans

Like a Blue rain, beating down on me
Like Ashcroft's smile, cruel and cold
Like Ayn Rand's words, it is in my head
Blame it on Republicans
Blame it on Republicans
Blame it on Republicans

-- Cherri (jessam5@home.com), February 26, 2002.

Hear I sit alone in my chair A wasted existence but why should I care I have no friends, no family ties My life is reduced to a series of lies

The welfare cuts are hurting me so Why must I work just to get some more dough This country is run by top-notch achievers I miss the days of low life deceivers

I’m a Democrat I’m a Democrat I’m a Democrat

-- So (cr@t.es), February 26, 2002.

"Why"

Green pods, dry-heaves, freezer sections
Why God, Why?
Dry-heaves, dinners, lima beans
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this yellow horror?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of lima beans
Like a unknown character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

Chalky middles, green pods, popping corpuscles
Why God, Why?
> Lima beans, popping corpuscles, freezer sections
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this yellow disaster that is my life?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of lima beans
Like a unknown character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this yellow misery?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of lima beans
Like a unknown character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
omg I haven't laughed that hard for a long time. Thank you to whomever posted this link!

-- LMAO (cin@cin.cin), February 26, 2002.

"Will to Live"

I feel miserable
Doomers make me ill
I feel miserable
Tinfoils tear at my foundations
I feel miserable
Idiots waiting anxiously for the end of the world are dragging me down to the depths of misery
I want to die

Is it because of DoomZombies that I feel this way?
With the deathspiral rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of Paul Milne, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.

Diane Squire Broke My Will to Live
Diane Squire Broke My Will to Live
Diane Squire Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Diane Squire Broke My Will to Live

I feel miserable
Gold-hoarding morons rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Dumbasses who freak out about "Marshall Law" defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
People who store hundreds of boxes of Tuna Helper in the basement are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die

Is it because of DoomZombies that I feel this way?
With the deathspiral rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Am I lost in tale of Paul Milne, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.

Diane Squire Broke My Will to Live
Diane Squire Broke My Will to Live
Oh God, Diane Squire Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Diane Squire Broke My Will to Live



-- (ha@ha.haaa), February 27, 2002.

Alanis, the venting machine, WaPo Feb 27, 02

-- (Roland@hatemail.com), February 27, 2002.