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pre-post-modern day Barbara dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this dog has a hoole, this dog	1
has a hoole, Barbara dog, you	2
really don't care	3
for a regular galaxy,	4
hey, you have three extra	5
hooles for each time you	6
probably breathe a breath or sumpin	7
baraba dog, you have an	8
APPOINTMENT TODAY FOR YOUR	9
LACKLUSTER, YOUR GALAXY DENIAL!	10
YOU MOTHER FUCKERRRRR!!	11
(JUST KIDDING) YOU HAVE AN	12
APPOINTMENT INSTEAD	13
FOR YOUR FUCKING HOOLES!!"	14
AND BARBARA DOG SAYS OKAY	15
FOR IT, WHILE I, A MAN,	16
I SIT HERE HERE WITH MY PIPE	17
AND MOUSTACHE MEETING	18
ON MY LIP reading a sometime story	19
in this random book	20
with a frog and a toad.	21
barbara dog comes in through the whindow	22
and kills me dead.	23
my head rolls >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>	24
by the way, i am also a dog. there is a road stretching up ahead	25
i am standing solo beside my head which doesnt count	26
and it says up to me:	27
"i think i loved you better before	28
when cum-shots and ladies were laid upon each	29
other so they became one and the	30
same,	31
laid on the grass, and humpred;.	32
there is i see a forest and a fire	33
rabbits running	34
bambi on high ground.	35
i need to love you better again."	36
and i kickred my head	37
and it rolled away with myeyes and my cheeks.	38
CHECK OUT!!OH i'm in the sky quickly passing doves	39
the big blue overhead is swallowing my body	40
and i have enterered into the afterlife, damn you Barbara dog--	41
i have become the Super Surgeon in the sky!	42
god damn you.	43

8 Mar 07

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Appears to be crap written by a sick twisted individual.
— Steeleman

1 2 cha cha cha
1 2 cha cha cha
— unknown

Barbie meet Ken hoooolllles
— unknown

this has a nice touch, common kind of language bent helix by the round of the townd, and what you're offering is a hundred times better than, 'on the day my poodle graduated from school' and i've got to admire that, and your formatting, which is raw enough in the caps to work like sag-down red boxers to the old ladies of p.c. netinsky, they are so proper when caught on their knees in the head. why does crap like this get written? cause it's not crap, it's a song and anyone who can't hear it and doesn't want to sing with it isn't a poet and has no business hawking on this at all.
— joey

joey is a buttlicker. His comment doesn't count.
— unknown

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