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the great beyond i've stepped off the edge this is the beginning. this is the end. why do I like this situation I'm in? why do I subject myself to this. why do I put up with it? BECAUSE I WANT TO. BECAUSE I WANT TO. g-funkle funkle funkle. pnrfne is backing me up. pnrfne is backing me up!!!!!!!!!! 1111 cover me, pnrfne. cover me with plastic. you don't understand because I don't understand. it's that simple. hahahaha.haha ha.h ah.ha.a.h.ah.ha.h. ah.a.ha.haha h.ah.a.h.ah.ah.ah. FUCK WALT WHITMAN. FUCK HIM. souless tasteless piece of pretentious fuckface garbage. walt whitman would know real poetry if it stole his sandwiches. |
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| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2007-04-23 12:38:00 | |
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| More meaning than the AQA Anthology | |
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| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2007-04-23 11:46:00 | |
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| Poems for distractible young men | |
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ashes to ashes, dust to dust, did you see that lady with the really nice bust? there are some who prefer fire and others that prefer ice personally, i find brunettes are nice and will suffice. Two Incredible Terrific Tantalizing Inviting Erection Supersections pee wee herman had a thing for mermen whenever they were about they had him squirmin' only ol' richard simmons outgayed pee wee herman personally, i suspect he was german. my teacher told me to write this dumb poem, well, here you go, now time to go hoem. roses are red violets are blue this rhyme is a classic so let me stick it in you [walt whitman parody i can't bring myself to write] there once was a man from nantucket... |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-04-23 06:29:00 | |
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| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2007-04-22 14:19:00 | |
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| i made a promise to her | |
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| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2007-04-22 09:41:00 | |
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| bluh | |
| that was a lot of fuckin' nitrous. the wal-marts in three neighboring towns were out of whipped cream. | |
| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2007-04-22 04:00:00 | |
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"There's a master plan My bedroom doors open wide The covers slip over me and so does the daily furniture I float down the stairs and there There I can see the truth It sits in the form of a five sided cube And this is where I belong." Taken from Dr. Cognition's GCSE AQA Anthology: Revised Edition. Only £29.99 |
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| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2007-04-21 16:48:00 | |
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| Parents worried about recent "Yugo" fad | |
| You may have heard of “Yugo” – it’s been a hit with the youth of today and is popular in playgrounds throughout the US and UK. However there is a dark side to this harmless craze – GNC (Generic News Corporation) recently announced that Yugo could lead to hard drug taking and binge drinking. This analysis has been gathered using T.I.H.S data collection techniques and is believed to be extremely accurate. GNCs advice is to keep your children away from this dangerous phase and to not allow them to be friends with children involved with Yugo. | |
| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2007-04-21 16:44:00 | |
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F(0)= 0 F(1)= 1 F(2)= 1 F(3)= 2 F(4)= 3 F(5)= 5 F(6)= 2^3 F(7)= 13 F(8)= 3 * 7 F(9)= 2 * 17 F(10)= 5 * 11 F(11)= 89 F(12)= 2^4 * 3^2 F(13)= 233 F(14)= 13 * 29 F(15)= 2 * 5 * 61 F(16)= 3 * 7 * 47 F(17)= 1597 F(18)= 2^3 * 17 * 19 F(19)= 37 * 113 F(20)= 3 * 5 * 11 * 41 F(21)= 2 * 13 * 421 F(22)= 89 * 199 F(23)= 28657 F(24)= 2^5 * 3^2 * 7 * 23 F(25)= 5^2 * 3001 F(26)= 233 * 521 F(27)= 2 * 17 * 53 * 109 F(28)= 3 * 13 * 29 * 281 F(29)= 514229 F(30)= 2^3 * 5 * 11 * 31 * 61 F(31)= 557 * 2417 F(32)= 3 * 7 * 47 * 2207 F(33)= 2 * 89 * 19801 F(34)= 1597 * 3571 F(35)= 5 * 13 * 141961 F(36)= 2^4 * 3^3 * 17 * 19 * 107 F(37)= 73 * 149 * 2221 F(38)= 37 * 113 * 9349 F(39)= 2 * 233 * 135721 F(40)= 3 * 5 * 7 * 11 * 41 * 2161 F(41)= 2789 * 59369 F(42)= 2^3 * 13 * 29 * 211 * 421 F(43)= 433494437 F(44)= 3 * 43 * 89 * 199 * 307 F(45)= 2 * 5 * 17 * 61 * 109441 F(46)= 139 * 461 * 28657 F(47)= 2971215073 F(48)= 2^6 * 3^2 * 7 * 23 * 47 * 1103 F(49)= 13 * 97 * 6168709 F(50)= 5^2 * 11 * 101 * 151 * 3001 F(51)= 2 * 1597 * 6376021 F(52)= 3 * 233 * 521 * 90481 F(53)= 953 * 55945741 F(54)= 2^3 * 17 * 19 * 53 * 109 * 5779 F(55)= 5 * 89 * 661 * 474541 F(56)= 3 * 7^2 * 13 * 29 * 281 * 14503 F(57)= 2 * 37 * 113 * 797 * 54833 F(58)= 59 * 19489 * 514229 F(59)= 353 * 2710260697 F(60)= 2^4 * 3^2 * 5 * 11 * 31 * 41 * 61 * 2521 F(61)= 4513 * 555003497 F(62)= 557 * 2417 * 3010349 F(63)= 2 * 13 * 17 * 421 * 35239681 F(64)= 3 * 7 * 47 * 1087 * 2207 * 4481 F(65)= 5 * 233 * 14736206161 F(66)= 2^3 * 89 * 199 * 9901 * 19801 F(67)= 269 * 116849 * 1429913 F(68)= 3 * 67 * 1597 * 3571 * 63443 F(69)= 2 * 137 * 829 * 18077 * 28657 F(70)= 5 * 11 * 13 * 29 * 71 * 911 * 141961 F(71)= 6673 * 46165371073 F(72)= 2^5 * 3^3 * 7 * 17 * 19 * 23 * 107 * 103681 F(73)= 9375829 * 86020717 F(74)= 73 * 149 * 2221 * 54018521 F(75)= 2 * 5^2 * 61 * 3001 * 230686501 F(76)= 3 * 37 * 113 * 9349 * 29134601 F(77)= 13 * 89 * 988681 * 4832521 F(78)= 2^3 * 79 * 233 * 521 * 859 * 135721 F(79)= 157 * 92180471494753 F(80)= 3 * 5 * 7 * 11 * 41 * 47 * 1601 * 2161 * 3041 F(81)= 2 * 17 * 53 * 109 * 2269 * 4373 * 19441 F(82)= 2789 * 59369 * 370248451 F(83)= 99194853094755497 F(84)= 2^4 * 3^2 * 13 * 29 * 83 * 211 * 281 * 421 * 1427 F(85)= 5 * 1597 * 9521 * 3415914041 F(86)= 6709 * 144481 * 433494437 F(87)= 2 * 173 * 514229 * 3821263937 F(88)= 3 * 7 * 43 * 89 * 199 * 263 * 307 * 881 * 967 F(89)= 1069 * 1665088321800481 F(90)= 2^3 * 5 * 11 * 17 * 19 * 31 * 61 * 181 * 541 * 109441 F(91)= 13^2 * 233 * 741469 * 159607993 F(92)= 3 * 139 * 461 * 4969 * 28657 * 275449 F(93)= 2 * 557 * 2417 * 4531100550901 F(94)= 2971215073 * 6643838879 F(95)= 5 * 37 * 113 * 761 * 29641 * 67735001 F(96)= 2^7 * 3^2 * 7 * 23 * 47 * 769 * 1103 * 2207 * 3167 F(97)= 193 * 389 * 3084989 * 361040209 F(98)= 13 * 29 * 97 * 6168709 * 599786069 F(99)= 2 * 17 * 89 * 197 * 19801 * 18546805133 F(100)= 3 * 5^2 * 11 * 41 * 101 * 151 * 401 * 3001 * 570601 |
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| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2007-04-21 16:01:00 | |
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| re: word up | |
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I'm a mentalist Pissed. In the snow mist, You know you can't handle this Yeah that's right Chris |
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| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2007-04-21 15:45:00 | |
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| word up | |
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i'm a mentalist dentalist lincoln continentalist wrap up, deliver my complimentary breakfast don't gip me on donuts or i'll jive your jib upside the head stiff me on syrup you'll wish you were dead i'm a playa fileter dr. dre slaya if wat were a city i'd be da mayah* the marigold factory be more than satisfactory dynamic clam interlock marigold refactory Are you down with Dr. Hat's Marigold Factory? *mayor. excuse my funky-fresh hip hop parlance |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-04-20 19:28:00 | |
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| DID YOU KNOW, I BET YOU FUCKING DIDN'T KNOW | |
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| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2007-04-20 15:44:00 | |
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| This is not a conspiracy | |
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"That's not a conspiracy" I said to the director as he swiftly removed the pile of paper stacked on the desk. "Well, it damn well looks like one James" He mumbled while drinking some coffee. "I assure you there were no bats involved, just Yugo and some plan white paper - it's quite the rage these days". "Fine, fine. What's that radio mic doing over there?" I glanced over the far corner where there was a small hole. I didn't reply but just wandered over to the hole inspecting where it had come from, I could have sworn it wasn't there before. I looked down... it seemed to go on for miles. What IS this? I thought to myself. Oh well better go for it... I attached a long peice of rope to the supply cabinet. It was Steve that helped me do it, was that his name... I'm not sure anymore. I lowered myself down into the abyss - sinking further and further down until all the light was gone from my surroundings and I couldn't feel anything. It was getting colder and I couldn't breathe... I wanted to turn back, maybe get myself back up somehow but there was no turning back now - it was now or never mate, see the grand oracle once and for all. It would all be over after this anyway, what was I ranting about? I wasn't sure... What was that noise? |
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| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2007-04-19 19:49:00 | |
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| OMGWHAT??? | |
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OS/2, HEADERIMG, MSN, SCREEN, PIXELS, PLASTIC, DARKNESS, SHADOWS, CURTAINS, BEAMS, WALL, PLASTER, HOUSE, OUTSIDE, ROAD, STREET LAMPS, AIR, TOWN HALL, SUPERMARKET, MAIN ROAD, NORTH... IS IT NORTH? I'M NOT SURE BUT MY MIND IS TRAVELLING SO FAST I CAN'T STOP IT. CASTLE, COUNTRYSIDE, MOTORWAY, LIGHTS, LIGHTS, LIGHTS, FOLLOWING THE LIGHTS SO QUICKLY. ON, RAIN SAMPLES, MICROWAVE SAMPLES? I'VE TRAVELLED ALONG THE ROMAN ROAD TO THE DEPTHS OF MY DEPRESSION - THE ORIGIN. BEGINS WITH C, BUT THE SERIES OF TUBES IS A PLACE OF MUCH BROADCAST... IT MUST BE SECRET, SOMETHING IN MY MIND SAYS IT MUST BE SECRET/// WHAT WAS HER NAME NOW, I HATE TO SAY IT - IT'S SOMETHING WITH AN A BUT THAT'S ALL IN THE PAST NOW - LET'S TRAVEL ON. FLIP AROUND THE DIRECTION, 90 DEGREES? OK THAT'S FINE... THROUGH THE COUNTRYSIDE, THE HAPPY PLACE ALONG THE ROAD AGAIN. TREES, NOISES, BACKGROUND, NIGHT, CROSSROADS, LEFT? YES. ONWARDS, ONWARDS UNTIL THE Y JUNCTION - TURN RIGHT. GETS BUSY HERE, BUSY TRAFFIC, FAST CARS, DANGEROUS ROAD, TURN LEFT, INTO THE PLACE, TURN RIGHT. IT'S THE PLACE OF SINS? THAT'S WHERE IT FIRST WENT WRONG J-... MAHJONG, IT'S THE PLACE OF LAST SUMMER? STRANGE HOW THINGS TURN OUT EH? I CAN'T TRAVEL IN MY MIND ANYMORE, I'VE GOT A MESSAGE IN THE REAL WORLD. MSN FROM RTQP. MUST DASH. - BY PUKE FROTH (AKA: MAHJONG THE WISEST) |
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| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2007-04-19 19:33:00 | |
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| Hello | |
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So here I am, 1am - sitting in a dark room with only my laptop as a source of light... the fan subtly making noise in the corner of the room. I look at the colours on the screen, "Ceephax Acid Crew" - headerimg is quiet a genius of creation. I wonder to myself... what is the meaning of it all, why am I even still up? I know that in the short term future and probably the long term it's going to be a bad decision. Of course the meaning of society, THE system, life, education and social climate. If only everyone was as simple and understandable as Yugo... we'd be living in a dream world. |
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| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2007-04-19 19:23:00 | |
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| crackberry whackout | |
| hi hutys imm at eh airoirt thewy say blackberrries r havin trbl but mine works fien and they rnt rspndaing 2 emaisl or foen CKALs, thitang k dier phoenz mieghts 2 b teh borarken? netways, should i hoWEme teh b if malarky duringo doesnta storm conditions. piece | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-04-19 12:16:00 | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-04-19 12:11:00 | |
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| EEEEEEEEEEEEE | |
| I <3 EEEEEEE I <3 EEEEEEE I <3 EEEEEEE I <3 EEEEEEE I <3 EEEEEEE I <3 EEEEEEE I <3 EEEEEEE | |
| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2007-04-18 19:01:00 | |
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| angry techno breakcore party!!! | |
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| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2007-04-18 12:36:00 | |
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| rtqp also writes some fiction | |
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i cruised slowly down the suburban streets, at a speed i would consider "unusually polite" in light of my normal habits. the opening bass exporations of amon tobin's "golfer vs. boxer" wafted from my stereo.
then, BAM: it hit me. socioeconomic watology. clinical infomatology. the possibilities were simply limitless. this is why you stop and smell the roses. the roses having been smelled, i downshifted to second and pulled my car into a tight curve, narrowly avoiding the curb, but failing to avoid a "children playing" sign some poor sap had mistakenly left in the street. i laid down a patch in its place and headed towards the interstate. i intended to make it to poland by sundown. "Poland?!" the clerk cried. "You can't drive to Poland... you gotta fly there!" "well," i said, "i'd prefer to drive there, if that's alright with you." he stared at me incredulously for a moment, and reached his conclusion. i triumphantly waited for my directions to poland. "GET OUTTA MY GAS STATION!!" he bellowed. "wat" i muttered, startled. he leaned foward to smack me, but having muttered the holy word, i was safe. one fell down from the sky and dashed him to the ground, incapacitating him. i grabbed a Chocoloco (tm) bar and headed towards the door. "payment is in the safe," i said, in case he was still conscious. it wasn't and he wasn't. the safe had dealt him such a buffet on the head that he no-longer was concerned with candy thievery. it was utterly critical that i reach poland by sundown. at this point there ensued a few hours of trials of the soul so foul and odious i would wish them on no man. but at last, i stood at the door of poland. i stepped in. there was a desk, with a clerk at the desk. "is this poland?" i asked. "Why, yes, this is stu's house of poles. What sort of pole are you looking for - barber, fire, stripper... other?" i stared at him blankly. "how many poles are there in poland?" i demanded. "Well," he replied, "we have over 30,000 poles in stock." "and what is your favorite pole?" i queried. "Well..." he began, pausing to think, "I'd have to say catalogue number 34-E10, the platinum ridged dancing pole... some fond memories, you know." i nodded, understanding. then i turned around and left. this was obviously a false poland, designed to mislead me. an ersatz poland existant merely to trick me into following the wrong path - the path of platinum ridged dancing poles. i would get revenge someday on this foul and godless establishment, someday. for now, however, i needed to find poland. say, do you know where poland is? |
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