[-------------------------------------------------------------------------] SWEET FUCKING CHRIST! THE HOODLUMS OF THE IMPULSE BRING UNTO YOU... [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] ____ ____ ____ _I_R_ | || |\ \ M E | || |/____/ Ack! Arachnid! P A | || |\ \ ir file number 110 U L |____||____| |____| released 1.17.01 L I | || |\| | by Ivan McWatt S T |____||____| |____| we're just fucking with your mind. E Y even_god_reads_it [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] -oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo-oOo- [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] Spider, spider on the wall I do not know from where you crawl Behind the bookcase, from under the bed? O how I wish that you were dead Spider, spider on the wall I am stricken down like Saul I hatesss to glipse a sight of you Fears and loathes you, aye, I do Spider, spider on the wall Grotesque and ugly I find you all Furry velvet octet of legs O please stay away, this poet begs Spider, spider on the wall With trembling voice I raise a call Hurrying from the closest room Mother brings the Spray of Doom Spider, spider on the wall I watch to see the angry mould fall The poisons do their deadly work No more in my room will you lurk! Spider, spider on the wall You stared at me, avec great gall Or was it at Buffy, poster tall? O spider, spider on the wall [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! IT WAS ANOTHER FUCKING IR FILE MAN! Copyright (c) 2001 IMPULSE REALITTY PRESS - http://ir.phonelosers.net [-------------------------------------------------------------------------]