[-------------------------------------------------------------------------] SWEET FUCKING CHRIST! THE HOODLUMS OF THE IMPULSE BRING UNTO YOU... [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] ____ ____ ____ _I_R_ | || |\ \ M E | || |/____/ From the Grave P A | || |\ \ ir file number 121 U L |____||____| |____| released 5.4.01 L I | || |\| | by August Spies 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- [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] slipping into the silent,cold arms of death....the final embrace.... dirt and a wooden box are what i now face... I can't even remember what it was like to draw breath....it was so nice to be alive even though life was shit.... not I'm rotting in a hole and I'm not liking it a bit... fuck it all though I won't regret that choice... only I wish i had a voice...to tell my story and its tragic conclusion.... instead I have to let things stay as they are... even though I left my life as a mass of confusion... Mallus@disinfo.net [note from linear: sorry this textfile isn't viewable 640x480 screen mode, but if I altered in order for it to be so, it would change the format of his poem. So, I didn't. Deal with it.] [-------------------------------------------------------------------------] OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! IT WAS ANOTHER FUCKING IR FILE MAN! Copyright (c) 2001 IMPULSE REALITTY PRESS - http://ir.phonelosers.net [-------------------------------------------------------------------------]