THE BORE
General => The Superdeep Borehole => Topic started by: T234 on August 23, 2007, 01:51:05 PM
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I work in a computer lab on a college campus, this printer we have is connected to twenty machines. Some emo douche came in and attempted to print out 50 pages of poetry like this:
bully the fool
freeze right there
a murder has taken place
he put everything on the table
up for grabs
awfuly mad
hold on to dear life for the last hour awaits
EDIT: There's a guy in the lab with a shirt that has a picture of brass knuckles underneath them it it says
"HOODS"
"First the punk kids"
"the emo kids are next"
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nails for dinner, tacks for snacks, my nicca
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CRAWWWWWWWWLING INNNNNNNNNNNNN MY SKINNNNNNNNNNNNNN
THESE WOOOOOOOUNDS THEY WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NOT HEEEEEEEEEEEEEAL
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How can this happen to me?
I made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The night goes on as I'm
Fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna screaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam
How can
this
happen
to
me?
:'(
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WHAT THE FUCK
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That is really terrible poetry, nicca