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mail_me_a_bowl_of_cereal
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not god
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set my ankles ablaze with abandon
let me see the way to be free
from the spectre of youth
and the ghost of me
quash my infernal yearning for
ham salad sandwich, sam
let me know
which way to go
and i'll be just like i am
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001104
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not god
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potato chip bloodied
by the impending doom
stark grey blackness
in the corner of my room
pig eye in a puddle
arm on the highway
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001105
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not god
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i creep then i muddle.
and harm comes my way.
way up in the sky
a lonely pig sty.
ABANDONED AND DRY.
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001105
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tourist
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Tomorrows technology Today!
Your wish has come to pass.
Instead of syrofoam
they pack in peanuts
made from corn starch now.
They made them to dissolve in water
so when you add your milk,
you best eat quickly
or it will just be swill.
And they're still unsweetened,
you'll want some sugar,
so I'll just toss in a packet or two.
Make sure it's not the sillica gel,
that stuff is rough on you.
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001106
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not god
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rough stuff indeed!
i've eaten a bead
of silica desicant
so all take heed!!
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001106
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not god
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the old lady was in pain.
the rectal thermometer had stuck and the phone rang.
she remembered the first time she saw the stain.
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001107
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not god
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the old lady was in porn.
the rectal theremometer had stuck in her earhorn.
she remembered the first time she tasted corn.
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001107
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not god
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THE OLD LADY WAS IN BED. HER RECTAL THERMOMETER COLD AND DEAD.
SHE REMEMBERED FINDING YOUR HEAD
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001107
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not god
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i am an old lady. my name is vera. i smell of butter and corn. i had a son named richard jonathan, but he was killed in korea. i am 92 years old as of yesterday. my husband larry died of leukemia in 1965.
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001107
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vera
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i really like alpha-bits. i am stuck in this filthy mexican jail cuz of some silliness with a prostitute. all they got to eat is foul smelling corn mush and stale crumbly bread.
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001110
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tourist
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Nice of them to provide internet access though...No?
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001110
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vera
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yeh. the hot tub and masseuse ain't too bad either.
i think they put a scratch on my range rover, however.
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001110
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vera
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my depends undergarment is starting to sag. would you like to "change" me big boy?
did i take my medication?
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001126
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bloody potato chip
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mystery_of_the_retarded_nun
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010108
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god
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whew. and it's rice chex too!
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010117
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suzy
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vera is vaguely perplexed by her darkness as I am the woman of which you are speaking
but seven shades of blackness do not a darkness make
i forget who I am
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010217
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ass facely
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but darkness does
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010218
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pat sajaks ghost
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i am forget
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010218
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mmm
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that would be one of the coolest things to get in the mail... i think i'll put a bowl of cereal in my friends mail box tommorrow
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010422
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not god
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you'd better
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010617
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nocturnal
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you want the milk already in it, or do you want it on the side? or maybe you don't want it at all. just let me know.
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010617
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kingsuperspecial
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we have life and frosted cheerios. contents sold by weight, not volume. some settling may have occured duing shipping.
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010617
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einstein
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i want glass lettuce. shiny black glass lettuce black_glass lettuce
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010619
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paste!
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fuck cereal, i want to dump shiny black glass lettuce all over my electric moose pie, no doubt about it monkey face! and i still have dog biscuits in my pockets for anyone who'll do a trick.
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010619
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nemo
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lucky charms or trix?
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010620
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guess
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mail me some anthrax
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011103
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god
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what you wanna do, i think i could stay with you. it's a stupid song, but what the fuck?
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011103
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Sonya
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I could use some apple cinnamon cheerios right now. Then I'd be able to stay up past 4 am. This used to be an early hour for me too. How pathetic. I'll get my cereal in the morning. Nite blather.
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011117
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ClairE
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Ooh. Please?
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011210
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god
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mail me a bacon jello spongecake with cloves and iron shavings
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011216
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patch
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will somebody please send some marmite to ==the missing link==
he is hungry and wants some toast that has that savoury and yet still moorish taste.
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020119
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god
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krill-filled is the fave at the office of squidlery, and everyone's favorite bar, O.D.'s.
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020413
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D y a n n e
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I love cereal mail my 2 or three bowls of whatever kind you have in the house
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020809
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god
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cerealism
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030517
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Whitechocolatewalrus
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Well, obviously, cinnamon toast crunch is the best cereal ever. If I were magic, I would turn every box of cereal that exists into cinnamon toast crunch. If someone doesn't like it, then they can send their boxes to me by mail.
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031123
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this blathe is li
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ke a nightmare
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061025
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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