the bushes- one by lokust 5-20-03

i love you. no, you don't i want to buy you pretty things. no you don't. i find you loathesome and long to feed upon your pathetic and rotted little brain. i'm tellin'!

depressed cop 1 by lokust 5-20-03

move along now, guv! now you've done it! nobody loves me...

depressed cop- two by lokust 5-20-03

alright move along. blast! just when i was getting comfortable... oh dear... maybe i've offended him? son of god! son of god! three quid for the son of god! wait! i didn't get your... number. nobody loves me.

one by lokust 5-20-03

(another night in the club-o-rama) i think i thought a thought about why i think such thoughts! 'ey! where's me bacon?! (the plot thickens... OR DOES IT?!) but i don't WANNA be looked at as a 'terrorist'... i wanna be a REAL boy! a REAL BOY! not in THESE united states, boy! (try those united states over there... the ones that don't have that bizarre backward definition of 'freedom.') (it's like 'splatterpunk... only minus the splatter. and the punk. whatever.) hey man... you've got the blood of iraqi children on your shirt... blasted fools! i am not wearing a shirt!

please let me know what you think...
or not.
i suppose it doesn't matter...

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.love is life. .l. . . .

Keep working at it...

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leggo my dcomposed! ®

I found the bushes quite charming. There's something about a squirrel offering to buy someone pretty things...

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Carry the battle to them. Don't let them bring it to you. Put them on the defensive. And don't ever apologize for anything. - Harry S Truman, 33rd president of US (1884 - 1972)