_,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,_ -[ C H E E S E ' N ]- Ż```````````````Ż,,,,_ ___|text file # 007|___-[ C R A C K E R S ]-______________!___________________ * * Ż````````````````Ż _> * "the poet: entry 1" |`. *______________________________________[ brian : 26th of October, 2002 c.e. ] * ŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻ * * what's the point of eating this sour tuna when it's canned in oil not water and goddamnit, mom, i told you not to buy the tuna in oil i'd prefer you to cut my wrists or burn my forearm with your four cigarettes and pussy pink lighter fade in and ash into my soda but--shush!--don't tell me! you'll have the last laugh while i'm vomitting up your terrible habit. i can't eat this tuna, canned in oil, i'll coil up and eat my soiled diapers festooning from the silo rafters it doesn't matter to me if it's white bread, wheat bread, or twelve grain, i'll choose nil and i apologize for the spill i didn't mean to stain the carpet with my vomit but my soda was vile i don't know what exactly happened. you're killing me with this tuna, i don't want to die, though i wouldn't mind a dirty boot cutting through my teeth, sort of like a coral reef slicing through skin the pores of the rock bubbling and giggling. no, but, honestly, Honest Abe woulda been proud, give 'em what's expendable, give 'em the 1, 2, 3, easy-go treatment, it's so much easier than dealing with customer service. _______________________________________________________________________________ http://www.bubblemonkey.org/cheesencrackers cnc-007.txt written by brian copyright (c) 2002, your mom.