_,~~~~~--. _ o () ,-. ,-.__,-~~-.__,-~~~-._,---------. / . ''---._/ \\__ \_/ | \ _/} / ) |,| (o'----, \ An UnbornChikkenVoices Release : / /_,-'| |___ ( _\_ .. _/ / / \_____,-\____,.._\----'\__,._\..--~' \_/-~~--.___,-~~~\__,--------~'' PLEASE STOP THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY KNEE bored@pantyhackers.com If you want to know the truth, I don't know what I think about it... -- J.D. Salinger It was a quiet morning. I was on the run, just getting bit bored, just looking for some fun - iii couldn't help staring at the people with tiny legs; they were limping 'round smiling, iii nearly lost my face. WHAT'S THAT THING? WAS A SILLY THING! I started limping too, I had nothing else to do iii was limping, limping limping - till i found the loop, my god, these are sell outs. I had nothing else to do, iii cuffed and i sneezed, I now have got the flu. WHAT'S THAT FLU? THAT IS ON THE LOOP! I don't care much about you, nor the flatus in the air - and the 10 kilo birds everywhere. There's something inside my knee though, I think it's a foe. My foes ought to die, so now I'm thinking of saying good-by. I'm hearing unborn chicken voices in my head, can't get any rest. I think there's something inside my knee, but all I want to do is pee. I want to fuck a rat, but my dilesneck's too fat. I was brought alive by a male chick with suspended wings, they're all wearing minks. You make belief, that lucrative Limp Pizkit is some sort of clandestine lodge. BUT you're far off the track. You're the kind of person who assumes things with a hermetic closed mind. You sure should go and get some information on astuteness ethic behaviour before claiming the right to judge them. We've all felt like shit, dreamt like shit; still, it doesn't make you the fly eating me! - essentially, quiet the opposite. I think you better quit, making Freudian slips. You want to justify? - no human contact! Keep your distance or feel my delinquency: in its place, chase the zoophiles who're messing up the zoo's town; feel Achilles' heel of fair dealing or snuff out your only candle of fire. You think I'd klux you if I had the chance, but again you're seeking in the wrong woods; I find it wicked to apply such horrendous techniques on human beings! I guess I'm just a daddy little boy. When I slept with my brothers mother, my dad used to say "a hole for a hole, right kid?". Happy little swan, watch the hazard, watch the phoney imitations of daddies in the local park licking the cow's sloppy cunt neck... I am God. The truth might as well come out. There's no reason to phoney modesty. I want to be honest. I want to tell how it really is. Above stands the Truth. It is not always easy to look through, but here it is, all very simple. Everything that's true, is simple. I never meant to make the Truth hard to dance with. It can easily be bought for one soul. However, this has not to do with personal development. I don't get anything out of writing this. Money isn't important. But the Truth is always important, and that is why I write is with a big T. People who write is with a little t should read this one more time, because they have yet much to learn. Nothing have happened by coincidence. Every single word is well thought out and every comma is set in love to the Human Beings and in its fight to reach the light. I really think that what's written above is the best ever written. It should be broadcasted and I should be the Writer of the Year. I am God, remember? Don't you forget about that! Hacking is a continuing endeavour in which the end of one study may be the starting point for another... Oops...! I did it again, I picked out a life, and sent it to hell... [hem, hem, hem, hem, hem] Repeat line 1-3 Aargh! ---- Shouts to cruci, c0redump, nimrood, kidjess, stryke, and the entire boy band concept which diffuse the queer spirit of #hacktech