Labels:text | electronics | screenshot | multimedia | software | display | operating system | font OCR: F Poems UPSTREAM ISSUE #9 Sunday cane suddenly Oh no, here comes my aunties. Have you gotten yourself a job? Better put on my panties. Sure. I still have some banks to rob. They've brought their empty frases. There is a dead man under your table. And their makeup faces. Had to kill him. He was not stable. So how are you, and how is school? Well, we have to go. God bless. Uh, I decided to just take it cool. Yeah, and I'm sorry for all the mess. Where's your cat? Did it run away? No, some friends killed it yesterday. (C) 1994 Postoffice Poetry / Balance. How nice you've cut your hair. Yeah, the cops came too near . Who ownes all this alcohol? It's just some we stole. SEARCH MENU LET APT. MUSIC 01/02 MUSIC TEXT ------ CONTINUE AXT ATT. PAGE TOTAL TOP
