by baal of manitou 93 her young hands are scratched and some blood is dripping from her fingers, but restless she makes wool for herself and her children. wool is the only thing she can sell. her kids are begging on the streets. yes, things have changed since father is dead... temple of baal po.box 97-6600 reutte austria (snif!) 0043-5672-41543-andy nice synthsound, nah? greets to tom, whose latest techno-tune was real great! cool samples! keep on playing! see u 2! ha! play over and laut!!! no, i'm not the green man (harharhar!!!) ! ...baal of manitou... ...it's just death...
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