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- ...presents... Woooaaahhh, Nelly!
- by Tequila Willy
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- >>> a cDc publication.......1991 <<<
- -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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- Live these thoughts; if you dare.
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- MY WILL - by unknown
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- (September 4, 1985)
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- You threw me down, cast with stones,
- Tore at my flesh, broke my bones.
- But now the tables are turned, my Lord,
- I will claim your throne with yet my sword.
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- Evil dwells within your world,
- Your humans' minds have been a'swirled.
- I'll gather my children one by one,
- And when the massive feast is done,
- I'll raise my army with all its might,
- I've not yet begun to fight.
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- With all my power and all my hate,
- I'll break through every "golden gate".
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- The earth is mine, I haven't forgotten,
- Even with your son begotten.
- I will return and claim it still,
- For that, my Lord, is my will.
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- DOOMED FATE - by Tequila Willy
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- (March 7, 1990)
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- A hand swept out of the darkness
- It grabbed me by surprise
- Twisted my mind
- And turned it into French fries.
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- Falling through space
- Landing on heat
- Spizzing and frying
- Ready to eat.
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- Crispy and golden
- I was thrown onto a plate
- Snatched up by the mouth
- I met my fate.
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- M.E.S.S. - by Artaud (blessed by J. Swallow)
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- (circa 1986)
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- I need your lovin' when you're down on your knees,
- When the temperature's a hundred degrees!
- I don't care if you're a whore and a sleaze,
- Give me a squeeze.
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- You're feisty and you're wild,
- You make everybody smile.
- I see you all alone,
- And you begin to moan.
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- It's like water, dripping for a tree,
- You drip your juices all over me.
- I feel a flash of heat; sweat.
- And then I cum sticky and wet.
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- I know you love me when you're down on your knees!
- When the temperature's a hundred degrees!
- If you'd always do what I please,
- Don't be a tease.
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- I mean I hope you don't have no disease,
- Then the doctor would have to give me a squeeze.
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- .ooM |Copr. 1991 cDc communications by Tequila Willy 07/20/91-#182|
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