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Hung Up - By Mike Elfers
Someone on instant messenger
Someone I don't know well
Just told me that she talked to her friend on the phone as he killed himself
Drove into oncoming traffic, drunk.

She said he was a recovering alcoholic
He called her and told her his fatal plot,
She then heard a bunch of fuzz and his phone hung up...
He said he loved her and nobody loved him...

She said he lived in Chicago.. so the only way she could help was by trying to call him over and over again...
She said he wasnt answering...
My only advise was to not hang up.

Broken record - By Mike Elfers
Every day in the art room.. I am forced to listen to the same songs...
Where is my mind?
Janes Addiction
Fiona Crapple
Counting Crows
some acoustic nirvana song...
Bob Marley
Get some more music to listen to.

I hate my friends - By Mike Elfers
They think they are cool...
I'm not arrogent...
But if it wasn't for the parties I let them come to at my house,
No one would care who they are today.

Homing, Schmoming - By Mike Elfers
I've been wondering lately how those homing missile things work
Like you can just make a missile make decisions on who it wants to kill
Missiles are not human
I guess the operater, a human, decides who it is going to kill,
But that means the missile is still following directions
How can a missile tell the difference between an enemy plane, your mom's car, or a ferris wheel?
beats the hell outta me.

42 - By Jason Flatowicz
Occupancy 42
No way
I count 48 chairs in this room
You are robbing yourself of 6 potential customers
Make a new sign

School Does Not Rule - Provided By a Very Bored Sean Elfers
Misery...
Every student is lost in it.
Freshmen sit in their classes in misery,
Sophmores must sit for 2 and 1/2 more years, in misery,
Juniors are not yet seniors, in misery
Seniors sit in the library, with 49 days left, in misery,
school fucking sucks

I Am A Fairy - Provided By a Very Bored Jason Gangwish
its fun to be a fairy
and fly around the fields
your words can never hurt me
i have my fairy shield...

prom - By Mike Elfers
How I wish that she'd throw down her pom-pom
And ask me to take her to the prom
But the great rejection won't be long
And the great rejected bow in song

Dreams of coed-dancing to the song of thong,
If I looked like father cruise's son named tom,
Will creep on me till I move along
So we now join our hands in psalm

How nice it'd be to live like king-kong
And strut around the streets of hong-kong
Snatching any girl in my palm

...Her only rejection would be the A Bomb.

Lefty - by Ben Swift
my left nut hurts
since yesterday

i think i sat on it
or clipped it
with a door or something

Recovering the satellite - by Scara Wingett
The light artificial and the mood real
The conflict too much to bear
A sacrifice was in the stars
We observed our prey, verbalizing the forthcoming kill
Rocks were no longer bound by gravity
Great beings, they were hurled through the air
in protest of the synthetic enemy
Like gods and goddesses we fought a proud battle
Slowly as our strength waned, we dispersed,
Yet faith lingered in a lone soldier
Bounding through the darkness, a warrior amidst the evil,
The last rock flew gracefully through the night
Impaling the adversary with Herculean might
The mass of destruction echoed through the streets
And we held the battle in our hands
Manipulating the cracked corpse and brandishing the evidence
Shattered was the maddening vice
and no longer did we reign in agony,
the royal night was ours, the battle over,
success now beamed, the streetlight met its most untimely death.

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