XPost: alt.fan.keanu-reeves, alt.gossip.celebrities, alt.fan.madonna   
   XPost: alt.usenet.kooks   
   From: Roofshadow2004@removespamtrap.yahoo.com   
      
   Carol Shubert wrote:   
   > Another one of TROLLZILLA's socks "Whenas in silks my pretty Jenna goes,   
   > Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes"   
   >  wrote in message   
   > news:268b8afe.0411260637.3a92681a@posting.google.com...   
   >   
   > Re the doofus's subject line:   
   > Angry? I am enjoyng kicking your ass so much, Trollzy. I   
   > can't remember the last time I laughed as much as I've   
   > been laughing over your clueless responses. Nia, Alex,   
   > Rosie, Jennie, Dave and I spent hours yesterday reading   
   > your posts to each other.   
      
   She frequently confuses people laughing at her with anger - I think   
   that's a k00k thing.   
      
   > : > this one   
   > :   
   > : This song?   
   > :   
   > : "The Little Bummer Boy"   
   >   
   >   
   > Oh my, your brain slipped off its perch again, Trollzilla. Do you   
   > have any idea what a segue is? Do you think it's within the   
   > realm of human (or whatever you are) possibility that you might   
   > be able to properly construct a segue for once?   
      
   Are you kidding?   
      
   She can't even construct a proper SENTENCE!   
      
   > :   
   > : Come they told me   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum   
   > : A new born transition to see,   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum   
   > : Our finest flowers we bring   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum   
   > : To lay before the tombstone   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum   
   > : rum pum pum pum   
   > : rum pum pum pum   
   > :   
   > : So to honor Him   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum,   
   > : when we come.   
   > :   
   > : Dead Little Baby   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum   
   > : I am a cool boy too,   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum   
   > : I have this gift to bring   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum   
   > : That's fit to give our thing   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum   
   > : rum pum pum pum   
   > : rum pum pum pum   
   > :   
   > : Shall I laugh for you!   
   > : pa rum pum pum   
   > : on my butt.   
   > :   
   > : RedDog nodded   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum   
   > : The ox and lamb kept time   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum   
   > : I played my harp for Him   
   > : pa rum pum pum   
   > : I played my best for Him   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum   
   > : rum pum pum pum   
   > : rum pum pum pum   
   > :   
   > : Then she cried where I could see   
   > : pa rum pum pum pum   
   > : me and my harp.   
   > :   
   > : Oh well...   
   >   
   >   
   > You need to write your mommy a long letter and explain why   
   > you feel she hurt you so much and why you identify with dead   
   > children you imagine were neglected or abused somehow,   
   > and why that identification controls you so much that you can   
   > hardly think of anything else.   
      
   Obvious isn't it?   
      
   Well to everyone but HER anyway!   
      
   > You should also mention your growing obsession with Boyd's   
   > brother who committed suicide, because I'm sure you've begun   
   > identifying with him now too. I'll be happy to talk to your mommy   
   > and help her with all the arrangements to put you in a nice place   
   > where you will feel ever so much calmer.   
      
   I doubt she's still speaking to her mean old mommy who let her be abused.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)