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|    the land surfer to All    |
|    dear diary, i didnt poo in my pants toda    |
|    24 Apr 07 08:45:29    |
      XPost: uk.rec.psychic, alt.magick, rec.sport.unicycling       XPost: alt.fan.heinlein, alt.ozdebate, alt.sci.physics.new-theories       From: pepp@cyberdude.com              dear diary, i didnt poo in my pants today       +++              todays diary page contains              illegal activity              th usual terms and conditions       pertaining to my psychic blog       that talks to me in music                     apply              +++                     [Song data auto inserted by jenny.exe at 17:40:12]       +++       Korn       'Korn - Dead Bodies Everywhere'       +++              wasnt goin to mention them              +++                            [Song data auto inserted by jenny.exe at 17:41:01]       +++       ?       'Lock It - Falling Joys.mp3'       +++                            [Song data auto inserted by jenny.exe at 17:41:13]       +++       The Eagles       'Witchy Woman'       +++              ok              +++              in little brothers range rover              rocked thru th pension office                     to put my forms in and              hit my first roof              +++              climbed aboard and              couldnt get nicole kidman out of my mind                     fuck off bitch              +++                     after th third hour              i was goin spare              +++              twenty five feet up       not much to think about                     cmon brain              +++              now look       i did not       propose to ya on th net              a yr to th day              before ya married keith                     that's a myth              +++              fuck off              +++              hit th fourth hour and       i near threw myself off th roof              +++              why u in my mind ?              +++              has she found out about me ?                     dont think so                                          why              +++              go for smoko       after th first roof and              all th boys tell mei s                     we're goin to a high maintenance bugger                            i got no address       followin th other trucks              we start drivin thru streets       all named after movie stars and                     pull into a street       named after nickie kidman                            ahhh              +++              [Song data auto inserted by jenny.exe at 17:45:31]       +++       City High       'You dont know me'       +++              dont tell me       let me guess              th high maintenance bitch       is in this little street              +++                     just a feeling              +++                     it was              +++              drove me nuts       for four hours              before i turned into th street              +++              it's a holdover roof              so much shit to do on it              it'll run four days                     and th eediot       who owns it       reconnected th rainwater tank              without tellin us              +++              dont u have a bite at me lady              +++              a little dirty water gone in yr tank       u were told                                   u dont talk to roofers that way              +++              dont care who ya are              +++              or when i paint yr barges              i'll make em seethru                            which u wont catch for three yrs              +++              so high              +++              th paths are       too fuckin clean              level five water restrictions              we clock evrything       walkin in th door              +++                                   [Song data auto inserted by jenny.exe at 17:49:46]       +++       Pink Floyd       'Echoes'       +++              but th hose isnt connected              to th tap                     and her front garden has died              lack of water              +++              wot shit sme is       not you dear                     ppl demandin huge cleanup       worse              than when we were in              just level three              +++                     more fussy now than ever              maybe they liek to see their paths hosed down                     and so              leaf strewn and dirty       our cleanup takin forever              +++              if we worked fo rth government       oh i do                     we'd be on stress leave              th looks ya get              throwin water down a dirty roof              +++              if yr plants die              th bank wont foreclose on ya              +++              if we park th machine              how do we earn a living ?              +++                     th infrastructure alone is              staggering              +++              u work on a dirty roof              we wont              +++              not in this day and age              +++              in ten yrs       it'll all be done by cherry picker anyway              a human wont be allowwed to set foot on it              factor it in       in yr maintenance costs              +++                     access              +++              another architect designed disaster              +++              least this one       hasnt just       put in a new timber deck              liek last weeks              +++              that was bright              +++              grand champion though       was th chick              who had th painter       comin to paint a wall                     we were washin on top of                     one of us       has to leave th job              for th day              +++                     was nice though       th nxt day              to have smoko with th wall painters       we paintin th roof              +++              u guys dont get to smoke drugs       on th coppers rooves       while yr paintin em              +++                     really ?              +++              th perks man              +++              not danger money              idiot money              +++              future echoes                                          get out of my head              +++                     a high maintenance bitch hey              dificult with a capital K              +++              i admit       i got th giggles              climbin on it              +++              chattin to my mate                     about my weekend       down th edge of th island              with a hot redhead              +++              cmon man       yrs aint a real blonde              +++                     we did curse very much and              liken th roof to th streets name                     we had to dear              +++                     didnt know       that end of town              had a street named after u              +++              it's a cute little street              +++              shoulda called it an overlook       they stuck her up high              +++              my head swam       this morning                     my gift       not telling me              why       nickie was in my mind              +++              back home       a coupel of billies in                     and some quiet contemplation              +++              i usually       only predict disasters              if i read th bitchy magazines       correctly                     keith goin into rehab       three months after they got married              wasnt a good sign              +++                     all duly backwards                     hey it;s real magic              for every action       there's an equal and opposite reaction                     applys to magic too                            but              ya married a guy                            who lived       twenty k's down th road              a ten minute drive away              +++              ok       maybe 7              +++              future echoes              bounding into me              +++              12 mnths to th day              after i flipped out                     fuck i              proposed to a woman                     and only              one woman                     insanity                     oh it's alright              she's safely married now              +++              it never happened ok nickie              +++              still knockin me around              +++              after th fourth hour                     this morning                            ok brain       why u still got this woman on yr mind              +++              like a brick wall              slamming into my head                     when we pulled into th little street              +++              high maintenance ya said              +++                     if i              had just once                            read th job book              this morning                     i coulda saved myself a lot of grief              +++              but then       i wouldnt be the       witchdoctor of australia                     now would i              +++                     prove me wrong nickie              dont let it be a disaster              +++              otherwsie i have to cling to              well at least no-one died this time              +++              from th future echoes              +++              th future coming out of my keyboard       backwards and              distorted              +++              but normally       seven days              before it happens              +++              th one thing       th nickie kidman thing did                     was give us a handle on       time              +++              june 25              was also th date                     i started              this diary              +++              back in 2001              +++              7 days       before th senior feds              aussies              bought it in       indo              i was seein       dead hippies                     takin th contract sorry       to whack some hippies              +++              i tried to warn em              we do wot we can              +++              but of course                     7 days before th garuda plane crashed                     we said we saw              a terrorist incident and                     went a little screwy              dont like writin                     psychic clues              to terrorist incidents              +++                     so hard              +++              came out of       june 25 and                     england was to get              july seven bombings              i jumped into a              shakespear newsgroup       and              screamed at th english but       to no avail              +++              still cant read my diary from that week              +++                     [Song data auto inserted by jenny.exe at 18:15:55]       +++       Machine Gun Fellatio       'Mouth'       +++              posting 12 pages a day from       the oracle of kuta                     wi th many names              +++              sure sign       somethin nasty about t happen              +++              oh yeah       i was gunna declare war on       england              after june 30 if       certain conditions werent met                            when ya write       backwards psychic clues                     7 days before th event                            july seven                     london bombed              +++              left me fully       compromised and              +++              hmm              +++                            [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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