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   Andrew W, ye broken-down filth as thou art, thou is open to   
   incontinency, ye demurred:   
      
   > "Kadaitcha Man"  wrote in message   
   > news:dbo7gk$bqn$9@comp.os.linux.advocacy.open.sores.co.cuba...   
   >> Beauregard T. Shagnasty, ye maggot-infested secret and villainous   
   >> contriver, the music of thy own vain tongue doth ravish like   
   >> enchanting harmony, ye barked:   
   >>   
   >   
   > Have you ever considered making poetry?   
      
   Yes.   
      
   > You could make lots of money (and we'd also have some peace).   
      
   Want to make a bet on that?   
      
   Quite electric under the slime   
   ==============================   
      
   So humming before the vapours   
   I swallow blue ghosts above the dream   
   Zounds! The Knave is good   
   Weird and glowing under the air   
   We envision rabid feet near the flock   
   Oh God! The stink is no more   
   Quite electric under the slime   
   We stretch musty shivas within the wind   
   Be transparent. The comfort continues   
   Darkening, abashed   
   In another country   
   The next life waiting   
   For what reason   
   The victim   
   Forgot where he lived   
   And never caught up   
      
   Strangely murky below the virgin   
   ================================   
      
   Totally invisible beside the clouds   
   I meet invisible impressions within the earth   
   Be watchful. The bastard will die   
   So scary among the flock   
   You poke luminous tentacles about the gods   
   Dig it! The evil is hard   
   Strangely murky below the virgin   
   I spread sinning virgins about the land   
   Awaken, awaken! The sin continues   
   Courageous, hungry   
   Walking out of the world   
   An unreliable map   
   From what country   
   The sailor   
   Stopped for a while   
   Sending pigs to a slaughterhouse   
      
   I also tried my hand at haiku:   
      
   apprentices babble   
   harps guitar harpsichord grinds   
   strongly, life recurs   
      
   Sinful and big near the sky   
   ===========================   
      
   So electric under the sky   
   You invoke huge whorls before the flock   
   Alas! The devil is over   
   Very black near the vapours   
   You divine poisonous women over the shadows   
   Crazy! The bitch has vanished   
   Sinful and big near the sky   
   We draw flying devils in the flock   
   Whoa! The sin is vanishing   
   Trusting, transcendent   
   Out of control   
   A sense of danger   
   In whose arms   
   Our neighbour   
   Bought a ticket   
   While the world changed   
      
   --   
   Ubuntu 9.10 x64 running Windows Server 2008 in VirtualBox   
   16GB 1333MHz DDR3 RAM, 10 * SATA2 3GB/s HDDs as dual 3TB RAID5   
   8-thread Intel Extreme i7-975 @ 3.80GHz, air-cooled Thermaltake   
   Intel BoneTrail Motherboard   
   Dual nVidia GeForce 8800 GTS 1GB   
   Honda Sabre 1100cc V-Twin   
      
   I can wank better than you can.   
      
   PS: Jensen Interceptor in air-conditioned storage.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)