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Content Is as Content Does
The difficult part comes standing
over the garbage can, weighing
the relative merits of the
unsolicited Victoria's Secret
catalog against the
all-too-solicited pleasures of
Larry Flynt's Hard Drive.
Five years ago today in Suck.
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The next morning, the rabbit woke
And the whole world seemed like a joke.
her mood was black, yes, worse than bad
despite the good old stuff she had.
She wondered now, "Was it a trap?
To spend time fixing such old crap?"
It made her angry! What a waste!
To fix her stuff with such great haste!
She thought about her pointless job.
She thought about that asshole Bob.
She thought about that stupid rat
Who left her for that slut named Kat.
And it all seemed like such a mess.
This wasn't genes or PMS.
No, everything seemed bad and wrong!
How had she lived this way so long?
So, feeling pissed off at herself,
she took the big tool from the shelf
And then she learned, with one great swing,
How good it was for smashing things!
And so the rabbit vowed to leave,
Once finished with this heave-ho-heave
of crushing everything in sight.
Destruction was a pure delight!
At least, for a minute....
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