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in my soul there’s a moth by brian cataclysm
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something left a window open in my soul there's a moth & moths are satan's butterflies oi moth - fuck off no, they're my favourite corduroys don't feast on them as well in my soul there's a moth from the mothly realms of hell ...
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alter egos by admiral andrew raspberry-ripple
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alter-egos & names one assumes delusions of other & pretentious nom de plumes aye alter-egos yeah get some y'self then when y' shit kicks off you can blame someone else ...
stumped is by s.t ump
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stumped is a limbless wicket keeper wondering what happened to the mighty tree's trunk ( ? ) absolutely stumped ...
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butteries batteries by ludwig van jenkins
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i need to recharge my butteries by that i mean batteries i.e exacturrly i'm f*ckin' nackered me ...
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an excuse by nef84ht74wh99.563219p
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radioactive hairy palms pontefract cakes car alarms save the badger raise the vague help us lord golf sale this way ~ neolithic bicycle spokes trampolinists shite on toast bloody werewolves nemesis - fate good evening all & sorry i'm late ...
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the man who stank of christmas by barabus vortex
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the man who stank of christmas stinked some years ago with festive b.o yellow snow & mistletoe the man who stank of christmas vomit, blood, great auntie flo roast potatoes - ho ho ho all fucking year he's dead now though ...
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dog, car, onion, tsar, narwhal, mist by edwin glib
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if i were a dog then you'd be a car if i were a onion well you'd be a tsar if i were a narwhal you'd exist as mist kissing the riverbank if if if ...
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weasel pox versus shite toast by some tosser or other
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stroke my chin eat more peas bless you jesus a christ-like sneeze thank you brain come back soon let's get drunk & then steal the moon smoke my whim eat less dust & never trust the national trust save the owls bring back then plus up the odd fuck off the end ...
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idiots by anne idiot ( et al )
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yes everyone's an idiot humanity is idiocy united by stupidity to resist is futility yes everyone's an idiot but if you somehow disagree then you're more berk-inclined than me please open your idiot eyes & see ...
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oh shit, it’s september by agnes thumb
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september surrenders as summer's dissenter the autumnal bender the scaredy twat member offender yet splendour the judas transcender a misty agenda oh shit, it's september ...
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