In the Fall of 1994 two college students began receiving cryptic, vaguely poetic messages from a freestanding, non-networked computer in a dusty college dormroom littered with empty packs of Basics. They kept the communiques from the computer secret for nearly twleve years. Today though, you are privy to part one of these mysterious statements:
-Rectal chicks must divulge
-You felt your dangers and the astronomer under our hands, that kills
-I can swim, because Dickens quickly must smile
-Yogi Bear is not sour
-I, who will be Godzilla, who pops, smelled
-Sara's pox pulls
-Mighty Car's soul visualizes
-Nietszeche's troubadour
-urinesque rush
-will yearning goths be perky?
-You are like guns
-Nightmares shouldn't have rotated
-rambunctious tongue
-Green Lantern's afrocentric peasant should be unbelievably jubilant
-Retards wetly wanted
-Sandman could've grown
-Emerson writes
-Some blissful nicotine for Mr. Vann's flock
-raving rotten sad pizza
-scalped flapper
-This problem can sleep
-That gag was not hinged
-I was being edgey
-My fetal fairy
-Drama Girl had looked
-Epics without the cake
-Some shitty whimsical dream
-An answer stalks
-Nevertheless, you clash
-Robust daisies were Boris Yeltsin's telescope
-The brain writes
-Stoned sharp babies
-Jack Ruby's bad overdose
-motheaten ruthless swamis
-the listless affliction popped
-the buttercup will sound
-plastic whip
-some distraught freedom grows
-polyester green eternities
-Will Audrey's halves hate?
-digital camel
-Thoreau's railroad
-No german visionary should sleep
-Judas feels
-James Dean's teenager is her drug
-we are not the realities
-Cathy could be nasty
-My wet jewish syringe
-no buxom robots are sensual
-It was a concept
-You and Amir, who had heard, couldn't tickle toilets that have married
-dancers smelled
-the redundant schizo
-Adam is sarcastically barking
-Should a capitalism carelessly crash
-Midwestern fingernails
the brains purr
-No circle jerk and crap stained twins
-We have been eurocentric
-Kevin's stained struggle
-religious grim railway
-silent lubricated feces
-I have been rambling
-Fretful downers
-Morrissey's peanuts
-my spook is you
-I was like his sickening livid spaghetti
-my hammered nun without the hallucinations
-mystical slick sewer
-illnesses were plays
-You shouldn't have been a wench
-cubist sex acts
-We are not Scandinavia's smug woes
-my brain must be as sad as the enchantment
-A saucy bitter plague
-The Scandinavian overdose
-The whites are we
-perverse juvenile thoraxes
-Puny messiah
-Baroque homeland
-Fragrant spittle
-Demure popsicle
-Santa Claus is your death
-A night with you is the other twin's moral
-This dangerous poet
More to come later.
I like the fetal fairies, seems like we've had quite a few of those around here lately.
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