EDITORIAL

Created: Thursday, 08 August 2002 Written by TEX LUMBAGO

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I poured myself into this. My arse the glass that holds the refuse.
As a citizen of this world I demand a passport to the unexplored recesses of my mind. In the dank and dark places where surely erections must stand. Blood engorged statutes of humanity. In that one man’s cock can represent all that is good and evil in people. Look at that third eye. Not located in ya fucking pineal gland, but enshrined atop your penile lump.
These esoteric thoughts always enter my mind when the flagpole is raised.

Here we are on the edge of the world…and not a cunt to be seen. Hey you Tart supporters please enact some erectile tissue that has been so carefully hidden…If they could only circumcise her tongue…As Bukowski said, do not lick the top!

I AM A FROZEN MOTHERFUCKER…I’VE TOUCHED THE DEW ON THEIR HANDS

So some more News emerges with only the most sinister thoughts used.

We are indeed FROZEN MOTHERFUCKERS! Pining for that split second of eternity, as our balls explode their load onto her still clothed lap..Letting the steelo of her pubic hair rub our scrotum red raw.