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"The fucked up planet" we are the fucked up planet we with our victims our revenge our pride we are the ultimate failure the outrageous rip in the silky stockings of the precious brand you would not buy twice we are God's non reproduceable offense the unique curse the "what the fuck....!" you grumble with tightened lips rejjjjjjjjjjjjoice, my brother, my sister we are the planet's dregs the ungly human race not even worth a spit in the face. Martin's response/// >> We are the planet's scum >> the ugly human race >> and if that race were not around >> there'd be no one there to say it >> so get down on your bleeding knees >> once more and fucking pray >> a thank you to the goddess that >> created us >> you killers and you servile sods >> that she made the world this way On Wed, 3 Oct 2001 11:33:00 +0100, Robin Hamilton <[log in to unmask]> wrote: >(Cross with Martin's later post to Erminia); > >Hey, Martin, then you +did+ write this yourself? Bloody good. I thought at >first it was translation from Brecht!! Touches of _The Threepenny Opera_ >about it, nah? > >Robin >