Dee, Catharina, Pabil, have a good life

B. Traven

t400ec wrote:
> Dee, Catharina, Pabil, have a good life
>
> B. Traven

Hello, young spammers, wherever you are
You are such a pain in the ass.
All my despite goes out to you tonight,
You're brainless and evil and crass.

P.S. How much per posting do you get? More than those drips who ring
around? Well, you must be at a very low level on the evolutionary scale
to accept a job like that. Am I to pity you? Were you born in a slum,
some tent-village in India with raw sewage running through the place?
So, perhaps you cannot envisage your impact on a higher level; if so,
you're vermin, like the rats that brought plague to us.

Ed

Ed Cryer wrote:
> t400ec wrote:
>> Dee, Catharina, Pabil, have a good life
>>
>> B. Traven
>
> Hello, young spammers, wherever you are
> You are such a pain in the ass.
> All my despite goes out to you tonight,
> You're brainless and evil and crass.
>
> P.S. How much per posting do you get? More than those drips who ring
> around? Well, you must be at a very low level on the evolutionary scale
> to accept a job like that. Am I to pity you? Were you born in a slum,
> some tent-village in India with raw sewage running through the place?
> So, perhaps you cannot envisage your impact on a higher level; if so,
> you're vermin, like the rats that brought plague to us.
>
> Ed
>

All I can see
Is my own little world.
All I care for
Is my own little world.

Is it my fault
If I'm so damn inbred?
Or am I a human
With such things in my head?

************************

They're
Selling postcards
Of the hanging
They're painting
The passports brown
The beauty parlor
Is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes
The blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied
To the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad
They're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady
And I look out tonight
From Desolation Row.
(Bob Dylan)

*************

Ed

Ed Cryer wrote:
> Ed Cryer wrote:
>> t400ec wrote:
>>> Dee, Catharina, Pabil, have a good life
>>>
>>> B. Traven
>>
>> Hello, young spammers, wherever you are
>> You are such a pain in the ass.
>> All my despite goes out to you tonight,
>> You're brainless and evil and crass.
>>
>> P.S. How much per posting do you get? More than those drips who ring
>> around? Well, you must be at a very low level on the evolutionary
>> scale to accept a job like that. Am I to pity you? Were you born in a
>> slum, some tent-village in India with raw sewage running through the
>> place? So, perhaps you cannot envisage your impact on a higher level;
>> if so, you're vermin, like the rats that brought plague to us.
>>
>> Ed
>>
>
> All I can see
> Is my own little world.
> All I care for
> Is my own little world.
>
> Is it my fault
> If I'm so damn inbred?
> Or am I a human
> With such things in my head?
>
> ************************
>
> They're
> Selling postcards
> Of the hanging
> They're painting
> The passports brown
> The beauty parlor
> Is filled with sailors
> The circus is in town
> Here comes
> The blind commissioner
> They've got him in a trance
> One hand is tied
> To the tight-rope walker
> The other is in his pants
> And the riot squad
> They're restless
> They need somewhere to go
> As Lady
> And I look out tonight
> From Desolation Row.
> (Bob Dylan)
>
> *************
>
> Ed
>
>
>

Far from crazy pavements
The taste of silver spoons
A clinical arrangement
On a dirty afternoon.
Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud
Are rendered obsolete.
The legal term is "null and void"
In the case of Beasley Street.

In the cheap seats where murder breeds
Somebody is out of breath.
Sleep is a luxury they don't need
A sneak preview of death.
Belladonna is your flower
Manslaughter your meat;
Spend a year in a couple of hours
On the edge of Beasley Street.
(John Cooper Clarke)

Ed