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| <title>DHC</title> | |
| </head> | |
| <body link="#000000" vlink="#000000" alink="#000000"> | |
| <p align="center"><font size="7">[<a href="http://dhc2.cjb.net">DHC</a>]</font></p> | |
| <p align="center">(nemesystm)</p> | |
| <p align="center">If you kill one it's a tragedy, if you kill a million, it's a | |
| statistic.</p> | |
| <p align="center">ICQ#55155478</p> | |
| <p align="center"><a href="mailto:dhcorp1@hotmail.com">dhcorp1@hotmail.com</a></p> | |
| <p align="center">Admin: mail me and I'll tell you what's wrong</p> | |
| <p align="center">I think you need to go to the toilet, because you talk more | |
| shit then a five tonner taking a crap chap.</p> | |
| <p align="center">Life Through Juvenile Eyes. <br> | |
| Pain is my reality, <br> | |
| God is my enemy.<br> | |
| Fear is my fantasy,<br> | |
| Death is my destiny. <br> | |
| My mind is my escape, <br> | |
| Power is my ignorance,<br> | |
| Knowledge is my freedom. <br> | |
| Open your eyes and look within,<br> | |
| are you satisfied with the life your living?<br> | |
| Show me the dead stars,<br> | |
| all of them sing. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Cyber-Junky <br> | |
| The carrier is reached,<br> | |
| electronic pulses rush down a phone line.<br> | |
| Bits of data flashing accross a retina,<br> | |
| plugged into my mind. <br> | |
| Here I can be anyone I want to be. I am free. <br> | |
| My escape from the bustling nine-to-five townies.<br> | |
| My freedom, <br> | |
| from the harsh realities of a cruel world. <br> | |
| <br> | |
| Deep-Represion<br> | |
| The nights fall into days,<br> | |
| so many hours,<br> | |
| so little love. <br> | |
| Halusogenic realisation,<br> | |
| I am alone. <br> | |
| Narcotics delay the pain, <br> | |
| but just stengthen the sting. <br> | |
| Weak soul?<br> | |
| Maybe. </p> | |
| </body> | |
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