poetry and miscellaneous stuff by dimes, the blade blind man.
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roses are red,
forties are small,
lets go beat down whiteys kids,
at the local mall.

roses are red,
so is ff0000
i am a zine d00d.
not a netsex weirdo.

roses are red,
crack is white,
why does it always got to be racial.

my roses are black,
cause i'm so g0th,
this poem won't rhyme,
cause i gots mad angst.

roses are red,
irc is fun,
why does eerie,
always use EERIE-KUN. 

"if you ever feel yourself being overcome with angst. take two deep
breaths and impale yourself with the nearest blunt object repeatedly"

"when in doubt curl up in the fetal position and lye still till somebody
helps you or moves you"

A game:
if you know where the following song lyrics came from then mail
sdiamond@skidmore.edu.  they are two different songs and if you get them
you win nothing. absolutely nothing. think about it. do goth people with
MAD FUCKING ANGST JUST GIVE SHIT AWAY!?@
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"i'm the meanest man that ever had a brain,
all i've skattered is aches and pains,
i'm carbolic acid and a poison face,
and i stand flat footed in favor of crime and disgrace.
if i ever done a good deed i'm sorry of it"
...
"one night i heard mama and papa talk,
and i heard papa tell momma,
let that boy boogie-woogie"