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Tread, tread, tread, starbits flecking from the tire tracks It's flying across the sea of grey My street The one where I fell my face carved that pavement Cut through that corner Like a hungry wolf Cuts it's teeth on the page Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, In your kitchen, with your bread the clean knives, the carving board which I love like that cup Pink butterfly, Ivory white background, Thump, thump, thump, That bass tap That constant beat Keyboard Drums Bass And one guitar You played once I'd love to hear you again Just one more time Thank you

Kingdom of Heaven The crusades were a set of holy wars promoted by the Pope Urban II as a way to reclaim the holy land. However, seen in the eyes of knights it was a way to claim glory and fame for themselves and generations to come. In the movie Kingdom of Heaven, nonetheless, Balian (Orlando Bloom) sets out to prove that true knighthood is judged by the quality of character and kindness, not by how many men you kill or how much glory and goods you plan to hoard. The movie starts out in France at the beginning of a crusade, where a man named Godfrey (Liam Neeson) is seeking out a blacksmith named Balian who he claims is his son. There act

Chapter 1 There once lived a family of 4. They were all turtles. Now, the thing is, they weren't only turtles, they were Italiano. They liked to eat Stromboli. And Ravioli. There lived a mama, papa, and 2 kids. One's name was Chnooks and one was Añtoñio. Añtoñio was rather…hard-core. He liked to be punk and goth chik at the same time! Oh Lordy mamas, now, THAT'S exciting! One day, 2 of his neighbors walked to his cul-de-sak to look at clouds. "Ah…look at clouds!" said Moomie. "Oh look! CHALK! Would white work?" Asked Blind-y, squinting vigorously. "That's bird poop retard." All of a sudden… BOOM BANG CRASH…"OW!" "Woa! Turtle's sk8b

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An interview with a package of M&M's. Spam-Er-hem!!!! Here we are, sitting in a beautiful field of daises in the warm, breezy state of Georgia. How are you feeling, Eminem? Eminem-Hmph! You flipping retard! We're stitting in a studio somewhere in a dumpy old parking lot! Don't you know anything? *mumbles to self* White people, honestly… Spam-*Grabs Eminem's arm* Shush! The readers can't tell that! EminemDAMN GURL!!! Don't you be rubbing any of yonder white cells on dis pure blackness! DIZZAM! Spam-Uh…err…this may not be appropriate to mention, but well, have you looked at your skin color lately? Eminem *Stands up, enraged* WHAD YOUS

An interview between Craig David and Special People magazine Spam-Howdy Doody! Was happening bro? Craig-Look at my butt! It's so big and pretty! It's won more awards than Jlo's keister! Spam-But…hers is the size of Jupiter! Craig-Yes, but mine is the size of Saturn's rings! Spam-Righty so! According to your profile, you believe in the God of Potatoes…Is this true? Craig-Fo Shizzle. Spam-Oh…praise you! *Bows down to Craig* Craig-Yeah, yeah dats it! No goes and gets me a Perrier! Now, foo! Spam-Yes, sir, your holiness! *Runs off and returns 10 minutes later, carrying a cranberry juice box) Craig-TOO LONG! TRAITOR! JUST IN CASE! S

Interview! Between Speciel People magazine and Pierce Bronsan! Spam-Welcome, welcome, welcome! I appreciate you coming in for this interview! Pierce-Interview? No, dear, this is a top secret mission! Spam-What? Ok, right...so...what is your name again? Pierce-*Stands up, cue dramatic music* Bond. James Bond. Spam-*Holds up paper* But...right here it says your name is P- Pierce-*Enraged, holds up a big shiney gun to Spam's head* DON'T CONTRADICT ME! Spam-Ok! Ok! Right, now, Mr.Bondso what is your occupation? Pierce-*Hesitantly puts gun away* I'm the inventor of the Mr.Potato Head! *Leans over and whispers in Spam's ear* Actually, I'm