| From: | Juan Carlos Ochoa Mantilla <o9315490@******.UNIANDES.EDU.CO> |
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| Subject: | London's burning.. |
| Date: | Mon, 30 May 1994 12:29:03 -0400 |
VIDLOG *****ON*****
The churchtower never seemed to me the place where I'd hide in a war.
But here I am . Just this fragging G-12 'n me.I know i'm crying and i
know before I used ta feel them tears burnin' my cheeks,but now 'ts all
different , term , now I'm a slottin' troll , 'an not the lass you always
tried to catch alone after work behind Bennigan's.
So I've changed.Yeah. But before , I couldn't see the smoke lit up from
some many fires, I couldn't begin to find delicate musical cadences in
the chatter of an IWS minigun.
The SAS is storming Lamberth tonight.They's lookin' fer Greenwar cadres,
but it's all drek. They're clearing up the Meta population.Not very nice
for tourists , the Squeeze. They tend to dissapear and wind up in pieces
in some chopshop run by the Tongs.So let's get rid of those unsightly
orks and trolls and make some room for a few high -rises and fragging
golf-courts. Like we're gonna let 'em.
So I ain't the pretty girl ya used ta chase nomore.but frag it , now I
got a slottin' cause . No more hypocrisy , no more rat-race fer me.The
boardroom is way behind now. Here I belong.
And frag it, if ya show yer breeder-Ken face 'round here , I'll put so
much lead in it you'll implode. Love's gone , term.
