MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM
THE BLIZZARD CAPITOL
OF THE WORLD!

I am sitting here coughing up mucus and
thinking that we need a new THIS Megazine.
So here goes another attempt at madness or
something like that. I get phone calls all the
time. I answer the phone, and the gooseberry
hangs up. It is quite disturbing. I also get
phone calls from every missing-bird-dieing-on-
a-dirt-pile-save-us-not-yourself who says,
"Have you heard my dog?", which brings me to
wonder to myself, "If you say something that
some other twiny-twinkie that you don't know
said, can they sue you for saying it?" Who is to
say that any of them wear my size roast beef
or tripe anyway? Don't get me wrong. I think
it's great that bluebirds want to help other
swallows, but I don't see anyone helping to
reduce the rate of sueage toward the normal-
egg-white-cake-working-our-suntans-off-just-t
o-get-laid. I would like to take a tea and
biscuit break sometime too and just sit on my
birdhouse while quails give me worms to suck
on. I think we should all take tums. And if
anyone out there is taking me seriously, please
go see a psychiatrist.
For all you lucky ones who actually receive
THIS issue, you either responded to our pleas
from the last issue, or we found huge
sympathy in our hearts to send THIS to you.
Consider yourself lucky. Every year thousands
are disrupted from our list because they failed
to fart. We know that every one that receives
THIS does fart regularly. And if you don't,
then you better start. It is good for you.
Now sit back and read THIS from cover to
cover. You never know when the fun might
stop and all you will be left with is a sack of
poo. GO ON!
FEVERISH SPINELY SHINCTER IN MY MIND SPEWS
Date Rape, Gay Bash
The Color of our shirts
I.R.A., the P.L.O.
The color of our souls: how many dollars does it take to start a
war
New Waves New Age, Anothers New World Order
Put em down there all around creating all this disorder

this one that on: We All have one
A symbol of our discontent
Cool stuff Rules the day.
John Colgan 04457-003


I was born in the summer of love
to a world created by the powers above
they gave me the future but not the key
bound me up in chains and set me free
I was educated in the finest schools
There they taught me that money rules
Its not what you do but how much you make
lie and cheat, deceive and take
they gave me a world full of violence and hate
and told me to wait for my nuclear fate
I can't sit back an' let 'em fuck with my life
life ifs for living not for strife
I'm not complacent an' I can't sit still
cause if we don't change things nobody will
Now its your turn to open your eyes
see past the corruption, and vicious lies
this is no game your life is at stake
silence now, will be your biggest mistake
the time is now, this world must change
not to destroy, but to rearrange
Lets make this world a better place
for every religion, color an' race
this is our future, together we're the key
Rip off the chains an' set yourself free
I was born in the summer of love
Micky


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