:: The Fiendly Village Voice ::

:: Sunday, March 10, 2002 ::

hey. dum dum dum dum, the days roll by and the fiends scurry from thier tin homes to thier fiberglass cars and back. I sit here in awe of them just rolling along like lemmimgs towards the cliff of Ordinaryism {no not a real word...poetic license.} thinking that all is well and always will be. 911 seems to have been swept away efficiently from thier minds as fdisk wipes a hard drive. The lemmings are probably much more aware of thier surroundings than the fiends.
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