It was the best of times and almost worst of times .
When they told me that I was going To lose both my feet .
Then I thought screw walking and bought a brand new jazzy scooter .
I mean why walk when you can drive?
Sure I could slow down on the eating.
But now I only have ten sides of fries with my fifty cheeseburgers and always wash it down with a diet coke .
Responsible living kicks ass much like Cuthulu.
Oh yeah and the Frat still sucks .
Cuthulu
Is the arch nemesis of the Frat which makes perfect sense publishing him being catering to spoiled ego mainiacs is what writing is all about .
Cuthulu enjoys over eating and destroying worlds and has been on a seven year quest to find his own dick.
His newest collection Cuthulu's poetry slash cook book is a collection of high cholesterol writes with pages that usally stick togather.
He has been published at a few magazines that usally fear him sitting on them.
And one that takes months to reply and largley sucks .
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BLACKBALLED by Cindy Rosmus
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Cuthulu...you have the right idea, walking is overrated, why worry about your stride...when you can ride.
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