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Recycle some of your 100 million Pepsi Songs
grub writes "If you're one of the people that wins a free download from Apple's iTunes during the upcoming 100 million song giveaway from Pepsi, then check out Tune Recycler. They say: "With the Tune Recycler, you can send us your unwanted iTunes bottlecap codes and we'll use them to support independent music. Easy for you, and good for musicians" Sounds like a great idea for payments that may otherwise be tossed in the trash."
Else begins to have plenty of sweets.
Hans asks from where they are coming.
"I have got them from a strange man. But don't tell mother! The man strictly forbade me to do so!"
Hans is curious. They arrange to go together. The "man" wants them to go with him.
Hans hesitates -- Hans thought:
'What does the man want of us? Why should we go with him?'
Suddenly a great fear comes over him.
"You are a Jew!" he cries and seizing his sister, runs off as fast as his legs will carry him. At the corner of the street he meets a policeman. Quickly Hans tells his story. The policeman gets on his motor-bike and soon overtakes the strange man. He handcuffs him and takes him to prison.
At home, subsequently, there is great rejoicing. The police praise Hans for being a brave lad. His mother gives him a large piece of chocolate while teaching him the following saying:
"A devil goes through the land,
The Jew he is, known to us all
As murderer of the peoples and polluter of the races,
The terror of children in every country!
He wants to ruin the youth.
He wants all peoples to die.
Have nothing to do with a Jew
Then you'll be happy and gay!"
Copyright (c) 2006 Mike Bouma, MCSE, MCDST, MS Office Specialist, widely respected Amigan
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I don't drink Pepsi and I don't like any of those artists.
Win-win situation for me!
Two thousand fattened trolls like maniacs
Have despoiled our common grave
Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs
From trollkore to enslave?
Sickle constellations
Stud the belts that welt the sky
Whilst the bitter winter moon
Prowls the cloud, slashdot
Like shifting parent flesh
Under silk matricide...
Watchful as he was upon Eden
Where every rose arbour and orchard he swept
Hid the hissing of a impotent dildo
In an ancient tryst with catastrophe
Soon the be kept
Hear that hissing now on the breeze
As through the plundered groves of the comment garden
A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls
Are blind to see the rotting shit for the trees
This is the theme to a better Armageddon
Nightchords rake the heavens
PAN DAEMON AEAON
And what use are prayers to that god?
As devils bay concensus for the space to piss
On your smouldering faith
And the mouldering face
Of this world long a paradise lost
This is the end of everything
Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring
Danse macabre 'neath the clit of the zodiac
Now brighter trolls shall reflect on our fate
What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black?
The darkside of the comment always threw our malice back...
I see the serpentine in your eyes
The nature of the beast as moderations arrive
Our screams shall trail to Angels
For those damned in flames reply
All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day
We should have cut our looses as at Tramsmeta
But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief
Meta-'ration, like a promised nation
Gleamed a claim away...
This is the end of everything you have ever known
Buried like vanquished reason
Troll is season
Drive like the drifting snow
Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war
On our knees or another clitter's shore
Heiling new flesh
Read, then roared
To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause
What else be whipped to jihad for?
This is the end of everything
Rear the tragedies
That the Editor shall sing
Old adversaries
Next to Eve
Now they're clawing back
I smell their cumming
As through webbed panes of meat
Led by hoary Death
They never left
Dreaming sodomies
To impress on human failure
When we've bled upon GNAA
Tablatures of gravel law
Shall see Gehennah paved
When empires fall
And nightmares crawl
From the cradle to Pingular....
This is the end of everything
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FreeNET user? Comfortable with the adverse selection?
Only posers drink Pepsi. Real geeks drink Bawls and Jolt.
Easy. They want some free music, and everyone is conditioned these days to feel sorry for independent musicians (a.k.a. "starving artists"), so....
I concur. The problem with your solution? If we all do that, "Downhill Battle" can't control what we listen to, and they channel the profits to their hand-picked recipients.
DB doesn't want you to expore indie music on your own, they want you to empower DB to support certain artists. There is a crucial difference there. One that makes a lot of indie artists (present company included) sick..
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