    Welcome to Nittaku by Donald, scroll by "Hinky my man!" 
    Hello Punks! I'm sitting in my room watching "Darkman" and
loading my homemade gun. I'm using more powder this time to really
blow that bird's head clean off. The last shot only its right
wing and foot. You think that's cruel? You should see the TV.
A nigger is getting his fingers cut off by a man with a cigarcutter.
He looks kin of funny, beause his head turns almost square! And
the rest af the film is just as swell. While I got to go now,
Skinny Puppy will fill on the text:   Story eye 33.3 the speed
rotates black vinyl circles under eyes never closing a rewritten.
Is it done? Fuck you. Around circles 33.3 Close to melting above
all freezing just to realize how really hot everyone had become.
Disillusioned I burn well 33.3 the speed of things. Really? How
the drum's pound. Loud concussions welts on scars to battle old
general's theme. Divide and conqur 33.3   The third person existing
within two within one so pitifully amputated reaching out. Farther
back guesses that the drum's sound rich as the svory tooth-like
sticks that beat it.  Closer to the edge, that so subliminal.
Shredded tandons seeks the hand, no longer there, to teed the
mouth 33.3   Heat melts the glass house still broken. Hotter
cracks in rotating spitting toxins taught to destroy.  A balance
rotates farther changing, directs and wins.   Catch visions blurred...
        Quite a mess, or?         (I (Mahoney) got this text
on a piece of paper, the rest of the text follows in glue master's
tune "Muppenkorva".     Have a great day!)          