Item 601
HEAVENLY
Handwritten text on a plain white piece of paper alongside three individual paper squares with numbers drawn on them.
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My personal 6 0 1
HEAVENLY
by Tom Jense
I have an agenda
Pamplet of propaganda
It's a real mind bender
Why I'd [crossed out: rather] cure [crossed out: stupid] cancer
If you're ever watched Jerry Springer
[crossed out: and] you should have your answer
There's no way Miley Cyrus should be a singer
Though she can [crossed out: sing] be a dancer
climb my pole and
put down those toxins that keep making you ill
Pick up a hot stripper and her friend named Jill
Ask them what they'd do for a handful of bills
If the answer is you then go and get your fill
With this advice in mind
Let's have ourselves a good time
Well the speakers are blaring
As weaker men are swearing
While critioers are [crossed out: staring] comparing
And meat seekers keep staring
Since only sneakers I'm wearing
'Cause streakers are daring
'Course those silly tweekers not caring
'Bout what their fellow Freakers are sharing
So with no fears and no flaws
She bowed to their applause
Up on the pedestal
That's where she was
Though she wasn't there for her gold medal
She was there for her bust
With those 36C's
Looking lovingly [crossed out: back] at me
my eyes teared up a little
I felt my knees get weak
I was thinking to myself
There's a motel [crossed out: right] down the street
Hey babe, we could play KKK
Make the room get dark then hide beneath the sheets
I asked "wouldn't that be neat?"
And She said "sweet!"
I just couldn't wait
For our thighs to meet
And her legs to part
like I'm Moses in the Red Sea
Oh, oh no baby... how 'bout I call you next week
[arrow pointing to text] (If you know what that's clean)
[margin note] (when there's no strings attached!)
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HEAVENLY
by Tom Jense
I have an agenda
My Personal Pamplet of propaganda
to some It's a real mind bender over
Why I'd [crossed out] cure stupid [crossed out] cancer
If you've ever watched Jerry Springer
[crossed out] you [crossed out] should have your answer
There's no way Miley Cyrus should be a singer
Though she can [crossed out] be a dancer
climb my pole and
Put down those toxins that keep making you ill
Pick up a hot stripper and her friend named Jill
Ask them what they'd do for a handful of bills
If the answer is you then go and get your fill
With this advice in mind
ourselves
[crossed out] Let's have a good time
Well the speakers are blaring
As weaker men are swearing
While critiovers are [crossed out] comparing
And meat seekers keep staring
Since only sneakers I'm wearing
'cause sneakers are daring
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be a dance
climb my pole and
Put down those toxins that keep making you ill
Pick up a hot stripper and her friend named Jil
Ask them what they'd do for a handful of bills
If the answer is you then go and get your fills
With this advice in mind
ourselves Let's have a good time
Well the speakers are blaring
As weaker men are swearing
While critiquers are [crossed out: dreaming] comparing
And meat seekers keep staring
Since only sneakers I'm wearing
'Cause streakers are daring
'Course those silly tweekers not caring
'Bout what their fellow Freakers are sharing
So with no fears and no flaws
She bowed to their applause
Up on the pedestal
That's where she was
Though she wasn't there for her gold medal
She was there for her bust
With those 36 C's
Looking lovingly [crossed out: right] back at me
My eyes teared up a little
I felt my knees get weak
I was thinking to myself
There's a motel [crossed out: right] down the street
Hey babe, we could play kkk
Make the room get dark then hide beneath the sheets
I asked "Wouldn't that be neat?"
And she said "sweet!"
I just couldn't wait
For our thoughts to meet
And her legs to part
Like I'm Moses [crossed out: in] the Red Sea /
(In the margin:)
If you know what I mean (that's it)
when there's no strings attached!
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[Far left column, oriented sideways:]
with this advice in mind
let's have a good time
you then go and get your fill
[Main body, oriented sideways:]
Well the speakers are blaring
As weaker men are swearing
And meat seekers keep staring
Since only sneakers im wearing
'Cause those silly tweekers not caring
'Bout what their fellow Freakers are sharing
So with no fears and no flaws
She bowed to their applause
Up on the pedestal
That's where she was
Though she wasn't there for her gold medal
She was there for her bust
With those 36 C's
Looking lovingly [crossed out: ] back at me
my eyes teared up a little
I felt my knees get weak
I was thinking to myself
There's a motel [crossed out: ] right down the street
Hey babe, we could play KIK
Make the room get dark then hide beneath the sheets
I asked "wouldn't that be neat?"
And she said "sweet"
I just couldn't wait
For our thighs to meet
And her legs to part
Like I'm Moses [crossed out: ] in the Red Sea
oh, oh no baby... how 'bout I call you next week
[Annotations in the right margin, encircled:]
If you
know what I
mean (that's the clean)
[Top right, small handwriting:]
when there's
ah - no strings
attached!
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She bowed to their applause
That's where she was
Though she wasn't there for her gold medal
She was there for her bust
With those 36 C's
Looking lovingly back at me
My eyes teared up a little
I felt my knees get weak
I was thinking to myself
There's a motel down the street
Hey babe, we could play KKK
Make the room get dark then hide beneath the sheets
I asked "Wouldn't that be neat?"
I just couldn't wait
For our thighs to meet
And her legs to part
Like I'm Moses in the Red Sea
Oh, oh no baby... how 'bout I call you next week
[An arrow points to the previous line with the text: "If you know what I mean (that sh*t be clean)"]
[In the margin next to the last line: "oh - no strings attached!"]