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Requiem for a Crackfiend
I remember when the Beginning of the End of Crackfiend was birthed - like a raging narwal out of the womb. The very possibility of this occurance faded into myth and was all but forgotten. Until, on this Twenty Second day of June, that bright, vibrant star faded into history forever. A black, vacuous hole now in our hearts where once was full of crack.
It seemed like our beloved Crackfiend would never die... but the dawning of a new age is upon us. The old world where we popped and frolicked so freely has been shed off like so much molted snakeskin.
Never again shall we bask in the warming glow of the Crackpipe as The Crackfiend spouts lunacy, hyperbole, and rouses our hearts with his stirring words of binges past and binges yet to come.
Never again shall his flailing be made so plain to see on the streets of the Downtown core. In His movements, He captured our hearts, intoxictated by His very essence and infamously badly rolled, yet still very potent, marijauna cigarettes.
Like an unstable wildebeast vexed to anger by the passing of the moon, so Crackfiend flailed in the harsh chemical glare of intelligent lazers and the dark pools of liquid night that were the eyes of the fetid Nammers praying to their Lord and Master.
Let Azim the Minstrel play us one last, long-lingering, ballad to lull us slowly into the lonely and blackened husk of a world without the one known as CRACKFIEND.
*doot* *doot* *doot* *dadoot* dadoot* *doot*
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Jun 22, 02
