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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through dA, Not a troll was stirring, nor Grinch in his sleigh. Deviations were hung in digital Galleries with care, In hopes that +Favourites soon would be there. The n00bs were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads. And Fella in his 'kerchief, and spyed (https://www.deviantart.com/spyed) with his night-light, Had just settled down to log-off for the night, When over in the Forums there arose such a clatter, Fella sprang back online to see what was the matter. To the browser window he flew like a flash, Tore open the tabs and refreshed the cache. When what to his art-loving ey

The perfect Dada: so we started to burn down the noise in a big grinder, the bongo drum was allright, so was the swien we drank the anti-music thoose popular sounds revoked from the radio regurgatating it self the bird flue just flew over the outsiders was insiders for once, fucking hell that is cricket for two, we just nerver know witch shoes to wear, the freaky ones or the queer ones, Jimi was low, loaded on booz and heroin, no good at all but we couldn´t abandon him uncle cage just turned 100 years of human years and space time, don´t tell us that we lie, because we belive in no truth, dada, dadaism or neheolitic stone age, I guess I woul