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$$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #999
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "THE MADCAP LAUGHS"
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$$ $$ "TssT" "TssT"
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COUNT YONDER CLOCKS THAT TICK THE HANDS OF TIME
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tickety tockty sickity sockety slappery-doo sippery simperer sooie
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tired of all my lies being made public, he said, and I could only
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nod in response. Had only someone told Mister Jarett Kobek that the
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world was not prepared for those without a non-discloser policy, perhaps
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the crucifixion would have happened later than sooner. There were 18
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before Christ and 1 after, and the last was the last, and his name was
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Kobek and the Pharisees and the Saducees did fear him as they feared God.
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For they knew he was not of God, but something bigger.
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THE HONESTY POLICY: and he didn't mean that the divine unity and
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st. sophia, ah st. sophia, he didn't mean that you gave out a thousand
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little disbursements of the bawdy details of your life, no, that could
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never be considered honesty, but rather a form of decadent self-deception;
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no, the honesty he brought was that in your face ruthless persecution of
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your human flaws. YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE IN LOVE but he told you it would
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be over by next summer; and was he ever right? 1 + 3 = 4 times a lady.
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What all the whores propound to have, but none really do. It's alright
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to push it so far push it so far up and in but the cervix is the end; but
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ah, this is why the Pharisees fled; he knew how to move INTO the cervix,
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bringing cancer and death at both hands: AND BEHOLD I SAW DEATH AND HE
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ROAD A PALE HORSE AND HELL FOLLOWED WITH HIM; verily, I did say, Here was
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the edited version of the new testament, not that it necessarily means
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anything to the likes of you:
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JOHN
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EPISTLES OF PAUL
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ACTS (with caveat introduction)
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It ever shall be hard for you to kick against the pricks.
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They burned brands of your heart
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into cattle
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in the heartland
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I o
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a m t u
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w V t I HAVE TRIED TO RECREATE HER HEART
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h t BUT EVEN IN THIS I AM A SICKENING
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a c FAILURE
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u r
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Okay, so here's the thing, my life fucking sucks. plain and simple. And
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I'm not just bitching. It really does suck.
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THE HI-BIT HO-DOWN
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8 yrs old - raped.
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12 yrs old - raped again! c'est la vie!
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14 yrs old - first true to life sexual experience
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14-present age (201) - living with the stereotypical female nympho
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okay, got that out! Now, understand, even with this bullshit that
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happened in the BEG-inning of my life, I'm not upset at that (?) or the
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fact that it happened or my inability to properly use pronouns. I may-BE
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a bit sad at times that my innocents, all those wonderful jewish
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innocents, wasn't mine to give, but now as I see it I'm a lot stronger
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and less literate.
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After my first experience when I was 14, I started craving sex. not like
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you crave a candy bar or a mainline shot of dope, but a craving like i
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had never felt before. like it controlled my life. drove me to insanity a
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time or two... seriously i thought my mom was gonna put me in the ol'
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sanitarium once. but anyways, as I said it drove me. and before i knew
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it, i was classified as a "SLUT" or "WHORE." and it just made laugh. Like
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Mike Muir. well not in the beg-inning. i cried until it hurt to cry, then
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i lost my ability to feel pain. people are mean. thats all there is to
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it, you get pas that, and you get past just bout anything. EXCEPT YOUR
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FUCKING RAPES, YOU STUPID JACKASS.
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well i have had a lot of partners, and i guess now, if i looked back i
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was a slut. but i was always protected, even when i conceived my son.
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whom now is 3 yrs old. Yes, this curse will perpetuate indefinitely and
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it will cost AIDS 50% of his salary in my welfare checks. Also defense
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budget. i was 16 a the time of his birth. and it was hell. but again, i
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am off the subject i'm trying to get out here.
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i don't get where people get off being so high and mighty. classifying
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everyone and everything that they aren't like they were darwin. if
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fucking pisses me off. god, if they only knew what it was like to be in
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my shoes once. when i was lil' and ignorant of what was happening to me.
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i think that that was what really has the biggest impact on my life, i
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mean, i didn't care about sex as an intimate thing between two people who
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cared about each other, it was a drug. something i just had to get. i was
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a 15 year old boy.
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why should any have to deal with this pain? how can i laugh tomorrow when
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i can't even smile today? why should people be able to get away with this
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torture? now you know my life story. well my life sucks. plain and
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simple. and if you don't agree, eat me. i want it bad. i live in this
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hell, the hell others created for me. I call this hell "earth".
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WHAT IS THE OBJECTIVE LESSON OF THIS FILE?
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YOU FUCKING NEED THERAPY, YOU DUMB BITCH
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GET INTO IT
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AND STOP HAVING CHILDREN
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I DON'T EVEN WANT TO PAY FOR MY OWN
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LET ALONE YOURS
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How did I meet you? I don't know! A messenger sent me in a tropical
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storm.
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THE MAGICAL MYSTICAL ART
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of surrealism
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or
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THE HOE FILE "LIFE" by LIL' TAZ (#905)
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as perceived as the GUNS N FUCKING ROSES
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SONG
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"rocket queen"
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After my first experience when i was 14, i started craving sex.
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not like you crave a candy bar or a cigarette, but a craving like i had
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never felt before. like it controlled my life. drove me to insanity a
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time or two... seriously i thought my mom was gonna put me in a mental
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ward once. but anyways, as i said it drove me. and before i knew it, i
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was classified as a "SLUT" or "WHORE." and it just made me laugh.
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If I say I don't need anyone
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I can say these things to you
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'cause
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I can turn on anyone
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Just like I've turned on you
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I've got a tongue like a razor
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A sweet switchblade knife
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And I can do you favors
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But then you'll do whatever I like
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well i have had a lot of partners, and i guess now, if i looked
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back i was a slut. but i was always protected, even when i conceived my
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son. whom now is 3 yrs old. i was 16 at the time of his birth. and it was
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hell. but again, i am off the subject I'm trying to get out here.
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Here I am
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And you're a Rocket Queen
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I might be a little young
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But Honey I ain't naive
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i don't get where people get off being so high and mighty.
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classifying everyone and everything that they aren't. it fucking pisses
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me off. god, if they only knew what it was like to be in my shoes once.
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when i was lil' and ignorant of what was happening to me.
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Here I am
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And you're a Rocket Queen oh yeah
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I might be too much
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But honey you're a bit obscene
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i think that that was what really has the biggest impact on my
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life, i mean, i didn't care about sex as an intimate thing between two
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people who cared about each other, it was a drug. something i just had to
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get.
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i always want to be different, try to be at all times. and so when
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people criticize me now, i laugh. its funny to me to be called a slut. i
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mean, my normal remark is, "yer just jealous cause your not getting as
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much as i am.
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I've seen everything imaginable
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Pass before these eyes
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I've had everything that's tangible
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Honey you'd be surprised
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I'm a sexual innuendo
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In this burned out paradise
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If you turn me on to anything
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You better turn me on tonight
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and then sometimes, i still go home lock myself in my room and cry.
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I see you standin'
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Standin' on your own
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It's such a lonely place for you
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For you to be
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If you need a shoulder
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Or if you need a friend
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I'll be here standing
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Until the bitter end
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why should anyone have to deal with this pain? why should people
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be able to get away with this torture? now you know my life story. well
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my life sucks. plain and simple. if you don't agree, eat me. i live in
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this hell, the hell others created for me.
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No one needs the sorrow
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No one needs the pain
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I hate to see you
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Walking out there
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Out in the rain
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So don't chastise me
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Or think I, I mean you harm
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Of those that take you
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Leave you strung out
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Much too far
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Baby-yeah
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uh, superfluous lyrics that not lend themselves to my cause:
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Don't ever leave me
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Say you'll always be there
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All I ever wanted
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Was for you
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To know that I care
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NEW GUNS in '00!!!!!!! YEAH FUCK YEAH!!!!!!! FUCK YEAH LIVE YOUR LIFE
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LIKE IT WAS A COMA!!!!! HAHAHAH!!!!! WHAT'S UP MOTHERFUCKERS?!
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welcome to the guns n' fuckin roses newsletter NUMBER ONE!!! AHAHAH!!
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this is the text file group about fuckin' doin what's right, ROCKIN' AND
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FUCKIN' ROLLIN' UNTIL YOUR HEADS FALL THE FUCK OFF!!! AHAHAHA!!!! we have
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ONLY one rule and thats: NO PUSSIES!!!! THAT MEANS YOU JAMESY YOU
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FUCKIN NIGGER-LOVER!!!! FUCK YOU!!! YOU THINK WE GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR
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BULLSHIT LIES?!! EAT SHIT, FAGGOT!
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YEAH! listen this motherfuckin textfile group COMIN' ATCHA is no
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fuckin' joke!! we want all you fuckin' pussies out there to know that
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your time has fuckin' come!!! you hear that, JAMESY, YOU SHIT-TALKING
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ASS-SUCKING PANSY!!! it's about time you fuckin' got WHAT'S COMING TO
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YA!!! AAHAHAHAH!!! YEAH MOTHERFUCKER! just never show your face around
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us real rock n' rollin' motherfuckers or i guarantee you you will get
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your fuckin' ass kicked!!! we don't take excuses from nigger-lovers,
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ASSHOLE!
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OK!! ROCK THE FUCK ON!!!!
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I DON'T THINK I EVER WANNA COME BACK TO THIS WORLD AGAIN / take me away
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from this modern world / I AM AXL ROSE WE ARE ALL AXL ROSE NIKE
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ENDORSEMENT DAN BEN SPAZZING SWOOSH BABY SWOOOSH YEAH CAITLIN LISTENING
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TO MP3S IT's THE TOURE TO END ALL TORURE I CAN'T HELP IT HELP I AM LOS IN
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THIS SEA HELP HELP HELP HEP HELP HELP HEP CATS DANCE ON MY HEAD ON MY
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FLOOR FUCKING GETTING BUSY ON MY COUCH
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WHAT WAS BUGS' MISTAKE?
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(see below)
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Bugs' mistake was meeting the Brown Detective Agency alone.
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Sally held Bugs down and sodomized him with a power drill. By the
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time she had worked her way up to the three-eighths-inch bit, Bugs was in
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a talkative mood. Encyclopedia Brown elicited the appropriate confession
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and obtained a full refund for the other kids. Sometimes, not having a
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shred of evidence is no obstacle for a real sleuth.
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Encyclopedia Brown does it again!
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THERE'S A CIVIL WAR GOING ON IN KOBEK'S BODY RIGHT WHO'S MORE RACIST
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T-CELLS OR HIV VIRUS? T-CELLS CUZ T-CSELLS HATE T-CELLS TOO! THERE'S SOME
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SHIT GOING ON WITH JARETT'S BODY1 THERE'S A CIVILKW AR GOING IN KOBEK'S
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BODY RIGHT NOW THERE'S T-CELLS AND THE HIV VIRUS CAN'T OPEN A DISCO
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WITHOUT IT CLOSING IN 3 WEEKS CAN'T GO SEE A MOVIE THE FIRST WEEK IT
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OPENS WHY? HIV SHOOTING UP THE SCREEN WHAT KIND OF IGNORANT ASS SHIT IS
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THIS?
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There are 5 messages in this issue.
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Topics in today's digest:
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1. Vids
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From: turnbuis@dcs.gla.ac.uk
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2. re: vids
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From: mark@mpaa.freeserve.co.uk
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3. Re: Vids
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From: "Mark Coyle" <mark.coyle@btinternet.com>
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4. Re: Vids
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From: "Mark Aldridge" <mark@mpaa.freeserve.co.uk>
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5. Re: Vids
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From: "Mark Coyle" <mark.coyle@btinternet.com>
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________________________________________________________________________
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Message: 1
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Date: 29 Nov 1999 10:43:46 -0000
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From: turnbuis@dcs.gla.ac.uk
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Subject: Vids
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Hello Wicker men and women
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I joined this community thing last night and sent a message but it didn't
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seem to be posted. So I have sent it again.
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There was a copy of a 101 min cut video of TWM available at Amazon
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yesterday for $49 which is circa M-#27.
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I heard about the WM originally from a Cockney friend who did
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impersonations of Edward Woodward's Scottish accent A few months later I
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saw the documentary and then Channel 4 showed the film.
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At the time I was in my final year of a Politics degree at Glasgow
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University and was reading Nietzsche and studying fascism, the film
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fitted right into those theories of religion and also I found parallels
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between Lord Summerisle and the charismatic leaders of cults etc. it was
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these theories that the likes of Hitler based their style of leadership
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etc. I won't bore you with all this crap, but TWM has to be the most
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thought provoking and intelligently scripted film I have ever seen. They
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should be showing it in schools!
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I wish I had known about that showing in Falkirk earlier as I would have
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gone.
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Public Health Warning:
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I am now about to ask the VIDEO QUESTION.
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I have only seen the bastardized butchered cut, and would understandably
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like to see the full version which acc. to a website offers much more
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character and story...
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The information I have got so far is out of date. I know it's boring and
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you all probably know the answer, but could someone clear it up for me...
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has the full 104 version been released as a video in the UK over the last
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18 months?
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I remember seeing posters for Tower records advertising a release of TWM
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on hoardings in the Glasgow Subway, the vid cover was light blue and had
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a pic of the blazing wicker man and Britt Ekland's face horizontally
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across the bottom. I have been knocking my pan out going round shops
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looking for a copy all I can find is the Terror something release in a
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dark cover. I'd imagine one of you might have the edition I'm talking
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about, if so could you please put me out of my misery and tell me which
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version it is.
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Message: 2
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Date: 29 Nov 1999 11:39:38 -0000
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From: mark@mpaa.freeserve.co.uk
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Subject: re: vids
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Forgive me for not replying directly, but I am not reading this from home.
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OK, the situation with the video is that there has been no re-release in
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the UK. The cover that you mention sounds like the most recent US home
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video release. The only copy that has ever been available on video over
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here is the butchered 87 m print.
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The only times that the 102m print has ever been seen is in the two mid
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1980s home video releases in the USA, on the Magnum and Media labels.
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These are both n ow deleted, but the Magnum release regularly turns up on
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Ebay - http://www.ebay .com
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The 102m print is being very elusive, and it appears (correct me if I'm
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wrong Allan) that there has only been one copy of this long print in
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existence since its release. IRC it was found in one of the proposed
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American distributors' offi ce - Roger Corman? I'm not entirely sure.
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Regardless, this print isn't actually very good (all horrible and
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yellow), but worse than that the Master Tape appears to have gone
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walkabouts. This means that the only existing copies may well be the VHS
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ones. Which would be very sad.
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Luckily, prints of the 95m version *do* exist on videotape, and this is
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the versi on that was shown on Moviedrome and Sky Movies Gold. The print
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shown on Channel Four is the 87m one. It's worth noting for those who
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haven't bothered to record this though that it is an exceptional good
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print.
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AFAIK, no plans for a re-release in either the cinemas or on video (the
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87m video is now technically deleted either side of the pacific, BTW)
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Like I said, correct me if I'm wrong, Allan.
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Mark
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Message: 3
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Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1999 18:48:11 -0000
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From: "Mark Coyle" <mark.coyle@btinternet.com>
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Subject: Re: Vids
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Hi.
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> I joined this community thing last night and sent a message
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> but it didn't seem to be posted. So I have sent it again.
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I got a 102 minute version from Luminus video which claims to be a Warner
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Home video (UK) version and has a Warner sleeve with 102 Minutes as the
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length. It is the full 102 version (I had a dup of the limited US
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release and compared).. The "warner original" is obviously a very good
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quality duplicate, I think anyway. That may be your best way to get it.
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It came like any other original, full box and colour sleeve, this has The
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Wicker Man and Edward Woodward's face on the sleeve. Lumin us still sell
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it I think.
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> The information I have got so far is out of date. I know it's boring an you
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> all probably know the answer, but could someone clear it up for me...
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> has the full 104 version been released as a video in the UK over the last
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> 18 months?
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No. Not to my knowledge.
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cheers
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mark
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__________________________________________________________________________
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Message: 4
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Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1999 22:08:51 -0000
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From: "Mark Aldridge" <mark@mpaa.freeserve.co.uk>
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Subject: Re: Vids
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I have never heard of this tape, and am totally confused! Who is Luminus
|
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and where did you actually get the tape from - as in country and store?
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Mark
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a story: the day the end will world
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It already happened. I knew it was all over when
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Mogel said, "Hey, Jarett, you know, Poppy Z. Brite wrote for cDc." So I
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went and looked and oh god, it was a post-mortem love letter to william s
|
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burroughs and I just wanted to bring the whole world crashing down on my
|
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shoulders, because clearly atlas had SHRUGGED! It was all over then all
|
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of it all the pussy and perversion and preternatual paternity suits... It
|
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was all over then. My grandfother sold manhattan to the white man. I am
|
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so hot for it i am so hot for it. Please save me. Pelase please save me
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from myself! I CAN"T SAVE OU! I CAN"T EVEN SAVE MYSELF! AH GOD I RETURN
|
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TO CAILTIN'S Mp3 COLLECTION AGAIN! AHHH IN THE MIDDLE AGES THIS WOULD
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HAVE BEEN WORSE THAN THE RACK!!! AHHHHHHHH
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SEX IS SOMETHING EVERYBODY NEEDS I KNOW ALL THE TIME FELLAS IT'S HARD TO
|
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USE A TROJAN JIMMY CAN'T BREATH EVERYBODY WANTS EVERYBODY LOVES EVERBODY
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NEEDS FEEL ALL CLOSED IN
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HAhahah if I were the sort of fellow who cared to tell,
|
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what stories there would be... You'd be shocked, but I can't bring myself
|
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to do it, for a variety of reasons, but mostly because I'm too polite.
|
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An angry debate has erupted in France over the increasingly
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|
|
negative reviews being delivered to French films by local critics. As
|
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reported by a Paris-based correspondent for the London Sunday Times, the
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||
|
|
debate reached its peak last week when director Patrice Leconte proposed
|
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that negative reviews be banned until audiences have a chance to make up
|
||
|
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their own minds about new releases. In addition, a manifesto published by
|
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|
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a group of French film devotees declared that French critics were
|
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|
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experiencing a "crisis of intelligence and competence" and concluded: "We
|
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|
have everything to lose if the critics treat us this way, and the
|
||
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Americans have everything to gain." Critics shot back that if the
|
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filmmakers (who are largely state supported) made watchable films, they
|
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|
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would not be attracting negative reviews. The debate occurred during a
|
||
|
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week when Disney's Tarzan set a record for the biggest opening-day take
|
||
|
|
in French history. Commented the Sunday Times correspondent: "Given the
|
||
|
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choice of a Disney movie and a homegrown selection of dreary meditations
|
||
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on unhappy families and bad sex, French film-goers voted with their
|
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eyeballs."
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Bills for the Spring 2000 semester will be mailed beginning December 6,
|
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|
|
1999. Please verify that your address is correct by checking on "Albert".
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This will ensure the receipt of your spring registration bill.
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PLEASE VERIFY THAT YOUR SOUL IS ON TOP OF THE SOUL MENDING GAME /
|
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I WON'T TAKE ANY BLAME / when I write poetry and I need to emphasize
|
||
|
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words, I have come upon the amazing idea / I will just capitalize my
|
||
|
|
words / LIKE THIS / See? / Why did you have to come into MY BEDROOM at
|
||
|
|
night, FATHER? / Why did you have to PENETRATE ME? / I was your LITTLE
|
||
|
|
GIRL and you ABUSED me / I don't want to DIE tonight
|
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|
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LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS
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|
||
|
|
I always remember seeing the bumper sticker on the tractor and I
|
||
|
|
wondered then and I wonder now if hirohito knew that I would drive it
|
||
|
|
over him as I did. THE
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|
||
|
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THE ACTUALITY OF YOUR OWN EXISTENCE: the secrets of their lives is
|
||
|
|
S-E-sssh! FIVE WACKY PROLETARIAT ENGLISH IDIOTS! S-E-echz LIVING THE
|
||
|
|
BIOSPHERE won't you come around here? Won't you blow your bubbles here?
|
||
|
|
Saved saved we're all saved from something but was there ever a present
|
||
|
|
danger in the first place? Lord, I don't know. THE SECRET OF THEIR LIVES
|
||
|
|
IS S-E-X. I can smell the v.d. in the club tonight. You turn my heart on.
|
||
|
|
Can't you feel it rhythmically beating to the pounding of my erection?
|
||
|
|
PULSE PULSE BEAT BEAT I wanna come all over you BABY, and when I CUMMMMM,
|
||
|
|
my CUMMMM will the the elixir of life that Ponce de Leon and Polly Jean
|
||
|
|
Harvey sought for all of time. We've all become WILHEM REICH in our young
|
||
|
|
age.. THE SECRETS OF THEIR LIVES IS S-E- Talk to me about all those men
|
||
|
|
you were with, and oh, let's not forget all my ladies; now that we've
|
||
|
|
discussed the pussy and the dick, which always are and always have been
|
||
|
|
and always will be, now that we've discussed the ORGASM: we're all part
|
||
|
|
of the club. THE HUMAN CIRCUS OF SEX. Yes, climb aboard. I know you need
|
||
|
|
to talk to me about getting sucked off, JUST ONCE MORE; I know you need
|
||
|
|
to tell me about how he fucks like a pimp, AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. The
|
||
|
|
monotony of lust never ends... We keep it real. REAL STUPID. THE SECRET
|
||
|
|
OF THEIR LIVES IS S-E- hex. How many more times, God? How many more times
|
||
|
|
do I have to be in on the joke? The joke that is the merging of flesh
|
||
|
|
into some Aristophanic being. THE JOKE OF WHICH I'M ALWAYS THE PUNCH
|
||
|
|
LINE. I wish I could be a little less sensitive to the shit, but I can't.
|
||
|
|
The worst is how /boring/ it really is. I could see suffr'ing through it
|
||
|
|
all if it was interesting, if it was somehow funny, or anything, but it
|
||
|
|
isn't. It's over and done with. The joke has ceased to be amusing. You
|
||
|
|
can't impress or shock. I was fucking Grecian boys before you were a mote
|
||
|
|
in God's eye, and I was red socking their /legs/. What? Don't you get it?
|
||
|
|
Probably not.
|
||
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|
||
|
|
You're all amateurs. Remember that the next time you go to talk to
|
||
|
|
me about your multitudinous orgasms. You're bad at sex; you're an
|
||
|
|
amateur. And all the children cried on blackberry lane.
|
||
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|
||
|
|
In nomine Patres, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.
|
||
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|
||
|
|
"HAHAHAH REMEMBER WHEN YOU FUCKED THAT GIRL?"
|
||
|
|
'HAHAHAHA OH NO MAN HAHAHAH NO DON'T SAY THAT! NOT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE!"
|
||
|
|
"HAHAHAH REMEMBER HOW YOU SAID HER PUSSY WAS SHAPED LIKE A..."
|
||
|
|
"NO!!!!!"
|
||
|
|
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAN WHY NOT?"
|
||
|
|
"HAHAHHAHAHAAHAHA CUZ MAN I DON'T WANT HER TO KNOW MAN! HAHAHAHA DON'T
|
||
|
|
SAY IT FRONT OF HER MAN! AHHAHAAH! BABY UH DON'T PAY ATTENTION BABY!
|
||
|
|
HAHAHAH IT'S JUST YOU KNOW HAHAHA A SEX STORY! AHAHHAAH OH MY GOD SEX!!!
|
||
|
|
1HAHAHA IT'S FO FUNNY !!! JESUS CHRIST!!! MY DICK WAS IN HER MOUTh!!!
|
||
|
|
HAHAHAHAH OH MY GOD, BABY, MY DICK HAS BEEN IN YOUR MOUTH! HAHAHAHHAHAAH
|
||
|
|
OH SHIT IT'S SO FUNNY AHAHAHAHAH OH GOD I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING HAHAHAHAHA
|
||
|
|
OH FUCK IT'S SEX HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH SHIT SEX AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA SEX
|
||
|
|
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA SEX AHAHAHAHAHHAHA SEX AHAHAHAHAHHAHA VAMPRIE BAT BITE
|
||
|
|
SEX AHHAHAHAHAHAHA OH JESUS LORD IN HEAVEN ABOVE AHAHAHHAHAH SEX AHAHHAAHHA
|
||
|
|
ORAL SEX AHHAHAHAHAHA DICK SUCKING HAHAHAHAHA PUSSY EASTING HAHAHAHAHAH
|
||
|
|
AMY SEXUAL EXPERIENCE IS THE VALIDATION FO THE FACT THAT I HAVE /SEEN/
|
||
|
|
THE DARK UNDERCURRENT OF LIFE HAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD HAHAHHAHAHAHA I CAN'T
|
||
|
|
STOP LAUGHING AHAHAHHA IT'S A PERFECT DAY.... FOR SEX!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA
|
||
|
|
CAN'T YOU HEAR MY DRUM MACHINES BEATING TO THE RHYTHM OF SEX?
|
||
|
|
AHHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD AND THEN I CAME HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! OH GOD!!!
|
||
|
|
HAHAHAHAHA SEX!11! HAHAHAHAHA JESUS CHRIST SEX!!11 AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAH OH
|
||
|
|
LORD IT'S SEX IT'S SEX CAN'T STOP LAUGHING ABOUT SEX!!! HAHAHAH ALOOOK!
|
||
|
|
!!! IT'S SO SCANDALOUS THAT I SAID SEX!!! HAHAHAHA THAT'S FUNNY TOO!!1!
|
||
|
|
WOW THE WHOLE HUMAN REPRODUCTIVE SYSTEM IS THE FUNNIEST JOKE I EVER
|
||
|
|
HEARD!! HAHAHAHA! PLUS IT MANES I CAN VALIDATE MY EXISTENCE LIKE A PARKING
|
||
|
|
STAMPED TICKET HAHAHAHAHAHA OH LORD HAHAHAHHAHA I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING
|
||
|
|
ABOUT SEX!!!! I'M LIKE ROBERT PLANT!! !I CAN'T STOP TALKING ABOUT LOVE!11
|
||
|
|
HAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD SEXXXX!!1 I GOT TO REGULATE!!!! AHHAHAHA REGULATE MY
|
||
|
|
TALKING ABOUT SEX!!!! OH GOD HOW CAN I BE DOING THIS IN FRONT OF MY
|
||
|
|
GIRLFRIEND!!! HAHAHAHA IT GIVES ME THE EXCUSE TO WAX EMBARRASSED!!!
|
||
|
|
HAHAHAH JESUS SEX!!!! AHHAHAHAHA OH LORD!!!! HAHAHAHS EX!!! AHAHHA EX!!1!
|
||
|
|
SEX IS AWESOME!!11 HAHAHAH DAMN IT'S SO GOOD!!!! SEX!!!! WOW!!!! AHAHHAHA
|
||
|
|
SEX!!!! WOW!!! AHHAHAHHAHAHHA EVEN THOUGH PEOPLE HAVE BEEN HAVING SEX FOR
|
||
|
|
YEARS NA DYEAR AND YEARS AND HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND THERE ARE
|
||
|
|
RECORDS OF SEXUALITY ACTIVITY AS FAR BACK AS HUMAN HISTORY GOES I'LL
|
||
|
|
CONTINUE TO SPEAK OF SEX AS IF IT'S SOME NOVELTY!!1 AHAHHA OH MY GOD IT'S
|
||
|
|
SO NOVEl!!! HAHAHAHAH JESU CHRISTO!!! IT'S THE LATEST THING!!1! YES!!1
|
||
|
|
SEX!!! IT'S CALLED THE RADIOACTIVE FLESH!!!! IT'S THE LATEST AND THE
|
||
|
|
LAST!! !HAHAHAH OH LORD SEX!!1! HAHAHAHAH!!1 GOD I CAN'T STOP TALKING
|
||
|
|
AOBUT SEX!!1 HAHAHAHAHA WHERE ARE THE GIRLS THEY NEED TO /CUM/ SERVICE
|
||
|
|
ME!!! HAHAHAHA LOOK!!! SEXUAL DOUBLE ENTENDRE!!!! I'M JAMES BOND!!!
|
||
|
|
HAHAHAHA HE HAD A LOT OF SEX WITH A LOT OF HOT GIRLS!!! HAHAHA SEAN
|
||
|
|
CONNERY HAD SEX!!! HAHAHA ROGER MOORE HAD SEX!!1 HAAAHAHAH TIMOTHY DALTON
|
||
|
|
HAD SEX!!!! HAQHAHAHAA PIERCE BROSNAN HAD SEX!!!! AHHAH DENISE RICHARDS
|
||
|
|
MADE OUT WITH NEVE CAMPBELL HAHAHA!11 OH JESUS CHRIST SEX!!1 HAHAHA WE'RE
|
||
|
|
ALL A BIG HUMAN FAMILY AND THE TIE THAT BINDS IS THE JOKE THAT IS SEX!!1
|
||
|
|
HAHAHA OH LORD SEXXXXX AHHAHAHA I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING JAHAHAHAHAHA SEX!11
|
||
|
|
ORAL SEX!11 ANAL SEX!1 1GIVIGN IT UP AND LOVING IT AHAHHAHAHA OH SEX SEX
|
||
|
|
SESX SE SX SE S XEX EJCJJRSJF VAMPIRE BAT BITE SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX!!1
|
||
|
|
HAHAHA JESUS OH LORD!!! HAHAHA I'D GIVE UP MY WHOLE LIFE FOR SEX!!!! FOR
|
||
|
|
JUST A GOOD SCREW I'D GIVE IT ALL AWAY!!! HAHAHA AND IT' BE FUNNY, TOO,
|
||
|
|
BECAUSE I'D BE HAVIGN _sex_ from a lot of people AHHAHAHAHAHAHAH SEX!!!
|
||
|
|
OH MAN!!! SEXXX AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ;) AHAHAHAH SEX ;) LOOK! I'M WINKING CUZ
|
||
|
|
I'M TALKING ABOUT SEX!!! AHAHHAHAHA OH GOD!!!!!! SEX!!!!! YEAH
|
||
|
|
MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!! SEX!!!!!! ;) ;) ;) woOOOOOOOO I LOVE ME SOME
|
||
|
|
SEXXXXXXXXXX SEX IS SOMETHING THAT EVERYBODY WANTS EVERYBODY LOVES AND
|
||
|
|
EVERYBODY NEEDS AHAHAHHA SEEEEXXXXXXXXXX YEAH I LOVE SEX!!!!"
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
memoirs of a geisha: or, the pursuit of gravity in literature
|
||
|
|
is the writer's ability to maturely relate to
|
||
|
|
the topics of SEX and DEATH
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
Since I've blown number 1, let's how I can do with 2, eh?
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
shit, well, damn, no one's really died too tragically on me,
|
||
|
|
except my aunt, but you know, that's deeply HIDDEN IN THE UNDERCURRENT OF
|
||
|
|
REALITY WHICH ONLY MY HISTRIONIC EMOTIONAL STATE CAN TAP INTO... but uh,
|
||
|
|
maybe I can pretend that I'm torn up inside over the suicide of this kid
|
||
|
|
Butthead. He was a modem guy and he knew teletype and now he's dead. He's
|
||
|
|
DEAD! It feels like a chunk of my heart is missing! A piece of my soul
|
||
|
|
evanesced into another world... How can I go on without you, Mark?
|
||
|
|
Without your butthead looking face and sounding voice? Without watching
|
||
|
|
you fuck retards on acid in the back of a cripple's van? Without her
|
||
|
|
telling me I'm a werewolf? It's a perfect day to kill yourself! God why?
|
||
|
|
I heard my sister's cry from the other room, why'd you have to pussy out?
|
||
|
|
Life could have gotten better! I would have helped you make it better but
|
||
|
|
you had to die! Oh and now it sucks for me, but I'm not going to be a
|
||
|
|
coward like you were, I'm not going to pussy out of life; I'm going to
|
||
|
|
stick it out. I'm going to brave it. I'm going to kick the world in the
|
||
|
|
ass just to show you up. You miserable bastard, why'd you have to leave
|
||
|
|
me alone? You're dead and gone and gone and dead, and I'm here by myself
|
||
|
|
wondering how I go on without you. Listen to the wind blow, I'm sad sad
|
||
|
|
without you and I miss the sounds of your 808 on the stereo. It doesn't
|
||
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matter that I met you probably 4 times in my life, no, because I KNEW YOU
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and you KNEW ME as soon as we met. Our minds in a perfect syncopation of
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thought and being; you knew as well as I did that I would prostitute the
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finer moments of my life for the sake of a joke or for a vainglorious
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attempt at art, you knew all my secrets, and I knew all of yours! You
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were the best friend I didn't need to speak to, because we were so close
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that all of our thoughts and deeds were like the respective other's. OH
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GOD, MARK "BUTT HEAD" SCHULZ, you jewish fellow, how ever am I to go on
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without you? My cat's meowing it and reminds me of you. The city is
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bleeding and it reminds me of you. The night is full of scents and it
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reminds me of you. Everything is you and everything was you, and you are
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dead and life is empty. LIFE IS EMPTY. It shall be hard for me to kick
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against the pricks. I'm trapped here, but I'm not going to give you the
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pleasure, hell no, I'm not going to let you see me QUIT like you did. I'm
|
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not a coward like you, MARK "BUTT HEAD" SCHULZ, no, I'm a real person.
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I'm not a hero and I'm not a brave person, but I can't do what you did.
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END OF EULOGY FOR BUTT HEAD
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Well, how was that? Did I make the grade? Ain't I a woman? AM I
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REALLY REAL? Is my literary attempt 1/2 of the way towards writing
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maturity? Got lucky, got lucky in time; will you beat me with a whip?
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yeah yeah sexual pleasure hahahahahah SEX!!!!!! from the pain others
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inflict sexual pleasure from inflicting pain; you're either one or the
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other but never both. Never both. I need to see you bleed before I can
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get off. It's the blood that makes life. FOR THE BLOOD IS THE LIFE. It's
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a perfect day to beat your lover. the things i could tell you about her
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blood red ass.
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ain't it shame to have leadbelly stab his manager on a sunday?
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Ain't it a shame to beat your wife on a sunday? When you got MONDAY,
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TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, FRIDAY AND Sat-ur-hamlet written by THOMAS
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KYD who wrote the spanish tragedy, a play I've seen TWICE in less than a
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week. Isn't that crazy? I wish I lived in England, cuz I'd just go see
|
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the summer season of the RSC every summer. and fuck, it would rock.
|
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The Ur-Hamlet was entitled _HAMLET, REVENGE!_
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this is historical fact
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The Ur-Jarett was called "JAROD".
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This is personal fact
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Jarod is a pretender, a very intelligent person with the ability
|
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to slide into somebody else's personality. For that purpose, he has been
|
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taken from his family as a child in order to work for a secret agency
|
||
|
|
called The Centre. But recently, he escaped. Jarod's new mission in life
|
||
|
|
is to help people in need with his gift, and to find out what really
|
||
|
|
happened to his allegedly dead parents. Only, Miss Parker and her team
|
||
|
|
are out to get him...
|
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OUT TO GET HIM PREGNANT
|
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Jarod, a boy genius with a special gift for pretending, was
|
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kidnaped and held prisoner by a corporation that used him as a human
|
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|
|
simulator in their clandestine research. Escaping from The Centre more
|
||
|
|
than 30 years later, Jarod now searches for clues to his true identity
|
||
|
|
and family. He also uses his ability to quickly become an expert at
|
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|
|
anything to right wrongs and exact revenge on the wicked. All the while,
|
||
|
|
Centre operatives led by Miss Parker work relentlessly to capture Jarod,
|
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and return him to The Centre.
|
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|
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dont ask me to keep
|
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|
your mother chained
|
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to the radiator
|
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she keeps bothering
|
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|
|
me rattling a chain
|
||
|
|
against the metal
|
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|
"But Sam," I, so called Jarett, said, "why would I want to inflict pain
|
||
|
|
on her? I'm don't want to hurt her. I love her."
|
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"You're a sadist, Jarett."
|
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"I've always considered my self a secular humanist."
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"A prime example of your sadism."
|
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||
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|
the ol marky-mark de sade himself was a corpulent piece of shit
|
||
|
|
who didn't really practice what he preached, but thankfully popular myth
|
||
|
|
and urban legend has transformed him into a startling sexual deviant,
|
||
|
|
longing for the pines, giving us the hand jobs we always wanted; AAND OH
|
||
|
|
HE WANTED THE PAIN but the pain was hidden in the river encased in a
|
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|
|
golden ring and the Hobbit thing fished it out, and we know what its gots
|
||
|
|
in its pockets, don't we my precious?
|
||
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|
||
|
|
STRIKE DOWN THE RIDERS OF ROHAN AND BURN THE BRIDGES OF MORIA FOR
|
||
|
|
IT IS I, GANDALF THE WHITE, RISEN FROM THE DEAD LIKE A CHRIST ON THE
|
||
|
|
THIRD DAY. LIKE CHRIST HIMSELF, I AM CHANGED; NO LONGER ARE MY ROBES
|
||
|
|
GREY. I AM THE PENULTIMATE POWER. THERE IS BUT one HIGHER THAN I. THAT
|
||
|
|
FLESH MAN THEY CALLED KOBEK. HIDDEN IN THE ENCYSTED LIFE OF HIS OWN SELF
|
||
|
|
ONE RING TO BIND HI MATT A.K.A. STYXXXXX, I THOUGHT I'D PUT A SHOUT OUT
|
||
|
|
RIGHT HERE, A SHOUT OUT ABOUT dragonlance. Fucking Raistlin Darfler,
|
||
|
|
always changing her robes and going EVIL. yeah. Getting upset when I
|
||
|
|
storm the closet and make her have CHAOTIC EVIL sex. It used to be
|
||
|
|
NEUTRAL CHAOTIC, but now, hell, now it's CHAOTIC EVIL.
|
||
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FIND THE ORBSSSS THE ORBBSSS THE ORBBSSSS
|
||
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AND THE FUCKIN' LANCES
|
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|
|
hahahha
|
||
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|
||
|
|
Oberlin, the LORD OF HELMSDEEP
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
hahaha
|
||
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|
||
|
|
or just a college in Ohio?
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
?!/1?!
|
||
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|
||
|
|
IS THIS DESIRE OR AM I JUST LOST IN THE HEART? It's a clogged
|
||
|
|
heart full of death and despair... the egyptian children are here... They
|
||
|
|
steal a camera from an american tourist... I look at him with a mixture
|
||
|
|
of pity and loathing; I don't wish such a thing to fall on him, but then
|
||
|
|
I think it's his own fault for being so careless. I see his face and it
|
||
|
|
is a smear of hurt and pain, and I understand he is feeling, and my
|
||
|
|
loathing fades away, now I only have pity. I offer him my camera but he
|
||
|
|
rejects it. He tells me the camera was a present from his mother. I know
|
||
|
|
immediately he secretly was in love with her. Nothing I do can heal this
|
||
|
|
wound. He is as sedentary as the Chinese, the Chinois, who said to me, as
|
||
|
|
I walked along the Cliffs of Moher, "It's so beautiful." I almost died
|
||
|
|
that day. The Chinois would have been the last to see me alive. I saved
|
||
|
|
myself at the last moment. Extending my hands behind me and catching my
|
||
|
|
body as it went over the rocks. I was dead but then I was not.
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
We came here for you once, when you died. But this wasn't here and
|
||
|
|
that wasn't you.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
word up to the manthing.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Well, golly gosh geee, Sarge, it sure has been a long time since I
|
||
|
|
done wrote something 'bout yonder TELETYPE. "Ah, so it has." Should I
|
||
|
|
drop and give you twenty? "How about you just give me some of that ol'
|
||
|
|
black magic?" You want I should write me another teletype story? "Please
|
||
|
|
do, I long for it. I long for it so. I need it like a junkie needs junk."
|
||
|
|
That bad, huh, sarge? "Yes, private, yes." Well, guess I can't deny my
|
||
|
|
C.O. anything. "NOT UNDER THE MILITARY CODE OF CONDUCT." Aren't there any
|
||
|
|
exceptions?
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
"No."
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
TELETYPE, REINCARNATE! Rise from your grave!
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
But I can not bring back an exhausted idea. All of his life force
|
||
|
|
is gone. Let me put the carcass in the orgone accumulator and see what
|
||
|
|
will come of it. In you go, into the oven, into the accumulator, there
|
||
|
|
fatty, there... Do not cry... soon you will be ALIVE!
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
____
|
||
|
|
| .. | - HELLO I AM MICROSOFT BOB WELCOME TO YOUR NEW HOME, THE NINTH
|
||
|
|
| \/ | CIRCLE OF HELL. PLEASE CLICK ON BRUTUS GRINDING IN SATAN'S
|
||
|
|
---- JAWS TO KNOW YOUR PITIFUL FATE. IGNORE THE SCREAMS OF JUDAS,
|
||
|
|
SOON THEY WILL BE AS SOOTHING MUSIC TO YOUR EARS. SOOTHING
|
||
|
|
LIKE A STICK OF BUTTER IN MARIA SCHNEIDER'S ASS. SOOTHING
|
||
|
|
LIKE ON ORANGE JULIUS. EAT THE BANNANA, YOU SICK FUCKING
|
||
|
|
ANIMAL. DO YOU THINK LIFE IS EASY FOR ANYONE? DO YOU THINK
|
||
|
|
THE FACT YOU ARE MISERABLE ENTITLES YOU TO WHINE ANYMORE
|
||
|
|
THAN ANYONE ELSE? THE SECRET TO THEIR LIVES IS S-E-(x)!
|
||
|
|
MISERABLE WORLD, I CURSE THEE! I CURSE ALL OF THEE AT THE
|
||
|
|
GRANGE AND ALL OF THEE AT WUTHERING HEIGHTS WHO HAVE TAKEN
|
||
|
|
MY DEAR CATHERINE FROM ME! I CURSE HER TO HAUNT ME UNTIL MY
|
||
|
|
DEATH! I CURSE I CURSE I CURSE! AH CATHERINE WHEN WILL YOU
|
||
|
|
RETURN TO ME? SHALL I JOIN YOU IN DEATH AS A GHOST? HOW THE
|
||
|
|
CHILDREN REMIND ME OF YOU... I SEE YOU IN CATHY AND I SEE YOU
|
||
|
|
IN HARETON... PLEASE COME TO ME, DEAR CATHERINE, IT IS
|
||
|
|
MICROSOFT BOB, WHO IS AS MUCH YOU AS HE IS HIMSELF, AND I
|
||
|
|
CALL YOU FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE...
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Speaking of calling people from behind the grave, let me see how
|
||
|
|
the orgones are accumulating around the corpse of teletype. shall he be
|
||
|
|
re-animated? Shall I play herbert west? I shall! I look into the
|
||
|
|
accumulator, I see the signs of life stirring, but still, teletype is not
|
||
|
|
alive... The concept has been beaten and beaten and beaten over and over
|
||
|
|
again like Stephanie Seymor... It will require more time in the orgone
|
||
|
|
accumulator... Soon, soon he will rise from his grave...
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Extract from Mina Harker's Journal
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
June 9th. I still have no word from my dear Jonathan. I hope that
|
||
|
|
he is fairing well in Transylvania, and will write soon. Sweet Lucy has
|
||
|
|
not yet given up her sleep walking. Only last night I had to prevent her
|
||
|
|
from perambulating to our favorite sitting spot. I looked at her face and
|
||
|
|
I saw that she was totally in sleep. The poor thing was completely
|
||
|
|
unaware of what she was doing! I locked the doors and windows to our room
|
||
|
|
and put her back in bed. I dare not tell her mother, for fear it will
|
||
|
|
worsen the woman. She already has confessed to me that her time in this
|
||
|
|
world is brief, and I would not be the one whose tongue sent her
|
||
|
|
spiraling into God's arms, blessed though they be. Nothing new to report
|
||
|
|
otherwise. I do hope Jonathan will write soon!
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
<important> drew's logic was that once you started dating, you just kind
|
||
|
|
of kissed a lot and talked about kissing, or something
|
||
|
|
<soybean> i wrote t-files while i was with drew
|
||
|
|
<m0gel> before the boys started trying to get all up in your shit
|
||
|
|
<soybean> hahhaha that sounds accurate, phil.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
First we must understand that the NOSFERATU, the vampyr, in the
|
||
|
|
doorway shining so bright is FOREMOST a creature of the NIGHT! He is a
|
||
|
|
killer! He is to KILL as we are to whine! It is the very essence of his
|
||
|
|
nature!
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Everybody knows, everyboy know, you only live a day, but it's
|
||
|
|
brilliant anyway.... It's brilliant anyway... ANYWAY, I'm not saying that
|
||
|
|
when I step up the mike I'm the best, just that I'm brilliant. Fuck, if
|
||
|
|
you could see my cat you'd caterwaul like Robert Plant... I can't stop
|
||
|
|
talking about love! The secrets of their lives is S-E-f(x)! I saw you
|
||
|
|
walk between all the people out making the scene... Ooooooooooh don't go
|
||
|
|
to far, stay who you are... I'm lost in that sea of sorrowful sundays,
|
||
|
|
there is a funeral procession, in the coffin is the body of Edgar Poe, he
|
||
|
|
looks at me as if it was I who killed him. Perhaps it was. I am in
|
||
|
|
Washington Square park, there is heroin in my body, I hallucinate the
|
||
|
|
ghosts of those buried beneath me and those who were hung on these trees;
|
||
|
|
the lights seem as though lit by gas. What is this world imposed over me?
|
||
|
|
I'm on a stage... atheists and christians debating... I point out
|
||
|
|
something ridiculous in the athiests' reasoning, I rush the stage, I
|
||
|
|
return to my seat, a priest turns to me and says "GOOD JOB". I am
|
||
|
|
revolted by his God. By his Christ. The only king left is King Kobek and
|
||
|
|
he is busy mentally undressing Fay Wray Darfler, peeling her clothes like
|
||
|
|
a banana... You're no good, you're no good, can't you tell that it's well
|
||
|
|
understood?
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Cntrl-G is how I get my friends' attention. Other people rely on
|
||
|
|
good characters and actually interesting personalities. I just make
|
||
|
|
computers beep. PITY ME FOR I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF THE WORD PITEOUS...
|
||
|
|
I'm an urchin lost in Oxford in 1350, the plague has hit, and it's the
|
||
|
|
little ice age. Won't you do something to save me?
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Can anyone save me???? I CAN'T SAVE YOUUUUUuu I CAN BARELY SAVE
|
||
|
|
MYSELF... Ah god, I am suffering under Caitlin's mp3 collection once
|
||
|
|
more! It's burned into my drug filled brain; forever and a day, all 22
|
||
|
|
songs will haunt me... FOREVER AND A DAY! I can not name them all. All of
|
||
|
|
them are unnameable... SWOOSH by Dan Bern... Some crap by Ani DiFranco...
|
||
|
|
some guilty pleasure by Joan Osbourne... MEN WITH HATS and their
|
||
|
|
perennial 80s hit... THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS with "BIRD HOUSE IN YOUR SOUL"
|
||
|
|
ABOUT 5 SONGS BY STABBING WESTWARD, like Chapter 12, in which it /is/
|
||
|
|
revealed that I CAN'T SAVE YOU I CAN'T EVEN SAVE MYSELF... Pavement's
|
||
|
|
"SPIT ON A STRANGER"... oh god, deliver me from those with crappy
|
||
|
|
taste...
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
_______________________________________
|
||
|
|
| INSIDE THIS BOX YOU WILL FIND LOVE |
|
||
|
|
| INSIDE THIS BOX YOUR GIRL WILL NOT |
|
||
|
|
| DUMP YOU INSIDE THIS BOX I LOVE AND |
|
||
|
|
| ACCEPT YOU INSIDE THIS BOX YOUR FLAWS |
|
||
|
|
| ARE ASSETS INSIDE THIS BOX NO ONE IS |
|
||
|
|
| BETTER THAN YOU INSIDE THIS BOX YOU |
|
||
|
|
| DON'T NEED TO BE A GIRL AND ALL GIRL |
|
||
|
|
| SELF LOATHING AND SELF HATRED DOES |
|
||
|
|
| NOT EXIST INSIDE THIS BOX YOU DON'T |
|
||
|
|
| HAVE TO ABUSE YOURSELF OR DATE PEOPLE |
|
||
|
|
| YOU HATE INSIDE THIS BOX IS TRUE LOVE |
|
||
|
|
|_______________________________________|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
But you don't live inside /this/ box. You live in the other one.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Sweet little lady, don't you get crazy
|
||
|
|
Bring it back home to me
|
||
|
|
Woman little standing, dreaming to forget him
|
||
|
|
bring it back home to me
|
||
|
|
When? Why wonder? Brown-eyed stunner
|
||
|
|
Come on, bring it back home to me
|
||
|
|
Kiss a littlen dozen, fishing for your lover,
|
||
|
|
won't you bring it back home to me?
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
She looks like heroin, she kills the pain
|
||
|
|
Call it what you want to call it,
|
||
|
|
call it danger honey, you said, "gimme that nicotine"
|
||
|
|
Never wanna hold you, never wanna scold you,
|
||
|
|
I bet she's taking away from me
|
||
|
|
Never will command you or ever reprimand you,
|
||
|
|
when you bring it back home to me
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Can't take candy from a baby,
|
||
|
|
when your baby gives it up for free
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
She just puts around being lazy,
|
||
|
|
but still she brings her lovin' to me
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Don't need nothing to save me,
|
||
|
|
save for a piece of your luxury
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Lock the door, but you'll never cage me,
|
||
|
|
I'll tell you just how it's gonna be
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I call your lover in the morning,
|
||
|
|
when you have your cup of tea
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
You never give me your warning,
|
||
|
|
so you better get ready for me
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Guess who's coming over,
|
||
|
|
oh you think that's such a surprise
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
why can't you just write what you feeL? Why such labrythineeeee
|
||
|
|
ways? AYS AYS AYS DAYS HAYS KILLS YES MURDER MOST FOUL BALL NO CARLTON
|
||
|
|
FISK, IT'S A HOME RUN I SAW IT BOUNCE OFF THE POLE YES YES RED SOX WIN
|
||
|
|
GAME SIX BUT THEY LOSE GAME SEVEN; EVERY TIME SINCE 1918; SUFFER BOSTON,
|
||
|
|
sUFFRE RHODE ISLAND SUFFER FANDOM
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
A brief biographical sketch of the one known as Jarett Kobek,
|
||
|
|
gentleman, explorer, amateur scientist,
|
||
|
|
deep space probe, vampire, umpire,
|
||
|
|
statesman, 21st chromosone triplet,
|
||
|
|
lover, beloved, burned, bored,
|
||
|
|
tarred and feathered
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Born in Warwick, Rhode Island on February 7th, 1978, during the
|
||
|
|
GREAT BLIZZARD. His mother required the national guard to dig her out of
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her brother's house. Got to the hospital, dropped the kid. And so it came
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to pass that Jarett was born and delivered in this modern world.
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and so it came to pass that you bought an illusion
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and put it on the wall
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Teletype? Teletype? Can you hear me? I believe he is starting to
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stir, but still he is not strong with the orgone, that mythical power
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through which all life is transmitted. The orgone! The orgone! Ah god,
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the orgone! They burned you alive for it, Wilhem, but we shall overcome
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and teletype SHALL live again.
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the day I broke up with my boyfriend,
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by little Jenn,
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Age 13
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My boyfriend Jim and I broke up after a few months of going out.
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It was very sad. He is a straight A student and I am a straight A student
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and we both were attracted to each other as soon as our eyes met in AP
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English. I have known Jim for a long time but I did not realize I liked
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him in that special way until our eyes met in AP English. Then I began to
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start feeling for him.
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Our time together sure was rough. It is hard to maintain a
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relationship with the pressures of being smart students. Smart students
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take difficult courses with a lot of homework. The honors classes can
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take it out of you. Life is hard. Still, we managed to see each other
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often, and sometimes we would have parties at Jim's house for us and the
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other honors students. Jim's dad is the super intendant of schools and he
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is a good guy.
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Sometimes during the parties Jim and I would go into the special
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closest where the action would get hot and heavy. I never took off any of
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my clothes and neither did he, but they were very intense experiences
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unlike anything I have ever felt. I did not think about sex and neither
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did Jim but maybe if things had gone on longer we would have had it. I am
|
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curious about sex. None of my friends have had it but I am curious about
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it. It seems like it could be a great thing.
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Jim and I broke up last week after going for 2 months. It was very
|
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sad. I don't remember who broke up with who, but in the end, we were not
|
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together. Life is a difficult thing in many situations. I am glad I did
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not take off any of my clothes. I hope Jim didn't break up with me
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because I am ugly. I hope he didn't break up with me because I didn't
|
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take off any of my clothes. I hope he didn't break up with me to date
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Natalie.
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TARA STEVENSON, YOU STUPID RITA HAYWORTH IN _GILDA_ LOOKIN' DEGENERATE
|
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|
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SINGER FOR RHODE ISLAND BAND MIXLPLYX, IT'S YOUR TIME TO SHINE; WHY DON'T
|
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|
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YOU TELL ME SOMETHING DOOOOOOOOPE?
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|
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"Sam, he gave me orgasm," she said.
|
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Now, I like porn as much as the next guy, but shit, there isn't
|
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|
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anything like INTERRACIAL porn. Boy, when I seem some big black stud
|
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|
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just pounding his manthing away into a white bitch's pussie, boy, well, I
|
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|
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don think I've ever come so hard. Those guys got dicks like TREE TRUNKS
|
||
|
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and they're planting them in the forest CAUCASIA. Yeah, they're taking
|
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|
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revenge NAT TURNER style out on the bitches' cunts, they're givin' them
|
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the what for and the whodunnit! YEAH! Ain't nothing like seeing a spade
|
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pork a white girl.
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TRI ANGULATION OF FIRE:
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________
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| | ___ / \
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| | _|___|_ / \
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-------- ( ) ( ) / \
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|
(TEXAS BOOK (MOTORCADE) (GRASSY KNOLL)
|
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DEPOSITORY)
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( )
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--\ /--
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/ \
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/ 8 \
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__/ \__
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||
|
|
(THIRD GUN-MAN DOWN THE STREET)
|
||
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||
|
|
Yes, See? One man firing a load at Jackie Kennedy's warm white
|
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|
bitch cunt wouldn't do shit, which is why Lee "Nigger Dick" Harvery
|
||
|
|
Oswald was not the lone wanker that day. Sure, he was angled perfectly to
|
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|
|
spatter his nigger cum on the Kennedys, and in particular, Jackie's sweet
|
||
|
|
tasting white bitch pussy, but to ensure J. Edgar Hoover's homo-erotic
|
||
|
|
fantasy of seeing three black studs with 18" dicks jerking it onto the
|
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|
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first lady's pussy, two other men were installed. That way her white girl
|
||
|
|
tang could not avoid the cum. She would get it INSIDE and on the outside,
|
||
|
|
and with luck become pregnant with a spade baby; then, after she had the
|
||
|
|
obvious abortion, the medical documents would be placed inside one of the
|
||
|
|
FBI's famous "suicide file" and sent to JFK & Jackie in the event they
|
||
|
|
ever tried to take on the FBI's authority, and specifically that of famed
|
||
|
|
transvestite and homosexual, J. Edgar Hoover. The other two gunmen are
|
||
|
|
not known, but are rumored to be Nigger Lips McSpade, and Strokin' Donkey
|
||
|
|
Dong Jones.
|
||
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|
||
|
|
tribute to dean the cat:
|
||
|
|
ecstasy in onyx
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
meow. meow. meow. FOOD? meow. meow. PET ME. meow. meow. meow. PULL
|
||
|
|
THE STRING. meow. meow. PULL THE STRING. meow meow. FOOD? meow. PET ME.
|
||
|
|
meow meow meowowwwwwwooooowwwww. PET ME. TOUCH ME. FEEL ME.HEAR ME. sEE
|
||
|
|
ME. meow.
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
the world the end will day
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
and behold, I did eat the book, and it was bitter in my belly.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
what auto-erotic cannibalistic sexual asphyication is this?
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] i don't even know what the lie is.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] i've hidden it so deeply.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] or convinced myself so well of..
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] or something..
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] well, maybe you could use some help to get down in there!
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] deep stuff is a real pain in the ass
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] cause there's no-one in yr life you can bounce it off of
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] because they have their own perception of you, and you don't
|
||
|
|
want them to think you're crazy, etc.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] which is what shrinks are for!
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] great.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] the fucking ethernet cable for my laptop is fucked.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] you can figure this stuff out
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] so i cannot get that t-file on it.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] i'm going to cry.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] go ahead and cry.. =) you'll probably feel better
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] i can't.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] every time i almost do, i don't.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] yeah, I was that way for a while
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] that gets better too
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] it has to do with release mechanism
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] try screaming
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] seriously
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
go on, crawl out your window! You know that I need you to. I guess
|
||
|
|
I should talk a little bit about Bob Dylan and what he means to me. Well,
|
||
|
|
Bob Dylan, above all else, was a great bullshit artist. And I think
|
||
|
|
that's what I find most profound in his early work. The enormous levels
|
||
|
|
of bullshit and jokes and humor. It's FUNNY, you know? Well, except for
|
||
|
|
TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGING, which is the only really bad album from the
|
||
|
|
60s. A prefiguring of things to come. I mean, sure, he could be profound
|
||
|
|
and unbelievably poetic, but at heart, all Bob Dylan ever wanted to be
|
||
|
|
was a funny hillbilly singing songs about going down to the well and
|
||
|
|
eating beneath the mill and fishing and women cooking up shortening
|
||
|
|
bread.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
And that's what bob dylan means to me.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] I'm serious
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] get your jacket
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] and some nice fuzzy slippers.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] go into the bathroom
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] bunch it up around your mouth
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] and scream till you don't feel like screaming anymore.
|
||
|
|
[1 : ldsa] > YOUR PAWN BROKER ROARED AND AH SO SO DID THE LAND LORD
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] i don't have the energy to scream.
|
||
|
|
[1 : ldsa] YOUR PAWN BROKER ROARED AND AH SO SO DID THE LAND LORD
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] dylan : that's the depression tricking you
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] i cannot
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] depression makes it feel like you don't have the energy to do
|
||
|
|
anything
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] but you're just so depressed
|
||
|
|
[1 : dWi] cause stuff is just weighing super heavy on yr heart
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] like, i have systematically sabatoged my entire life.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] over the last year.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] everything that was dear to me.
|
||
|
|
[1 : dylan] i have distanced myself from.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
and yes, you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can't you reach?
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I have tried to write words into a world. I may have failed. May
|
||
|
|
the gods forgive me. May the ones I love forgive me. It was enough to
|
||
|
|
create the entire world in a single microcosmic sentence, but I am a
|
||
|
|
failure, and I can not even recreate her heart, so it will take me a
|
||
|
|
longer time, a longer time, and larger amount of space to REMAKE life
|
||
|
|
into words. Why are your fingers going up my sleeve? Can you ever forgive
|
||
|
|
what I'm attempting? Will any ever see it? How many can traverse the way
|
||
|
|
down here? I don't know... YOU KNOW IF YOU DIDN'T WANT TO BE WITH ME, YOU
|
||
|
|
DIDN'T HAVE TO STAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
well
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
it's true I can't recall San Francisco at all
|
||
|
|
I can't even remember EL PASO, HOOOOONEEEYYYYYYY
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
fair you well boys fair you well, I'm going back to Baltimore.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I got more panchitos than a mexican; I got slick rivers like sex
|
||
|
|
lives; I stab bootlegging record executives like JAY ZEE! I slash tires
|
||
|
|
like a j.d. I break beats on the camel's hump. I SAW YOU GO BETWEEN ALL
|
||
|
|
THE PEOPLE OUT MAKING THE SCENE!
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
break break your bones your heart it can all be broken with the
|
||
|
|
twist of bone or the twist of a word. Everything you were is destroyed
|
||
|
|
and pulled down like the temple in a.d. 70, everything you ever knew is
|
||
|
|
GONE. All the people you ever loved are dead, all the friends you ever
|
||
|
|
had are missing. What can you do? The people around you are shades from
|
||
|
|
Hell, trying to drink the blood of a lamb, and when they do finally talk
|
||
|
|
to you, they're hollow shells of humanity; How did you get here? How did
|
||
|
|
you end up in this horrible fucking place? Where is there so much Danzig
|
||
|
|
on the stereo? Could it be any worse? Could you be stuck in some texas
|
||
|
|
border town looking down the sight of a gun at the greenbacks crossing
|
||
|
|
over? Imagining picking them off, one by one, the women and children,
|
||
|
|
their backs exploding in a fading glory of gore, and you'd be the
|
||
|
|
arbitrator of life and death, for that slight moment you could be a God,
|
||
|
|
but what of? Cheap trinkets and token emotions. You've given into your
|
||
|
|
optimus prime evil side; now your autobot matrix is korupt and black; you
|
||
|
|
actually bought into the lie everyone's always been telling you: That
|
||
|
|
there is substance and there is meaning in the world. You believe it so
|
||
|
|
much; there's gotta be a purpose; and then, when you look at your own
|
||
|
|
life and can not help but feel the barren emptiness of the moors, you die
|
||
|
|
a horrible little death inside. There's no substance here and there's no
|
||
|
|
meaning here. SO YOU GIVE IN YOU SORRY SON A BITCH. YOU GIVE IN! And then
|
||
|
|
your whole life became a menagerie of emotional nonsense, and you
|
||
|
|
actually start to find it acceptable to sit around being miserable and
|
||
|
|
depressed. You drink your depression like water from a glass. MMMMM, it's
|
||
|
|
good; and then you let it motivate you and you start existing FROM IT; It
|
||
|
|
becomes the center and the driving force in the lack of meaning and the
|
||
|
|
removal of substance... Sucker.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
A cold hard man of science brings me a glass of methadone, "Drink
|
||
|
|
of this and live forever," he tells me. What can I do but oblige?
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Oh yeah, let me give you some of that real life primordial
|
||
|
|
realism SHIT. Let me give you some of that nicker-bocker nigger-kicking
|
||
|
|
REAL LIFE In your face, gonna make you gag till you puke, bitch slipping,
|
||
|
|
duck training, baby baby tregar inducing, stuff you never wanted to see,
|
||
|
|
pastiche writing, Did you know I cry? I do. Not an absurd amount, but
|
||
|
|
enough to substantially qualify me as someone who does, indeed, cry.
|
||
|
|
That's as far as I'm going tonight. I cry. The end. Actually, my tears
|
||
|
|
have overcome my intent; I'm not going to write you no primordial realism
|
||
|
|
today, no sir, not I. I've given that shit up. It's bad for the soul and
|
||
|
|
it's bad for other peoples' hearts. I'm not out to hurt anything anymore.
|
||
|
|
Now I just want to flow like the river and Sam Cooke's jive. It's very
|
||
|
|
Zen, except I don't know anything about Zen, so I can't even come close
|
||
|
|
to be qualifying what is and what is not Zen. AND ISN'T THAT THE ULTIMATE
|
||
|
|
STATE OF ZEN?
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I hear something from the orgone accumulator, I hear the cooking sounds
|
||
|
|
of frying synapses:
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
It speaks:
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
<meenk> tourists probably wouldn't take well to my brand of depravity
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
but ah
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
That is all it says for now. still it is dormant! Will my lovely teletype
|
||
|
|
and meenk file never come to life? WILL IT NEVER LIVE? GOD, WILL IT NEVER
|
||
|
|
LIVE?
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
SING ME THE EPIC SLAVE SONG, GLENN DANZIG, SING ME THAT SPIRITUAL CALLED:
|
||
|
|
"LONG WAY BACK FROM HELL":
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Sold into slavery down in New Orleans
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Goddess
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Of the bayou light
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Black dog's head on the killing bed
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Severed
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
And left to bleed
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
There on fire
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
In the corner of the world
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
There in misery
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
There on fire
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
In the corner of the world
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Left for God to see
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Do you want to take a life
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Do you want to cross that line
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Cause it's a long way back from Hell
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
And you don't want to go with me
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Poison father of the human race
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
God
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Of the tainted blood
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Malevolence
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Sneaking up the spine of the world
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Ready for the bastard son
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
There on fire
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
In the veins of man
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
There in misery
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
There on fire
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
In the veins of man
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Left for to see
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Do you want to take a life
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Do you want to cross that line
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Cause it's a long way back from Hell
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
And you don't want to go with me
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
See the three alarm fire, see the dog heat. SHE LICK HER LIPS WITH
|
||
|
|
A PASSION. in the third degree. Sometimes I cry. Yes, I cry, not a lot,
|
||
|
|
but enough to qualify me as someone who does, in fact, cry. Yes,
|
||
|
|
sometimes I weep, not a lot, but enough to qualify me as someone who
|
||
|
|
does, in fact, weep bloody tears. Salty with the blood of the undead. I
|
||
|
|
never wanna stand ya or ever reprimand ya. Dead waters rise higher than
|
||
|
|
your mind! Kreid is a feather in your cap.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
WORD WORD WORD PLAY IS NOT TANTAMOUNT TO FOREPLAY BUT MY GOD IF TELLING
|
||
|
|
GIRLS YOU WANTED TO SLEEP WITH THEM SOMEHOW GOT YOU TO ACTUALLY SLEEP
|
||
|
|
WITH THEM I'D BE JOINING DON JUAN IN HELL AIN'T I JARETT "GIVE 'EM A
|
||
|
|
SPEECH FIRST" KOBEK? HELL YEAH "OH BABY, YOU KNOW, I BEEN SEEING YOU
|
||
|
|
'ROUND WE BEEN SPENDING A LOT OF TIME TOGETHER BUT UH I DON'T WANNA BE
|
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ONE OF THEM GUYS THAT JUST SLOBBERS ALL OVER YOU I RESPECT YOU TOO MUCH
|
||
|
|
BABY SO I WAS HOPING THAT MAYBE WE COULD TAKE OUR FRIENDSHIP TO THE NEXT
|
||
|
|
LEVEL BABY AND GET DOWN" AND THEN OF COURSE, THE SIXTH MOVEMENT BRINGS
|
||
|
|
RETURN: "OH JARETT I CAN'T DO THAT WITH >YOU<!!!!! YOU'RE TOO GOOD OF A
|
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|
|
FRIEND!!! I END UP HATING THE PEOPLE I DATE!!! I NEED TO DATE OBNOXIOUS
|
||
|
|
ARROGANT JERKS!!! I DON'T WANT TO RUIN WHAT WE HAVE WITH CHEAP SEXXX!!!"
|
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|
Hey kids, it's your ol' pal AIDS here again! I know you've been
|
||
|
|
missing that voice of reason in the storm, so I figured I'd come down
|
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|
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from my mountain resort and give you some TRUTH. Yeah, some spiritual
|
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|
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sustenance in these dark times. These times where the darkies are the
|
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|
|
darkies and the honkies are the honkies, and ain't NO MOTHERFUCKER CAN
|
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|
|
DANCE LIKE ME.
|
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|
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Or like the vocalist from Cesspool, or Crepuscular, or Crapfarm,
|
||
|
|
or Candyasses, or whatever the B-Boy band that opened up on the
|
||
|
|
Danzig/SAmhain tour said, "I WANNA SEE SOME BLOOD ON THE MOTHERFUCKING
|
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|
DANCE FLOOR!"
|
||
|
|
And I do. I do want to see some blood on the motherfucking dance
|
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|
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floor. I want it be my own blood and your blood mixing together in a pool
|
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|
of BLOOD! What kind of pool did you think it would be? The buzzer ringing
|
||
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at 12am kind? Nah, just pure ol' blood, sweet and sour, General Tso.
|
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|
|
What is a conscience? well, I think a conscience is that little
|
||
|
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voice in the back of your head that tells you what you're doing is right,
|
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|
|
or what you're doing is wrong. Like for instance, let's say you're a
|
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|
|
She-Wolf of the SS, the Bitch of Buchenwald. Chances are, your conscience
|
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|
|
is telling you you're doing something wrong. But if you're some buck
|
||
|
|
toothed fat assed whiskey drink over-privileged whore from Beverley Hills
|
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|
|
dispensing blow jobs in the Oval Office, chances are you don't have a
|
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|
|
conscience, so the whole point is moot anyway. Yes, it's time to declare
|
||
|
|
war on L.A., and the way to do it is go down to the West Village and blow
|
||
|
|
up Monica Lewinsky's apartment. I could do it right now if I had a pipe
|
||
|
|
bomb like Eric "Columbine" Harris and Dylan "Yoplait" Klebold, but I'm
|
||
|
|
not smart enough to smuggle timers into my desk drawer. TIMERS THAT DON'T
|
||
|
|
EVEN FUCKING WORK, FOR GOD'S FUCKING SAKE! YOU CAN USE *ICE* AS A FUCKING
|
||
|
|
TIMER! I SAW IT ON MACGUYVER!
|
||
|
|
Ah, tis, tis, another crappy book by Frank McCourt, tis indeed.
|
||
|
|
Ah, begorah!, my natural Irish charm will amuse the Americans in the same
|
||
|
|
way that blackfaced Minstrel shows used to amuse them, and I'll ride it
|
||
|
|
all the way into glory ride.
|
||
|
|
well, I'm going to New Orleans, I wanna see the Mardi Gras!
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
got my ticket in my hand
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
He calls it Arlene, after
|
||
|
|
a favorite character in the gory Doom
|
||
|
|
video games and books that he likes so
|
||
|
|
much.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Dead waters rise higher than your mind...
|
||
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|
||
|
|
hoe # 999 - mission parameters:
|
||
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|
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1. Create a blistering emotional wound of a text file that
|
||
|
|
encompasses various text file motifs. write a file that the general
|
||
|
|
populace will find so painful that the idea of ever revisiting these
|
||
|
|
motifs and themes will drive them to physical illness, thereby saving
|
||
|
|
myself from ever having to see the same 10 text files again.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
2. say a lot of stupid shit.
|
||
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|
||
|
|
3. establish a method of text file sampling previously
|
||
|
|
experimented with but never fully executed and thought out.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
4. rip off a lot of people.
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
5. create a file so long and obnoxious that my three fans (mogel,
|
||
|
|
basehead, and tasha) who ordinarily hang on every word that I type, and
|
||
|
|
my obligated girlfriends (caitlin and darwin) who feel some sort of
|
||
|
|
relationship duty to read my disgusting shit, create a file so long that
|
||
|
|
even these two disparate groups of people are forced to abandon it long
|
||
|
|
before, thereby reducing and degrading them to the level of all the other
|
||
|
|
people in the world. I will be the true isolationist. I already feel like
|
||
|
|
Robinson Crusoe so I might as well live it. All the friends I ever had
|
||
|
|
are gone.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
6. Finally end the teletype ordeal. A heroin crazed halloween has
|
||
|
|
moved my friendship with the big TT outside of random abuse and stupidity
|
||
|
|
and now it would no longer seem proper, but really what moved it outside
|
||
|
|
of that paradigm is a vixen from michigan.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I accidentally left my copy of JOURNAL OF A PLAGUE YEAR in a hotel
|
||
|
|
room in san francisco. Before I even read it. I bought it at CITY LIGHTS.
|
||
|
|
I was looking for fatty fat fat Ferlinghetti. That bastard owes me $5.
|
||
|
|
FIVE FUCKING DOLLARS IS NOT A LOT OF COMPENSATION FOR THE EMOTIONAL AND
|
||
|
|
ARTISTIC DAMAGE HE'S DONE TO MY LIFE. SO HE'LL PAY, OH, HE'LL PAY OUT HIS
|
||
|
|
FUCKING NOSE.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Getting drunk all the time.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
fucking heroin reaper dave ryack BBS geek is running for mayor of
|
||
|
|
Pittsburg town.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
AMERICA'S MOST WANTED UPDATE:
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Return-Path: <Grrlfrmars@aol.com>
|
||
|
|
Date: Thu, 8 Jul 1999 10:30:22 EDT
|
||
|
|
Subject: Re: Let Old acquaintance be forgot
|
||
|
|
To: jwk208@is8.nyu.edu
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Hello Jarett,
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Right. I don't mean to be defensive or whatever right off, but instead
|
||
|
|
of feeling awkward yourself writing an introductory email, you decided to
|
||
|
|
make me feel incredibly awkward by writing a love letter for all of hoe
|
||
|
|
to read? That was definitely not a favorable first impression. However,
|
||
|
|
a reliable source told me that it was probably not your intention to make
|
||
|
|
me uncomfortable and that you're a nice person, so I'm giving you another
|
||
|
|
chance.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
What do I do? Well I live in New Jersey, year round. In the summer I'm
|
||
|
|
in north Jersey, right outside NYC, and the rest of the year I go to
|
||
|
|
Rutgers in New Brunswick. I work in a music store, and I'm a DJ on the
|
||
|
|
radio. I'm really really into music, especially English stuff and stuff
|
||
|
|
from the 80s. Right now I'm off writing, because I just don't have any
|
||
|
|
subject matter. What I have been working on recently, with a lot of
|
||
|
|
breaks, is a dialogue. My absolute favorite authors are Stephen Fry,
|
||
|
|
David Sedaris, and Oscar Wilde, because they all share my favorite
|
||
|
|
characteristic in a writer: good, old-fashioned wit.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I'm a psychology major. I'm into the biological/chemical aspects of it,
|
||
|
|
not that bullshit therapy stuff. I am an incredible judge of character
|
||
|
|
too, if I do say so myself.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I do not usually associate with other writers or DJs, because I find most
|
||
|
|
to be incredibly pseudo-intellectual. I'm more impressed with a good
|
||
|
|
person than a "smart" person. I really don't care how much someone knows
|
||
|
|
about some obscure artist or how random they can be.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Anyway, I'm still not exactly thrilled about how you chose to get in
|
||
|
|
touch with me. It'll take me a while to stop feeling uneasy.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Miriam
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Return-Path: <Grrlfrmars@aol.com>
|
||
|
|
Date: Fri, 9 Jul 1999 22:38:27 EDT
|
||
|
|
Subject: Re: Let Old acquaintance be forgot
|
||
|
|
To: jwk208@is8.nyu.edu
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Hi there.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I'm glad you understand how I feel, I'm kinda going through a rough patch
|
||
|
|
at this point in my life. Everything has been freaking me out lately,
|
||
|
|
I'm really on edge. I got a letter last night from some random whose AOL
|
||
|
|
screen name is similar to mine, telling me off for being unoriginal.
|
||
|
|
Meanwhile, her name was spelled LiKe ThiS.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Res Ipsa Loquitor, eh? I'm also a Latin geek. I've had it in high
|
||
|
|
school and 2 semesters in college. My minor is Classics, which is pretty
|
||
|
|
much ancient Greek and Roman history along with some ancient languages.
|
||
|
|
Latin is my ancient language of choice. It's fun! Either that or I'm a
|
||
|
|
huge geek, my bet is on the latter. :)
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I forgot to mention one of my favorite authors in my last letter.
|
||
|
|
Probably cos he hasn't done anything recently, but I love Tom Robbins.
|
||
|
|
He's as close to random stuff as I get. Random as in bordering on
|
||
|
|
incoherence.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
As for pseudo-intellectualism, generally the attitude of "I am so smart
|
||
|
|
and the world must know it, plus I have no sense of humor about myself"
|
||
|
|
is the attitude that gets to me. I have encountered way too many people
|
||
|
|
with no ability to make fun of themselves. Basically, I appreciate
|
||
|
|
humility. I have been told that I am "apologetic" of my "intellect," and
|
||
|
|
I never let on about how much I know about what. I don't mean to sound
|
||
|
|
braggy (we can create our own words, can't we? :)), it's just what
|
||
|
|
someone said to me.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Anyway, that's all for this evening's babbling. Catch you later...
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Miriam
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Return-Path: <tregar@chia.bitflip.com>
|
||
|
|
Delivered-To: redirect-jarett@tregar.com
|
||
|
|
Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 01:36:10 EDT
|
||
|
|
Subject: searching the city for sci-fi wasabi
|
||
|
|
To: jarett@tregar.com
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
My dearest not-so-secret admirer,
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Oftimes I wonder where you have gone, with whom and why. My letter to
|
||
|
|
you had gone unanswered, and I believed our correspondence to be at an
|
||
|
|
end. I thought you no longer were interested in carrying on with me, the
|
||
|
|
atmosphere in the channel that night we spoke was rather, as it were,
|
||
|
|
uncool, man. It had nothing to do with you, you were barely there that
|
||
|
|
night, disappointingly. I genuinely do find you to be quite interesting,
|
||
|
|
but please understand my (Groucho) Marxist stance on groups of people.
|
||
|
|
Call me antisocial and the like, but there's always one person in the
|
||
|
|
group that will either vex me or get my dander up. Another lame excuse
|
||
|
|
of mine is that I just moved, and another would be my over-involvement in
|
||
|
|
my job as a purveyor of pretentiousness at a local record store. Anyway,
|
||
|
|
I just want to reassure you that I do want to maintain contact with you,
|
||
|
|
but this is a two way street you know. As much as I enjoy pontification,
|
||
|
|
it's dead boring to everyone else. Speaking of which, have you seen my
|
||
|
|
poor excuse for a webpage? It's http://members.tripod.com/~Grlfrmars...
|
||
|
|
sign my guestbook! (nag nag nag) By the way, when do you go back to New
|
||
|
|
York? We could possibly do something silly like go to the Met if you're
|
||
|
|
interested. I love that place. Well I must get back to the
|
||
|
|
all-consuming chore of getting the damned fly out of my room. I've
|
||
|
|
always wanted a pet, but this was not what I had in mind. Write back
|
||
|
|
soon. :) I will leave you with some words of wisdom (from a reggae song I
|
||
|
|
heard at work) which apply to your religious inquiries: "Shake that
|
||
|
|
booty that Jesus gave you." Wishing you much shaking of booty,
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Miriam
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Return-Path: <tregar@chia.bitflip.com>
|
||
|
|
Delivered-To: redirect-jarett@tregar.com
|
||
|
|
Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 12:48:33 EDT
|
||
|
|
Subject: yes, well, definitely. indeed.
|
||
|
|
To: jarett@tregar.com
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Jarett,
|
||
|
|
Hi there. I'm writing to you again, because I'm lonely and trapped in
|
||
|
|
my house. Well I'm not trapped, I can go for a walk, but there's nowhere
|
||
|
|
to walk to, and at this point, I need a destination. I was upset that
|
||
|
|
you weren't in the channel last night while I was there, I do want to
|
||
|
|
talk to you in a non-email environment.
|
||
|
|
God I wish my car had brakes. I'd be cruisin' the mean streets of
|
||
|
|
Passaic in my pimp-mobile (also known as the Black Stallion) shoutin out
|
||
|
|
to all the fly honeys and mah peeps, yo. But alack, if I attempted such
|
||
|
|
an outing at this point, it would be ideal until I tried to stop. I can
|
||
|
|
see the headlines now. Da Phat Car Gets Busted Up. Fly Honeys
|
||
|
|
Disappointed.
|
||
|
|
OK that's enough rambling for me. You best be writin' to me soon,
|
||
|
|
yo. I must say that you intrigue me.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Peace out, cub scout
|
||
|
|
Miriam
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
America's Most Wanted Capture #464: Girl From Mars!
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Due to the relentless crusading of police officials, and to the
|
||
|
|
thousands of viewers who called to give us their tips, the suspect known
|
||
|
|
as Girl From Mars has been apprehended.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Let this be a warning to criminals in the future: If you're
|
||
|
|
slightly pretentious and artsy, all it takes is someone with a modicum of
|
||
|
|
writing skill and a base general knowledge of literature to bait the
|
||
|
|
trap. And then you get snared. And then you're IN JAIL, the prison of
|
||
|
|
love, but Jean Genet is neither warden NOR prisoner.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Love,
|
||
|
|
Christina
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
OH DARLING, YOU KNOW YOU TOUCH ME AT THE BOTTOM OF MY
|
||
|
|
SOUL AND YOU KNOW AS I WALK ALONG THROUGH THIS WORLD
|
||
|
|
THAT I KNOW I'M THE DUKE, THE DUKE OF EARL
|
||
|
|
OH CAITLIN, WON'T YOU BE MY DUCHESS?
|
||
|
|
MY DUCHESS OF EARL?
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII KNOW I'M GONNA LOVE
|
||
|
|
YOU OH OH COME ON LET ME HOLD YOU DARLING CUZ I'M THE DUKE OF EARL OH
|
||
|
|
YEAH YEAH YH YEAH AND WHEN I HOLD YOU YOU'LL BE MY DUCHESS MY DUCHESS OF
|
||
|
|
EARL AS I WALK THROUGH MY DUKEDOM AND THE PARADISE WE WILL SHARE YES UH
|
||
|
|
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII KNOW I'M GONNA LOVE YOU OH OH NOTHING CAN STOP
|
||
|
|
ME NOW CUZ I'M THE DUKE OF EARL AI YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH WHOOOO OOOOO OOOO
|
||
|
|
OOOOOO OOOO AH AH AH OOOOOO O O OOOO OOOOO OOOO THE DUKE OF EARL WELL UH
|
||
|
|
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII KNOW I'M GONNA LOVE YOU OH OH NOTHING CAN STOP ME
|
||
|
|
NOW CUZ I'M THE DUKE OF EARL YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH WHOOOOOOOOOO
|
||
|
|
OOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I WONDER WONDER WHO WROTE THE BOOK OF LOVE TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME
|
||
|
|
OH WHO WROTE THE BOOK OF LOVE I GOT TO KNOW THE ANSWER WAS IT SOMEONE
|
||
|
|
FROM ABOVE? I WONDER WONDER WONDER WONDER WHO WHO WROTE THE BOOK OF LOVE?
|
||
|
|
I LOVE LOVE YOU DARLING BABY YOU KNOW I DO BUT I GOT TO SEE THIS BOOK OF
|
||
|
|
LOVE TO FIND OUT WHAT IS TRUE I WONDER WONDER WONDER WONDER OH WHO WHO
|
||
|
|
WROTE THE BOOK OF LOVE CHAPTER ONE SAYS YOU LOVE HER LOVE HER WILL ALL
|
||
|
|
YOUR HEART CHAPTER TWO YOU TELL HER YOU NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER GONNA
|
||
|
|
PART IN CHAPTER THREE REMEMBER THE MEANING OF ROMANCE IN CHAPTER FOUR YOU
|
||
|
|
BREAK UP BUT YOU GIVE HER ONE MORE CHANCE
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
The Symposium Lite,
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
by Plato, Jr.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Ah, greetings Xenon! I see you are on your way to the
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
and that is what love is. Fuck me fickle, Alcibiates.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
THE END
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
In conversation, I speak just like a Baroness, my voice hoarse
|
||
|
|
with lust for Destro. I will buy him turtle wax and polish his golden
|
||
|
|
head like a shoe-shine negro.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
"DRIVING TO THE PACIFIC OH SHIT I CAN'T DRIVE
|
||
|
|
I'LL JUST GO TO BEN'S HOUSE INSTEAD"
|
||
|
|
by tasha abner
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Did you know I cry? I do. Not an absurd amount, but enough to
|
||
|
|
substantially qualify me as someone who does, indeed, cry. That's as far
|
||
|
|
as I'm going tonight. I cry. The end.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
"We are the sons of no one"
|
||
|
|
by murmur
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
he didn't know what she looked like or even if she was vaguely
|
||
|
|
human but it didn't matter because he was sad and pathetic and hell she
|
||
|
|
was the possessor of a cunt, perhaps not the best cunt, but a cunt all
|
||
|
|
the same.
|
||
|
|
he did not know from using his computer to talk to her, well
|
||
|
|
several computers really, he didn't know from using his computer to talk
|
||
|
|
to her if her cunt would stink or if it would smell like the morning dew
|
||
|
|
settling on roses, but he sorely hoped it would be the latter option.
|
||
|
|
Just in case, he bought some pussy cleaning fluid. If her pussy stank he
|
||
|
|
planned to tell her it "turned him on" to apply the cleaning fluid to a
|
||
|
|
girl's "pussy".
|
||
|
|
she was flying in on wednesday. it was her spring break and he
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wanted to get away from home. she would come to him with her cunt that he
|
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did not know the scent of. he wasn't really sure what she got the
|
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god I can't go on any more.
|
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this third person narrative, it's so fake! How can I pretend that
|
||
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this file isn't about me? God, Lish, baby, honey doll, I love you, and
|
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we're the bastard sons of no one, oh god baby, won't you come back to me
|
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soon, please baby? I want to tattoo and pierce you and photograph you and
|
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put it all the fucking way up in FLESH MUTATE magazine and oh baby, I
|
||
|
|
want you to make me dolls of yourself, please lish, honey? Please? I
|
||
|
|
can't tell the girls from the boys anymore, lish, not without that
|
||
|
|
guiding hand... Oh god, my crank, my sweet sweet crank...
|
||
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really, he'd already made his mind up that she was extra-special
|
||
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and was everything he's always hoped for in a girl. she said the same
|
||
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|
about him, too. it would take calamity to strike things down. but how
|
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can you not worry about calamity? put all your eggs in a basket like
|
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this and BOOM! something not-so-good is liable to happen. he knew
|
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better. i mean, hell, he might NOT find her attractive at all. it
|
||
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|
wasn't that unreasonable, was it?
|
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WAS IT? OH GOD NO IT WAS NOT BUT IN HER I DID FIND THE SWEET LOVE
|
||
|
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CRANK LISH NEED THAT I ALWAYS HAD OH GOD LISH LISH LISH LISH I CAN'T TELL
|
||
|
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THE GIRLS FROM THE BOYS ANYMORE OH NO NONO NO I CAN'T TELL THE GIRLS FROM
|
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|
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THE BOYS ANYMORE AND I AS LOOK AROUND MY DUKEDOM I JUST WANT TO FUCK YOU
|
||
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|
LISH HERE ON THE BUS WE WILL SUCK FACE LIKE SICK DISGUSTING ANIMALS
|
||
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|
DEGENERATE AND FILTHY WILL YOU EAT MY BANANA, YOU SICK FUCKING ANIMAL?
|
||
|
|
he to this day doesn't remember the next few moments in very
|
||
|
|
particular detail. all he knows is that after some hand fidgeting, some
|
||
|
|
hand jockeying, a couple glances at each other, he was surprised to find
|
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|
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that they were kissing, kissing on the bus. she'd said "kiss me on the
|
||
|
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bus" before. they both knew that that was an old song, even though they
|
||
|
|
weren't sure who by.
|
||
|
|
YOU CAN'T TELL THE GIRLS FROM THE BOYS ANYMORE
|
||
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YOU CAN'T TELL THE GIRLS FROM THE BOYS ANYMORE
|
||
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YOU CAN'T TELL THE GIRLS FROM THE BOYS ANYMORE
|
||
|
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YOU CAN'T TELL THE GIRLS FROM THE BOYS ANYMORE
|
||
|
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OH NO NO NO
|
||
|
|
DEAD JOE
|
||
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|
|
<Quarex> "she paused in her monologue then, and looked across the field to
|
||
|
|
a small grove. she reached to her face and moved her finger
|
||
|
|
lightly among her bottom lip, a FUCKING DERR DERR DERRR
|
||
|
|
HUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH"
|
||
|
|
<que> kried, have you ever seen my picture? (i am guessing so :)
|
||
|
|
<AltRocks> no
|
||
|
|
<AltRocks> it's me
|
||
|
|
<Quarex> GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING GODAWFUL
|
||
|
|
<swissphil> HAhahahahhahaha
|
||
|
|
<Quarex> BULLS ON PARADE
|
||
|
|
<kreid> yeah
|
||
|
|
<que> aidz, i'm female obviously.
|
||
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|
||
|
|
Why do you put in IRC logs to your files? I don't know but I gotta
|
||
|
|
do it, it's a compulsion like cockroaches covering my body, gotta do what
|
||
|
|
I gotta do so I do it and you all spew it. Spew. Dead waters rise high
|
||
|
|
than my mind. I hate all of you. Every last one of you. But you still
|
||
|
|
read on, regardless of my hate, regardless of the burning fury and
|
||
|
|
loathing that I have. Every friend I ever had is gone. Sometimes I cry.
|
||
|
|
I'm so lonely cuz I am got no homely women.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Let's just... So you're all alone once again, and you know that
|
||
|
|
tomorrow's gonna be the same as it was today, and you can't pretend like
|
||
|
|
you're who you weren't. it'll eat you up inside like a television but you
|
||
|
|
can't say no and you can't hide and you have to do it and you don't even
|
||
|
|
seem particularly interested in the sex anymore, but still, you'll fuck
|
||
|
|
until your thighs bleed, because you're a miserable cretin, a wretch on
|
||
|
|
the face of the earth. Yeah disappointment's always there for me,
|
||
|
|
disappointment's my best friend, I hide beneath the apple tree, and all
|
||
|
|
the apples fall on me. Gonna give my heart to the pigs to roll on, and
|
||
|
|
they're gonna cool their sweatless bodies on my sorrow, yeah, it's like
|
||
|
|
water in the dirt, it makes some killer mud, oh shit, your daddy's full
|
||
|
|
of termites. Bleeding women always follow me. it was and I would prefer
|
||
|
|
not to recall it was during beauty's decline. Today in paris the women
|
||
|
|
are stained with blood.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Sometime I'll have to edjumacate you.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I live in a church where I sleep with voodoo dolls and I won't
|
||
|
|
give up the search for the ghosts in the halls I wear sandals in the snow
|
||
|
|
and a smile that won't wash away I wonder if I can look out the window
|
||
|
|
without my shadow getting in the way I'm so beautiful with an edge and a
|
||
|
|
charm I'm so careful when you're in my arms.... I woke up screaming aloud
|
||
|
|
a prayer to my secret God I feed off your fears and hold back my tears Oh
|
||
|
|
I give you a tantrum and know-it-all grin just when you need one When the
|
||
|
|
evening is thin I'm a beautiful, a beautiful fucked up man I'm setting up
|
||
|
|
my razor wire shrine
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
"oooh little darling"
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
by Quarex, the Manthing
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I know a girl I know a girl I knew a girl cuz know she don't wanna
|
||
|
|
know me cuz I tried to kiss her and my tongue is like a hunk of
|
||
|
|
kryptonite going up super-man's asshole, except his asshole is her mouth
|
||
|
|
and now we don't kiss no more.
|
||
|
|
Yeah so I went on a date with this girl, and hell yeah, she was
|
||
|
|
hot, and I was like giving her my Frank Sinatra eyes, but she wasn't
|
||
|
|
having any love from ol' Drew HUNT, no, she was just giving me hate. I
|
||
|
|
tried to kiss her and she threw water on me and then and made out with a
|
||
|
|
dog named Spot. Then the dog pissed on her and threw her down a flight of
|
||
|
|
stairs and when I tried to help her up she ran to spot and forgave him.
|
||
|
|
She didn't even look at me, to see it was me who helped her up.
|
||
|
|
Why are girls so dumb?
|
||
|
|
Let me tell you about this other girl. well, her ass was sweet and
|
||
|
|
I loved her from the moment I saw her, so I went up to her, and I said,
|
||
|
|
"If you come with me I'll take you to Mars and I'll give you everything
|
||
|
|
you ever wanted." Then she spit on me and took up with a hooligan who
|
||
|
|
pissed on her and threw her down a flight of stairs and when I tried to
|
||
|
|
help her up she ran to the hooligan and forgave him. She didn't even look
|
||
|
|
at me, to see it was me who helped her up.
|
||
|
|
I'm not mad, though, because I just think of some Guns N Roses
|
||
|
|
lyrics that were etched in my brain so many years ago, and this is what
|
||
|
|
I'm going to say to her, and to all the girls, and to my future wife and
|
||
|
|
soul mate someday, and she's gonna know how true it is:
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I see you standin'
|
||
|
|
Standin' on your own
|
||
|
|
It's such a lonely place for you
|
||
|
|
For you to be
|
||
|
|
If you need a shoulder
|
||
|
|
Or if you need a friend
|
||
|
|
I'll be here standing
|
||
|
|
Until the bitter end
|
||
|
|
No one needs the sorrow
|
||
|
|
No one needs the pain
|
||
|
|
I hate to see you
|
||
|
|
Walking out there
|
||
|
|
Out in the rain
|
||
|
|
So don't chastise me
|
||
|
|
Or think I, I mean you harm
|
||
|
|
Of those that take you
|
||
|
|
Leave you strung out
|
||
|
|
Much too far
|
||
|
|
Baby-yeah
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Don't ever leave me
|
||
|
|
Say you'll always be there
|
||
|
|
All I ever wanted
|
||
|
|
Was for you
|
||
|
|
To know that I care
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
So sweetheart, wherever you are, I love you even though I don't
|
||
|
|
know you, and sleep well, and think of the time we'll be together, in the
|
||
|
|
not too distant ("I Hope!") future. Our minds and bodies melding together
|
||
|
|
like the ultimate post-erotic star trek experience. I love you, dear.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
If I knew how to parody that unrelated style of file, I'd do it,
|
||
|
|
but I don't, so I'd just like to use this space to once again apologize
|
||
|
|
for making Unrelated a member of HOE. He's a piece of shit. And he sucks,
|
||
|
|
and it's really sad he isn't dead. When I read that email I got a major
|
||
|
|
erection, so I compulsively masturbated, and then I looked up in my
|
||
|
|
mailbox, and there was mail from phairgirl telling me he wasn't dead, and
|
||
|
|
my post-mortem orgasm was actually a pre-mortem orgasm and that just
|
||
|
|
soured the flavor of my own semen to wild grape rather than orange
|
||
|
|
julius.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
HAHAHAHAH WHAT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS HAVE INVITED IS THE CRAZIEST NIGGA
|
||
|
|
THAT HAS EVER BEEN INVENTED
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I WANT TO SEE SOME BLOOD ON THE MOTHER FUCKING DANCE FLOOR
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
i want to >SEE< some >BLOOD< on the
|
||
|
|
motherfuckign DANCE FLOOR
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I WANNA see SOME blood ON the MOTHERFUCKING dance FLOOR
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
i wanna see some BLOOD on the mnotherfuckign
|
||
|
|
i wanna see soem blooD on the mother
|
||
|
|
i anwnwan see some bloord0krfjijsfjd on the mothetrufk
|
||
|
|
ujafuabnwanjusgrj sese sometbl00d0
|
||
|
|
njhamnefmotherufkernfhhfeuaeufea
|
||
|
|
see soem bm00dl on the motherufkeirng
|
||
|
|
some bseeing slf0b00dokwff mftoth
|
||
|
|
sieiemgnmns lfsfopbl0fd0f0rfs mtotherufkcer
|
||
|
|
ueksea0se0s0ef Bl00d0 thasaf eskmotharefklcuk
|
||
|
|
see somet bomet0elrsajfuafheheajemgfmb
|
||
|
|
ymefsmesoeollbe rbl00d motherufker see osme
|
||
|
|
b0l0s0de son your
|
||
|
|
monshthefsj,amfoiaefoae0f bl00d motherufker
|
||
|
|
yeah v09l00b0slfdl vlofo0glerg omotehrufkcer
|
||
|
|
al00vlersfj boalalae lb00d motherufker
|
||
|
|
fuckienr g bm0therufblodo
|
||
|
|
lb0b0b0lfer amotherufkcering
|
||
|
|
on fl0b00dkm blood0f0redkbld0r00roikfkf
|
||
|
|
some0bl0d0f0lbmotherufkcer
|
||
|
|
bl000d somemotherufkerbvlf0r0r
|
||
|
|
olkfsl0bkwemfemotheruifkeingegk
|
||
|
|
soleemgogme4htingrs soledfasd mtheufking mbl00d
|
||
|
|
eiananfenepussy lb00d cug youtfgsacermbl0d00d
|
||
|
|
bl00a0dlef on my mother0fkerufukign
|
||
|
|
danmcieng fl00r0n blom0therufkb00dufkcerf
|
||
|
|
lb00fslf0embl00djf0blbblamboozle
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
In a statement, the museum said the board of trustees and its staff "are
|
||
|
|
shocked and extremely saddened by this incomprehensible act that has
|
||
|
|
attempted to deface an important work of art by a world renowned artist."
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Wooooooooo oh
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
in his west german home
|
||
|
|
in his west german home
|
||
|
|
in his west german hoooOOooowooooome
|
||
|
|
in his west german hooooooOwooome
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Oh, yeah, I coulda gone down that watery way and pretended
|
||
|
|
I was Swamp Ratte' and this was my gopher feed mail bomb bomb in hell
|
||
|
|
from the gophers, I could pretend like HOE #999 and HOE #1000 were
|
||
|
|
monumentous occasions upon which great big funny reflective text files
|
||
|
|
required writing, but what kind of person would I be? WE HAVE NO MESSAGE
|
||
|
|
SO NO MESSAGE CAN GET CORRUPTED. WE ARE SHIT SO THAT WE CAN NEVER TURN TO
|
||
|
|
SHIT. There's only one way up and over the wall. There's no obstacles for
|
||
|
|
you to climb. This is elementary my dear, this elementary, WATSON!
|
||
|
|
ELEMENTARY WATSSOOON UNDERGROUND SREET TALK SUBURBS OF NEW YORK CAITLIN
|
||
|
|
CLEANING MY APARTMENT RIGHT NOW AS I'M TYPING 22nD STREET FALLING ON YOUR
|
||
|
|
HEAD LIKE RAIN IL PLEUT I'M NOW A POEM BY VERLAINE I AM INFERIOR IN MANY
|
||
|
|
WAYS TO MY CREATOR'S LOVER'S POEMS, I CAN NEVER BE A DRUNKEN BOAT, BUT AT
|
||
|
|
LEAST I MAINTAIN A LITTLE BIT OF SYMBOLIST RESPECTABILITY IN THE STORM OF
|
||
|
|
SHIT I AM NOT SPATTERED SO MUCH AS THE OTHERS
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
your woman stomps on boxes and you watch invalid
|
||
|
|
you are an invalid and you are invalid
|
||
|
|
both re the same and different
|
||
|
|
can't you turn my money down?
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
HERE IS A TRANSLATION OF MYSELF:
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
In That Cafe Crowded with Fools We Stood
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
In that cafe crowded with fools we stood
|
||
|
|
Just us two for the hideous turpitude
|
||
|
|
of liking men; they never thought, the cunts.
|
||
|
|
We sat on their dim-witted innocence
|
||
|
|
Their standard loves, their tiny gold rules
|
||
|
|
While holding to our principles and tools
|
||
|
|
We swung and parried to our heart's content
|
||
|
|
Veiled in a cloud on peaceful pipes had sent
|
||
|
|
Like Zeus and Hera in their nebulous bed
|
||
|
|
Till our two Punch noses glad and red
|
||
|
|
Wiped by our fingers with delightful squeezed
|
||
|
|
Under our table jetted great white sneezes.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I AM HERE REPRESENTED MANY LOVE ME OTHERS DESPISE ME BUT
|
||
|
|
UNLIKE MY FRIENDS
|
||
|
|
UNLIKE SO MANY POEMS
|
||
|
|
I AM AT THE VERY LEAST REMEMBERED
|
||
|
|
ONLY IN THE MEMORY OF THE FEW MAY I LIVE
|
||
|
|
THIS IS BETTER THAN A FATE OF ABJECT DEATH
|
||
|
|
A FATE WHICH MANY SUFFER
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
a fate which many suffer: self-loathing
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
(a) beginning of life
|
||
|
|
(c) adolescenceee
|
||
|
|
(f) early adult hood
|
||
|
|
(h) sometime yesterday
|
||
|
|
(i) middle age
|
||
|
|
(f) elderly
|
||
|
|
(z) old age
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
All these stages of the old and the dying all these loves of the
|
||
|
|
young and the stupid all these stages of the theatrical and gay all these
|
||
|
|
lusts of the middling and ill all these copernicean dreams of my own
|
||
|
|
death at my own hands suicide you may think but i mean something more
|
||
|
|
glorious something better than mere suicide I mean to erase any existence
|
||
|
|
of my own self from this world with the power of the mind all images get
|
||
|
|
corrupted ; they're like apples exposed to the air ; i plan to corrupt my
|
||
|
|
own ; and by so distorting the image from the reality i shall cease to
|
||
|
|
exist and that manthing known as kobek will become hidden in the tapestry
|
||
|
|
backwards and never be seen again the total immolation of being
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I've grown tired at last of this ancient world... uh, I mean I've
|
||
|
|
gotten real sick of playing this orgone accumulator thing, so I'm just
|
||
|
|
gonna give you that sweet shit, that Latka Teletype shit, just give them
|
||
|
|
what they WANT! Fine, yes, fine, good. But I remain adamant; the concept
|
||
|
|
has been beaten to death; it's dead horse; I won't write anymore files
|
||
|
|
about teletype or meenk, unless perhaps I release a uuencode of her
|
||
|
|
genitalia entitled "TELETYPE HIT THIS SHIT", but that notwithstanding, I
|
||
|
|
shall do nothing further with the theme or idea. I include it here in HOE
|
||
|
|
#999 so that the dead horse may not just be a theoretical dead horse but
|
||
|
|
may acquire the flavor and taste of putrefaction as all such things in
|
||
|
|
HOE #999 possess. yes, yes, now you know that horrid truth: HOE #999 is
|
||
|
|
to kill all and kill none. My grand endeavor, of course, will fail
|
||
|
|
miserably, but still, it's nice to see some effort come with it. some
|
||
|
|
purpose, some need; isn't it? Oh yes. Oh yes, yes, yes it is. So, without
|
||
|
|
much further adieu here's the teletype file:
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I feel in some ways that I, Jarett, have seriously maligned both
|
||
|
|
meenk and teletype. In that I have found meenk in the channel (#ezines)
|
||
|
|
speaking of taking teletype's virginity, I always assumed her hard-assed,
|
||
|
|
I'm-oh-so-worldly-wise-due-to-my-exorbitant-sexuality-and-oh-so-
|
||
|
|
frank-discussions-of-human-sexuality-and-oh-so-hard-core-due-to-these-odd-
|
||
|
|
observations-on-human-nature-but-please-let's-not-forget-that-I-am-also-
|
||
|
|
a-little-bit-tragic-and-deserving-of-human-pity-and-sympathy-for-this-the-
|
||
|
|
fate-of-my-own-making-but-is-it-really-not-of-my-own-making-when-you-
|
||
|
|
consider-my-incredibly-sad-and-tragic-past-something-out-of-Aeschylus-
|
||
|
|
really to be, in some ways, the primary motivator of her actions. What I
|
||
|
|
mean to say is, I did not consider the possibility that she was
|
||
|
|
self-aware enough to have different motivators outside of her carefully
|
||
|
|
constructed image, and that when she slept with teletype, she was
|
||
|
|
thinking, "Ah, more experience of the shit of life, more terror and
|
||
|
|
horror! I am a friend to all things dark and dreary! This just adds to
|
||
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the shit I have suffered! More! More! Bring on the pains of mortal men,
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my heart will absorb them all."
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Unfortunately, it seems that I was wrong.
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It seems that this relationship, which was brief, undoubtedly,
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which I had assumed came out of some self-destructive impulse, actually
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was motivated, according to meenk, out of love.
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She loved the big lug. That's why she slept with him.
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At least that's what she claims, and in a way, I'd like to believe
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it. It's a decent end to the whole fucking spectacle I have created. That
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I have mocked the existence of love while trying to mock the existence of
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depravity. Even if it proves to be false, and it's a way for meenk to add
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yet another layer to that oh-so-well-crafted self-image, I'd like to
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believe it for a little while. I'd like to believe that when the dick
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went into the pussy, she really did love him. LOVED HIM LIKE HE WAS THE
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GOD OF LOVE. Yeah, I see it now. the flesh parting beneath the parting
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flesh, teletype's dick is the moses of her red sea of pussy flesh, and it
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is not lust or the ejaculatory need that spreads the shore, but rather
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love divine and incarnate in the flesh of these two miscreant misfits.
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They were in LOVE, for god's sakes! What the hell is wrong with
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me? Why did I become such a vicious prosecutor of their open wound? Why
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was I Pilate?! GOD I DON'T KNOW! Perhaps in a way, HOE #999 is a
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testament to the size of my ego, for I have taken the entire text file
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world and scene of the past ten years and not reflected upon it, nor
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given it a witty, oh-so-wise theme or spin, but rather have used it as a
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facet of EGO.
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You are not people, I say. I am the only person, I say. You are
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mere facets of the self, I say. What self? you ask. The only true self, I
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say, the self that is me, that is kObek, that is living breathing flesh
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god you never tried to worship for fear he'd not answer the door.
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Suffer beneath these fists and keep your lusts trim. Keep the deep
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Helm stoned and boned. Keep mogel awake and pictures of Jarett and
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Caitlin atop your mini-tower. Keep the water flowering and the diet pepsi
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blistering. Keep the bones rolling and the dice strolling! Keep the
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balcony door shut, it's getting cold. Keep the cold open it's getting
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warm. Keep the gods pacificed they're getting old.. Keep the old alive
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they're getting young. Keep your shoes on, they're getting muddy. keep
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the mud wet it's getting bloody. Keep the blood boiling, you're getting
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rheumatic.
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HELL YEAH: A LIST OF WEBSITES JARETT VISITS ON A DAILY BASIS:
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1. www.cnn.com
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2. www.slashdot.org
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3. www.oldmanmurray.com
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4. www.aint-it-cool-news.com
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5. www.nytimes.com
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KISS ME BAAABY GORGING HONEY'S SUNK AGAIN
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Sold into slavery down in Innsmouth, yeah, by the goddess of the
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bayou light... Fucking Eliza Marsh! Fucking!!! FUCK!!!!!! FUCK DOUD!!!
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FUCK!!!!!!!!!
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SING ME A SONG DARWIN SING ME A SONG TO KEEP ME WARM: HIDE BEHIND
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YOUR MASKS, IF YOU CAN! HOW AM I GOING TO DEAL? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO
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FEEL? HOW AM I GOING TO DEAL? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL?
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and every time he quoted another song, an angel got its
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wings. But we've parodied everyone one. We've gotta little mogel in
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there, a little styx, a little anjeeline jolie, a little quarex, some
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tasha, more than enough of basehead, yeah, we've got everyone deep inside
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my file, here and there and everyfucking where. But who haven't we
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parodied? Well, myself, for one. Oh, but you say, sir, you have extended
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the file to such a length that it can not help but be self-parody, plus
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can I not detect more than a hint of self mockery in all of it? Yes, yes,
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I say, laughing beneath my breath, cursing you for your ignorance,
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because we have not out and out sacrificed my body on the altar of
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Quetzacoatl.
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"HERE IS SOME RANDOM SHIT, A CAPTURE, AND SOMETHING ABOUT
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TELETYPE OR ANOTHER MODEM SCENE FIGURE THAT YOU DON'T REALLY KNOW"
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by AIDS
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James Joyce danced with Bea Arthur who hung out with Herman
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Melville! Yeah!!! Call me Ismahel!!! Call me Ahab! Fucking moby dicK!
|
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Fucking Mark Twain! Fucking Glenn Danzig! Fucking Axl Rose! Fucking yeah!
|
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Fuckinmg hahahah!!! look I'll type my name in a random place for no
|
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reason!!!! JARETT KOBEK!!!! hahahaha yeah!!!1 I did it!!! shit yeah!!1
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JARETT KOBEK!!!!!!!! WOOOoO JARETT KOBEK!!!!! Hahahahah my own! name!
|
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Wow! It serves no purpose yet I can not help but type it! hahahah the
|
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same with literary and cultural allusions! I am a pretentious art fag!
|
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Yes! God Yes! I am attempting to prove my superiority with random
|
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nonsense! hahahah! damn! I rock! You are all shit! Sweet Moses Ash
|
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recording Leadbelly on the banjo of Luis Bunuel while Antonin Artaud
|
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sucks off Anais Nin, Henry Miller not withstanding all the lust I gave to
|
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|
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Martis Amis and all the slutty bitches of Toni Morrison and Kenzaburo Oe
|
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Kobo Abe Yasunara Kawabata Yukio Mishima Francis Bacon Alanis Morrisette
|
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|
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Tom Hanks Tom Green Tom Wolfe Virginia Woolf Ray Bradbury Isaac Asimov
|
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Jean leCorbiellier Charls Baudelaire Arthur Rimbaud Paul Verlaine Klaus
|
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Kinski Klaus Kinski Klaus Kinski Klaus Kinski Klaus Kinski Klaus Kinski
|
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Klaus Kinski Klaus Kinski Klaus Kinski Nastassja Kinski Klaus Kinski
|
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Klaus Kinski Klaus Kinski Klaus Kinsi Klaus Kinski William S. Burroughs
|
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George Wendt Gore Vidal Dan Bern Bob Dylan Ani DiFranco beck Beck beck
|
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beck beck KLAUS KINSKI!!!! KLAUS KINSKI!!! Beck Tom Foolery Adam Horovitz
|
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|
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Charles Darwin Robert Coli Sam Tregar Jarett Kobek Rita Hayworth Marlene
|
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|
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Deitrich Bessie Smith Missippi John Hurt Archie Bunker Jughead Spike Lee
|
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|
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Klaus Kinski Klaus Kinski The Artist Formerly Known as Prince Phil
|
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|
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Collins Robert Plant Jimmy Page John Bonham John Paul Jones Keith Moon
|
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|
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F.T. Marinetti Giordano Bruno Hermes Trismegistus NIJINSKI Ficcino! Pico
|
||
|
|
della Mirandola! Copernicus! Thomas Aquinas! Nicholas of Cusa! Peter
|
||
|
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Lombard! Duns Scots! ---ABIEZER COPPE-- --THOMAS TANY-- --GERARD
|
||
|
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WYNSTANLEY-- Andrea Dworkin King Philip Gareth Penn Sissy Spaceck Hahahah
|
||
|
|
Here's a fucking capture:
|
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|
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Newsgroups: nyu.general,nyu.chat,nyu.students.government
|
||
|
|
From: Student Council <msh210@nyu.edu>
|
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|
|
Subject: American Sign Language
|
||
|
|
X-Mailer: PINE 3.95
|
||
|
|
Followup-To: nyu.chat
|
||
|
|
Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1999 08:21:23 -0500
|
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|
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|
|
INFORMATIONAL MEMORANDUM
|
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|
|
From: CAS Student Council
|
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|
|
To: CAS students
|
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|
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|
|
The School of Education offers four courses in American Sign Language.
|
||
|
|
Heretofore, these courses could not be used in fulfillment of the
|
||
|
|
foreign-language requirement in CAS. As of this past Spring, CAS policy
|
||
|
|
has changed. The current policy is that any student who wishes to count
|
||
|
|
ASL as a foreign language can ask the Committee on Undergraduate Academic
|
||
|
|
Standards for an allowance to count it as such. (The Committee has been
|
||
|
|
instructed to grant such permission without fuss.) If you wish such
|
||
|
|
permission, fill out a petition form in the Advising Center (905 Main).
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
For more information on taking courses outside CAS, see an advisor in 905
|
||
|
|
Main; for more information on the ASL courses, see the Deafness
|
||
|
|
Rehabilitation Department (Education Building, twelfth floor).
|
||
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|
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|
|
NOW HOW ABOUT A LITTLE BIT OF TELETYPE?!?!? YEGAAGAGAG GAGAGA TGAT
|
||
|
|
MOTHERFUCKER IS FAT AND HE HAD SEX WITH MEENK HAHAHAHA HOLY SHIT WHAT A
|
||
|
|
FATSO WHAT A FUCKING FATASS HOLY SHIT HAHAHAHAhAH FUCKING MEENK YEAH
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
the end.
|
||
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|
||
|
|
Well, no, not really.
|
||
|
|
just the end of the parody,
|
||
|
|
oh we hate making fun of ourselves, don't we,
|
||
|
|
precious?
|
||
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|
||
|
|
there are dinners to be eaten in uncomfortable
|
||
|
|
silences and doors to remain shut in anger and windows to look out in
|
||
|
|
longing and pictures of yourself looking smarmy that sit on your
|
||
|
|
computer, but what the hell? WHAT THE HELL CAN YOU DO ABOUT LIFE?! IT'S
|
||
|
|
NEVER GOING TO END, NO MATTER WHAT THEY TELL YOU, AND IF IT DOES ACTUALLY
|
||
|
|
END YOU WON'T EVEN NOTICE BECAUSE IT'LL BE FINAL AND YOU'LL BE DEAD AND
|
||
|
|
THEN WHAT? THEN WHAT? . the period mistaken for a fly speck in the
|
||
|
|
penultimate chapter of Ulysses I HAVE STOLEN AND TAKEN IT TO THE FORTRESS
|
||
|
|
OF SOLITUDE
|
||
|
|
HERE'S A FUCKING CAPTURE:
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
Message 6/2055 From mogel Dec 24, 99 07:57:57 pm -0500
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Return-Path: <mogel@hoe.nu>
|
||
|
|
Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 19:57:57 -0500 (EST)
|
||
|
|
To: aids@hoe.nu
|
||
|
|
Subject: yooooooooo!!! hehehe
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
yeah, i'm putting off the ANARCHY release till after #1000 comes
|
||
|
|
out. sorry, i know it tears you up inside.
|
||
|
|
please be sure to get #999 done in the next week, so there won't
|
||
|
|
be any excessive delays with releasing and whatnot. i will work on a
|
||
|
|
good rough start for hoe #1001 and then pass it to you for additional
|
||
|
|
sections/parts--assuming you have the time. #999 is most important, but
|
||
|
|
other help would be swelly-swell. i know this is a MAgiCaL MoMenT of
|
||
|
|
JOY, it being with you and caity together over the holidays, so i don't
|
||
|
|
wanna sound like a poo-pest. huh?
|
||
|
|
just think, you could be me and be a pathetic loser!
|
||
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|
||
|
|
-Mogel/HOE EXTREME DETHSQUAD SYNDICATE BLOOD AND ROCK 4EVER
|
||
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|
||
|
|
Here's some fucking shit about teletype:
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
HAHHAHAH TELETYPE TRIED TO COMMIT SUICIDE AND I
|
||
|
|
ENCORUAGED HIM HAHAHAHA WHAT A FATSO HWHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAH WHAT A SUCKER
|
||
|
|
CLOWN HAHAHAHAHA LOOK HOW CALLOUS I AM OR AM I MERELY CALLOW? AHHAHAHAH
|
||
|
|
HERE"S A FUCKING CAPTURE:
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
Message 8/2055 From Dylan Greene Dec 24, 99 12:28:19 pm -0500
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Return-Path: <dylangreene@bellsouthips.com>
|
||
|
|
Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 12:28:19 -0500 (EST)
|
||
|
|
To: jwk208@is8.nyu.edu
|
||
|
|
Subject: re[2]: hey stud
|
||
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|
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|
|
Uhh.. Have a good christmas and stuff, Jarett.
|
||
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|
||
|
|
HAHAHAH HERE'S SOME FUCKING SHIT ABOUT TELETYPE: DID I MENTION HE
|
||
|
|
FUCKED MEENK? HOLY SHIT HE STUCK IT INSIDE HER AND HE CAME!! AHAHAHAH THE
|
||
|
|
SECRET OF THEIR LIVES IS S-E-cthck! HAHAHAHA HOLY SHIT I SAID SEX!!
|
||
|
|
!HAHAHAH FUCKED!!! HE STUCK IT IN!! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HOLY GOD IN
|
||
|
|
HEAVEN!!! I MENTIONED SEX! HAHAHAHAH JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY SAVE ME FROM
|
||
|
|
THIS DEVASTATING SENSE OF HUMOR!!! AHHAHAHA IT SHOULD BE LICENSED BY THE
|
||
|
|
FEDERAL GOVERNMENT BECAUSE IT'S SO LETHAL!!! THE NRA SHOULD BE PROTECTING
|
||
|
|
MY RIGHT TO USE IT! AHHAHA SESX!!!!!! SEX!!!! SHIT ALL GOD IN HEAVEN!!!!
|
||
|
|
HOLY FUCKING LORD!!!!! I'M FUNNY AS HELL!!!!! HAHHAHAHA OH GOD YOU ALL
|
||
|
|
BOW BEFORE ME!!!!!
|
||
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|
||
|
|
holiday tune: rump puh pum pum on my drum rump puh pum pum
|
||
|
|
on my drum
|
||
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|
||
|
|
"My Book Report on Angela's Ashes
|
||
|
|
and Tis by delightful Frank McCourt"
|
||
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|
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|
|
by MEENK
|
||
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|
||
|
|
Having not actually read either book, I can only proffer my
|
||
|
|
opinions on Frank McCourt and his wonderful works with the caveat that
|
||
|
|
they are based in heresay and nonsense. Well, first and foremost, you
|
||
|
|
must understand that growing up in the Irish town of Limerick was not an
|
||
|
|
easy thing for Frank McCourt.
|
||
|
|
He suffered greatly. Of course, since I too, in my long hard
|
||
|
|
battle of a life have suffered greatly, I can not empathize nor
|
||
|
|
sympathize with his suffering. He deserved to suffer, because I have
|
||
|
|
suffered, and as I have for the most part elevated myself from my
|
||
|
|
suffering, so too do I hope that Frank McCourt did the same. What I mean
|
||
|
|
to say is, if I was exceptionally poor and then suddenly became
|
||
|
|
exceptionally rich, I would not give back any money to my urban
|
||
|
|
community. I would become as avaricious and greedy as any person had ever
|
||
|
|
become before. I would be a rap star.
|
||
|
|
Frank McCourt's life was tough and bad. At Least I think it was,
|
||
|
|
because I haven't read either book. Somehow, my total lack of knowledge
|
||
|
|
about the books and gross ignorance about pretty much everything else in
|
||
|
|
life makes me the perfect commentator on this particular subject. And, if
|
||
|
|
you really want to know the more abstract truth, my ignorance makes me
|
||
|
|
the perfect commentator on every subject, not just that delightful Frank
|
||
|
|
McCourt.
|
||
|
|
For instance, because I am full of shit and will never make any
|
||
|
|
sense, and never have made any sense, I am incapable of seeing how fucked
|
||
|
|
I truly am. Most decent people, upon catching a reflection of themselves
|
||
|
|
in the proverbial mirror, would cower in shame at how ridiculous they
|
||
|
|
truly are. Myself, however, am so blinded by my ignorance that I am quite
|
||
|
|
similar to an owl in daylight. Because I can not see anything, my
|
||
|
|
blindness empowers me to sound off on any given subject I like.
|
||
|
|
A favorite topic of mine is this so-called "pussy stare" that men
|
||
|
|
get when they do so peruse the genitalia of women. First hand, I say, men
|
||
|
|
always seem rather befuddled upon looking down the barrel of my cootchie,
|
||
|
|
and get this dumb look on their face that reminds me of cocker spaniels
|
||
|
|
at midnight. I would propose that men get this so-called "pussy stare"
|
||
|
|
because they are enraptured with that which they can never possess. I
|
||
|
|
would propose that faced with the pussy they become dumb animals
|
||
|
|
over-awed by the ultimate unknown.
|
||
|
|
The fact that my own genitals (as so clearly revealed in
|
||
|
|
pierce.jpg) look something like wet roast beef put through a wheat
|
||
|
|
thrasher left around to sit since last Sunday, I say again, the fact that
|
||
|
|
my own genitals look like this means nothing. Clearly when men are faced
|
||
|
|
with genitalia of the woman they become overwhelmed with the ultimate
|
||
|
|
unobtainable. It is inconceivable to me that they might just be spooked
|
||
|
|
out by my moist slathering cootchie and wonder what they have gotten
|
||
|
|
themselves into. No, this not temporal, watson, this is not elementary,
|
||
|
|
WATSON, this is a topic of universal hard-assed profundity.
|
||
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|
|
huh huh dead people huh huh
|
||
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|
||
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|
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|
|
But the man who has made millions on his long-running sitcom, in
|
||
|
|
part, by glorifying the single life and poking fun at commitment,
|
||
|
|
eluded the press on his wedding day by using a decoy limousine.
|
||
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|
||
|
|
His honeymoon plans were kept quiet, too.
|
||
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||
|
|
something old: hoe something borrowed: hoe something blue: altrocks
|
||
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||
|
|
WE MAKE WAR WITH THE VIETNAMESE
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
they'll korupt hoe #999 and turn it into bastion of the
|
||
|
|
bourgeoisie, yes, god knows they will. They'll take it from what it was
|
||
|
|
and they'll make it the direct opposite, not with their own generation,
|
||
|
|
of course, but with the generation that is to come. In 40 years, I'll be
|
||
|
|
helping your grand children through high school. They'll have to read me
|
||
|
|
and learn me and they'll hate me just like you hate Emily Bronte.
|
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|
|
JOHN 19
|
||
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|
1: Then Pilate therefore took Jesus, and scourged him.
|
||
|
|
2: And the soldiers platted a crown of thorns, and put it on his
|
||
|
|
head, and they put on him a purple robe,
|
||
|
|
3: And said, Hail, King of the Jews! and they smote him with their
|
||
|
|
hands.
|
||
|
|
4: Pilate therefore went forth again, and saith unto them, Behold,
|
||
|
|
I bring him forth to you, that ye may know that I find no fault
|
||
|
|
in him.
|
||
|
|
5: Then came Jesus forth, wearing the crown of thorns, and the
|
||
|
|
purple robe. And Pilate saith unto them, Behold the man!
|
||
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||
|
|
"But, Jarett," said Caitlin, "do you really have to do this?"
|
||
|
|
"I'm afraid so," I said, and wiped a solitary tear off her cheek.
|
||
|
|
In the distant sunlight her face was a plum asking to be skinned, but up
|
||
|
|
close, here under the stars, it was a the lone surviving cherry blossom
|
||
|
|
of a grotto long paved over and turned into a parking lot. I didn't want
|
||
|
|
to cause her the pain, but there was nothing else I could do.
|
||
|
|
She said my name again, and I relished her mid-western accent. From
|
||
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time to time I'd teased her about it being Nova Scotian, impersonating
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this hacker Black Monday who used to call me up and ask about UNIX. Much
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laughter had by all as I made my voice a shrill blister aching out the
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words, "JERRETT, JERRETT, HELP ME HACK A EUNUCHZ, EH?"
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I could hear, in the distance, the plaintive call of Cthulhu
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coming from HOE #999. He was the first text file I'd ever really taken in
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is a pet, and god damn, he sure was loud. Worse than my old beagle,
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Jasper, who had barked consistently through my entire life, and worse
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than my cat Dean, who talked in meows more than most people did with
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words.
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She sighed and rolled her eyes as the calls of HOE #999 reached
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her. I tried to justify myself. I tried to explain that sometimes things
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happened in life which transcended mortal concerns, and that I could not
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miss a moment where my entire destiny would be decided. I was to be Lord
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Jim as the ship was perceived to begin sinking. Would I jump or would I
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stay aboard? I didn't want to make the wrong choice. This was my Lord Jim
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moment. But she didn't care, she didn't want to hear any of it, and I
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couldn't blame her.
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If she had told /me/ that one of her text files, regardless of
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length, had become suddenly animate and required assistance in a grand
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journey, and that she might never come back, I'd be pretty upset. I'd be
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bawling, I'm sure. Out and out. So I couldn't blame her. I might have
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even taken it worse than she did. It was clear she wasn't going to stop
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me, that she would let me throw the whole thing away on what amounted to
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hideous pipe dream. I don't think I could have been big enough of a
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person to do it. It made the leaving all the more painful.
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I tried to kiss her, but she wouldn't let me. HOE #999 came over
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the distant hills and we saw him and heard him. He cried out and I
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answered with a, "Here boy, here!" It wasn't long before HOE #999 was at
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our ankles, rubbing up against us and mewling.
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"You could come with us, you know," I told her.
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"No," she said, "I couldn't."
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"No, no, I guess you really couldn't."
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Do you know what love is? she asked me.
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Sure I do.
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A boy loves his text file.
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chapter II: in which it is proved an easier
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thing to eat cockroaches than
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carbon-14 date rats
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Having fed Caitlin's body to HOE #999, and thus severing the last
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tie with this world, I decided to shed off this mortal coil.
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The glass knife was cool in my hand, and I passed it to HOE #999.
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He fingered it in one paw and then passed it to the other, trying to get
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ahold of its weight and shape. "Cut me free," I said. He glowered for a
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moment. A silly below escaped his lips. "It's not for me to use a knife."
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his first words. I felt a father's joy as his mouth moved up and
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down my body, facial hair pricking my side, as he searched for the cord
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and sinew that kept soul in body. "Don't forget to free yourself
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afterwards, boy,' I said. I felt an excruciating pain and heard a
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crunching sound and then I felt and heard no more. I was above my body
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looking down. What an ugly bastard I had turned out to be.
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I watched as dear sweet HOE #999 drew my knife to his own body and
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plunged it in to that very spot where flesh became life. His eyes rolled
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back and his body collapsed into a heap. I became aware of a presence
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beside me, and I looked, and saw HOE #999 not as he had been in life, but
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as he should have been. Beautiful and sanguine. He was a yellow and blue
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striped shirt on the body of a girl. He was everything good and pure and
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beauteous. HOE #999, my son, my pet, my creation. Not what I had
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actually created, but what I had wanted to create. My dreams fulfilled.
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Ah, love, it was good.
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"Well boy, looks like we gotta go."
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chapter III: in which our hero learns
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the value of a good blow-job
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can outweigh any amount of gold
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Welcome to the fun time
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We're so happy here
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We've no minds, we might as well be blind
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We can lie together here
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You can come down and join us
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You're more than welcome to
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Even though it's painful to the ears
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But it might not all be true
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HOE #999 AND I
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SAW THE PATH OF HEAVEN
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BEFORE US. WE KNEW WE
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MUST GO INTO THAT
|
||
|
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GREATER GLORY. IT WAS
|
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EVIDENT AND NECESSARY.
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THE MOON BEAMS LIT OUR
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WAY. WE WENT INTO THE
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LIGHT WHICH WAS
|
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PAINFUL. WE ESCHEWED
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THE LIGHT WHICH WAS
|
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PLEASANT. IN HEAVEN
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WE FOUND OURSELVES
|
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AT THE GATES. ST.
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|
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PETER WAS THERE. HE
|
||
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HAD A BOOK. I THOUGHT
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IT WAS A BOOK OF NAMES
|
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|
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OF DEEDS AND SINS.
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|
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I WAS WRONG.
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||
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IT WAS A PRINTED COPY
|
||
|
|
OF HOE #999. HE ASKED
|
||
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MY FILE FOR AN
|
||
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AUTOGRAPHY. I COYLY
|
||
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TOLD HIM I HAD YET TO
|
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TEACH MY DARLING SON
|
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HOW TO WRITE. PETER
|
||
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SAID I MIGHT BE A BAD
|
||
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FATHER. I SAID IT'S A
|
||
|
|
WICKED LIFE. HE AGREED.
|
||
|
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I ASKED HIM WHAT MY
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||
|
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FATE WAS GONNA BE FOR
|
||
|
|
TELLING ALL THOSE LIES.
|
||
|
|
HE LAUGHED AND TOLD ME
|
||
|
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THAT MY LIES WERE SMALL
|
||
|
|
LIES, AND THE GREATER
|
||
|
|
SIN WAS NOT THE LYING,
|
||
|
|
BUT THE THINKING MY
|
||
|
|
LYING HAD BEEN ANYTHING
|
||
|
|
IMPRESSIVE ENOUGH TO
|
||
|
|
WARRANT A BANISHMENT
|
||
|
|
FROM HEAVEN. I LAUGHED.
|
||
|
|
ALWAYS THE EGOTIST.
|
||
|
|
OPEN THE GATES, I SAID.
|
||
|
|
SO HE DID.
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
interlude: the long goodbye beholds the man
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Behold the man! He is risen before you! Back and forth and over
|
||
|
|
again! He is alive and gone and dead and they stabbed Lazarus but did he
|
||
|
|
really die and I can't say! behold the man! Kobek is from the world
|
||
|
|
universal perfect makeup done by Hollywood consultants makes me the first
|
||
|
|
and the last. I am the alpha and the omega. I am the beginning and the
|
||
|
|
end. Woooooooo little honey don't you speak money don't you bring it to
|
||
|
|
me. CAN NOT SEE YOU ANYMORE. GIRL YOU'RE SO CLOSE TO FALLING ACROSS THE
|
||
|
|
FLOOR.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I imagine you're all expecting some profound meditation which ties
|
||
|
|
it all together, which takes all the loose ends and puts them into one
|
||
|
|
ball of yarn for Dean to roll around in. You're wrong. It ain't gonna
|
||
|
|
happen little mother, so keep waiting. Filled my Diet Pepsi with
|
||
|
|
fertility drugs won't help neither. I don't need my car cleaned or
|
||
|
|
nothing stolen out of it neither. And so we have come to the end, the end
|
||
|
|
the end...
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
You're a la di da driving around in flashy cars
|
||
|
|
You're a la di da di da di da
|
||
|
|
DI DA
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Perhaps the only final thought I can leave you with is this:
|
||
|
|
Blatant is boring. It's why I hate Ani DiFranco it's why I hate you it's
|
||
|
|
why I hate mostly everything. Anything you can say blatantly can be said
|
||
|
|
a million times better with artifice and humor. It's all too easy to
|
||
|
|
simply throw down exactly what you're thinking and feeling. It's all too
|
||
|
|
easy to make overt political statements. It's all too easy to live your
|
||
|
|
life thinking you're some hardassed motherfucker who doesn't need nobody.
|
||
|
|
Who knows all the answers and can solve all the chinese puzzle boxes. I'm
|
||
|
|
not just talking about artsy things now, I'm talking about how you choose
|
||
|
|
to live your lives.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
I don't know, maybe I'm totally wrong, but I could never live like
|
||
|
|
you do. I could never start from a point of negated reality and make the
|
||
|
|
conscious decision to stay at the point of negated reality. I could never
|
||
|
|
play the little tricks on myself, pretending like I know about the CRUEL
|
||
|
|
REALITY OF LIFE, pretending like I'm some hard assed motherfucker,
|
||
|
|
pretending that everything sucks, pretending that there's nothing out
|
||
|
|
there in the first place.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
Anyway; I think all I'm trying to say is: don't sell yourselves
|
||
|
|
short. You're probably a lot better human beings than you're willing to
|
||
|
|
let on, and it's a fucking shame to sit around pretending to be some
|
||
|
|
primordial beast who fucks, eats, shits, gets high and dies. It's a
|
||
|
|
waste.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
And you all know how I feel about waste.
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
chapter IV: in which our boys
|
||
|
|
learn to stop worrying
|
||
|
|
and love the bomb
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
\\\\\\|||||//////
|
||
|
|
\\\\\|||||||//////
|
||
|
|
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|
||
|
|
\\\|||||||||||///
|
||
|
|
\\|||||||||||||//
|
||
|
|
\||||||||||||||/
|
||
|
|
| |
|
||
|
|
\ . . / - WELCOME TO HEAVEN
|
||
|
|
| |
|
||
|
|
| ---0 |
|
||
|
|
\__________/
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
(GOD)
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
0
|
||
|
|
\ | /
|
||
|
|
/ \ 0 0 0 0 - YES WELCOME BROTHER
|
||
|
|
\\/ /\/ -|- -|- -|- -|-
|
||
|
|
\ / / \ / \ / \ / \
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
(ANGEL AND FOUNDERS OF AMERICA: GABRIEL, THOMAS
|
||
|
|
JEFFERSON, TOM PAINE, BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, A. BURR)
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
( )
|
||
|
|
--------
|
||
|
|
| .| - IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU
|
||
|
|
| |\
|
||
|
|
---
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
(OLIVER HARDY)
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
_________
|
||
|
|
| |
|
||
|
|
| * * |
|
||
|
|
| * |
|
||
|
|
| _____ | - WOOOOOOHOOOO!!!! PARTY!!!
|
||
|
|
| | PARTTYY!!! BRING ME SOME
|
||
|
|
|_________| BEER!!!! LET'S ROCK!!!
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
(ME, JUBILANT AT GETTING IN)
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
the end.
|
||
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[-------------------------------------------------------------------------]
|
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[ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu HOE #999, BY AIDS - 01/09/00 ]
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