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ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #814
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`888' `888' d8P' `Y8b `888' `8
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888 888 888 888 888 "The Wise, Old Flower
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888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8 (Part 2)"
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888 888 888 888 888 " by Aster and Mogel
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888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 9/1/99
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o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8
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"Sometimes I eat tofu, but I don't even know what that is!! Who runs
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China??? Does tofu come from China???" These were the questions that
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haunted the darkest blackest nightime shadows of the forest below.
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The little flower was still so mad about what was happening to her
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story, but she was more mad at herself. She seemed to have no control over
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her emotions at all and would make sudden choices which was also very
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silly. This little flower didn't like to be silly, no sir, so she went
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down to the seashore and thought about it a long long time and fifty-two
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minutes past and her brain made a noise like this:
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ummf! umf! ummmmf!
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And then she decided that it was no longer time to be silly, so she
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took a walk back to the Wizard's place but on the way she ran into Dot and
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Dot smiled and grinned. Dot was crazy and thought this little flower was
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really some tasty food for it to eat.
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so dot munched the flower up! right in one swallow! the little
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flower swam around inside the stomach of the funny fow and it was much like
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being tarred and feathered. yikes! bleh. blah. she she built herself a
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raft or chiken bones with feathers for a sail. only after the painful
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making of this sail did she realize that there was no use what normal fox
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has wind in his stomach. so she banged her head against the wall untill
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she fell asleep.
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she dremt about little flowers and books and clouds and purses and
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storms and ice and family and christmas and thanks giving and colors and
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paper and sicciors and all sorts of other thing. dot awoke when a small
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rodent taped her on the shoulder.
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Dot's belly was completely empty. Maybe the flower had escaped?
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She noticed that the rodent had a little note attached. It said, "that
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wasn't very nice, but sometimes...."
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"Sometimes??" Dot questioned. "Sometimes WHAT?"
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Dot decided that she should search out this crafty little flower and
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get some answers. Dot spent days and days searching and searching for this
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little flower, each night being more and more tormented with questions.
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"Sometimes could mean anything!!@!" he cried out. Apparently Dot
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was an obsessive-compulsive. He also believed that the sky was yellow.
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I like yellow. The little flower likes yellow. Yellow is a good color.
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He put on a giant yellow hat that fit over his whole body and walked around
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banging into trees. "Can somebody please help me?" he called out.
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then one day in a hole he walked and out a snake he came. he was a
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snake now his hat was gone and his purse so he went to the door and asked
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for a bed and went to the next and asked for some food and went to the
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next and asked for a pillow and a toothpick! and the next for a pear!
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and the next for a watch
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and a tool!
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and a blade of grass!
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and a crayon of yellow!
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or red!
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with stripes!
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or dots.
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and then down came the curtain, explained the wise old flower, but
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the story isn't over. and so the dot went to the man and said "give me a
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penny?"
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"NO! I HATE FLOWERS!" said the man.
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"But why?" asked poor, little Dot.
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"FLOWERS RUINED MY FAMILY BUSINESS!!!" He was very angry.
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Dot suggested he go find out why the flowers would do this. Flowers
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seemed to be a big part of his life now. Soon he started crying but it
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wasn't tears of sadness, it was tears of lemonaide and thousands of happy
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ants began collecting his tears in tiny little mugs and drinking and getting
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very silly and they made sculptures out of lint and sang songs about
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ancient Egypt.
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Summer is very hot, hotter than Egypt, and the tears began to flow
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into rivers and the ants got washed away and died but it was so hot that
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everything dried up and got very tired and layed around on their sofa all
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day saying "it's so hot! it's so hot!" and they all began to get very sick
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and prayed for rain.
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rain rain rain rain rain RAIN RAIN RAIN
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blip.
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mip.
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poo!
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and back again in the house where he was born or some odd or
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something and in the bed and in the sink and in the little man who winks
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blinks
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dinks
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and he met the fink on the edge of the road overlooking the valley
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where the green things grow.
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and horses and bugs
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and birds and trees
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and away and here and to the sky.
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This was all part of Dot's dream. It ended with a vision. It was
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a vision from a very wise, old flower. It said:
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"sometimes.... NOTHING!"
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GRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HE GROWLED WITH GREAT GUSTO!!!!!!!!!!
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TRICKERS MUST DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Dot ate everything in sight and began grossly overweight and ate
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everything out of sight too and eventually he started eating outer space
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and inner space and eventually he ate his own belly up and all that was
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left was a martini, a bar of soap, seventeen little asters, and a one very
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special mysterious book left from the ancient park library made for the
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animals.
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and so the little asters took a bath and got drunk based their
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entire religion on that one silly book. which was quite silly for religion
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is silly and the book was and a little dead red potato after all. quite a
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silly notion but then they found a bridge off which to jump and a river to
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drown in and a little piece of drift wood to be carried out to sea with
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and there they floated untill they fell off the end of the world into the
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long abyss.
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and later, when the trees grew around the medow, and right up to
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the top of all the mountains and the sun sank and the sky fell.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #814 - BY: ASTER AND MOGEL - 9/1/99 ]
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