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Crossing our I's and dotting our T's it's A.T.I.
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"Hi, I'm Jim Palmer, a multi-millionaire sports
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has-been. Yet I'm feeling incredibly needy these
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days. So I'm commissioned by The Money Store for
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yet another year. Don't I make a lovely metaphor
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for the USA here in 1998???
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AAAAAACTIVISTAAAAA issue June
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TTTTTTTIMESTTTTTTT # 27
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IIIINDUSTRIESIIIII 134 1998
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Well, this issue was an easy one to put out. Lots
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of participation. We like that.
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Numbers run should be fun, as well should the poems.
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Enjoy. Have an ice week.
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XPrimeAnarchisTX
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Prime Expounds Further, (Lilith and Glastonbury):
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I'm in one of those "wow," moods.
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I have to put a book down every line or two.
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I have to stop to say "wow."
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Each word effects me twice as muchly.
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Prob 'cause I've been watchin' 2 much TV.
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Not enough books.
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I need to watch more books lately.
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It works the other way around too, you know.
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Go a whole month on no television; you'll see...
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When they say you need a car, you REALLY NEED a car.
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It's like with too much hallucinogen.
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Something orange is more orange than it ever was before.
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The purples are "purpler" than purple itself.
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Wow.
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I think I'll go weed the garden for a few hours.
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I like Janet Buck's poems and want to see more.
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Tell her, please.
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MICHAEL GELFAND
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Y2K Compliant Since MCMLV
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(ed. note: read on, we listened 2 U 4 sure.)
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/____________ Prime Anarchist
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\ Is Not An Actor
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Dear ATI:
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Stop including appeals for money. It cheapens you and could
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set you up for pure and innocent duplicity. Maybe its the
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cynic in me but I don't trust anyone that asks for cash
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over the net. Wasn't it Oral Roberts who said, and I paraphrase,
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"You must give me 40 gazillion dollars by the end of the month or
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God will take me." Knock yourself Oral, and anyone else
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who uses this political forum to gather cashola. I'll pass....
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-- The Kid from Beantown
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(ed. note: sorry. We should'be been more clear with that letter
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last week. ATI stood to gain no money from it whatsoever. Aron
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K.; the yippie pie in the eye guy; was asking for donations and/or
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loans to get to this year's national Rainbow Family of Living Light
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gathering in Arizona, which is going on as we speak. TAP/YIPL helped
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out Cap 'N Crunch, Abbie Hoffman, Cheshire Catalyst and others when
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they were in need, we figured "who better'n ATI to carry on the
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tradition?" Thanks, Kid from Beantown, for calling us on that.)
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Editor in Chief, eh? That scared me at first, I wasn't sure who that
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was! Anyway, glad to see you liked some of my humor...! Have a good
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Thursday!
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Cheryl
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()()()()()()
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we are ATI
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()()()()()()
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Courage Earwigs
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by Janet Buck
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(It was requested she "perform" an encore.)
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Courage is a nasty earwig.
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I have yet to train its pinchers.
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Sweating crippled is a glass
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like water dripping off a dolphin.
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The big, bad bulge of fortitude
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and passion steered toward fitting in.
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Underneath is black and blue
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and blistered by the wisdom cords.
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The art fart is a panacea.
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Syllables are iodine.
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Clean the wounds; prevent infection.
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Yet, they wouldn't much exist
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if you had folded listen blankets,
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coldly stuffed them in the closet,
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made me walk alone in pain.
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Puppies on a leash refraining
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from immersing in the waves.
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Shadows of "disabled" stink.
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They're rotted fish on beaten shores.
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Just like milk and veins in shrimp.
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Their stench, an omnipresent threat.
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Wheelchairs are albatrosses.
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I am rolling on my own.
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Squirting stoic on my leg
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like foamy creme of blessing clouds.
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Motion is the Id demanded.
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Shaving slowly what remains.
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My Favorite Demons
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by Janet I. Buck
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Crippled is a bed of hay.
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You make a choice.
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Rot away in monsters trained
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by hives of very normal eyes.
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Wear the glove of agony
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like polish on your fingernails.
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Or build yourself a courage nest
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of swimming hard against its current.
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Some of us will live disabled.
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Others dance around the curse.
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There was never breathing space
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in hopping up a flight of stairs.
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My favorite demons, well,
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were these: my brothers' bikes,
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my sister's teddies sprouting thighs.
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Barbie Dolls and roller skates.
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Phones that didn't ring enough when
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evenings for a dance approached.
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Pairs of skis all bundled up
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and put in place like
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candy canes on Christmas trees.
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These were gourmet jelly beans.
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I couldn't stop to lick and look.
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Art is acorns growing something.
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Damn, I wish it had a name.
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Inspiration's cookie jar has
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been my bones they flat removed
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like crusts of bread for dinner guests.
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If you wonder why I write,
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you are deaf to reason trains.
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And syllables you see above
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are useless vitriolic splatter
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from a wasted inner-quest.
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Dirty Shirts
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by Janet I. Buck
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We had planned this trip for months.
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A getaway that dripped romance.
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The fairy tale of traveling had
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prickled thorns of miles to walk,
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but there would be such juice within
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like watermelons wishful tapped.
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Pop the top on credit cards.
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Stroll the paths of shopping malls.
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Museums with their marble stairways.
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Freezer packs. Adventure calling.
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Seemed to be a promise chill
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in coolers of our innocence.
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The city was a maze of tubes.
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Catheters to nowhere really.
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Expectation's chocolate chips
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were melting in the gray regret.
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The lobby of the city's bowels
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drew us both like passing flies.
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There was nothing there for us.
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Buildings just cemented down
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as posts attached to rotted teeth.
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Summer had its weeds at home.
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Trees that sagged, their curls brushed.
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Mowing lawns and other chores
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would taste a little sweeter now.
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Motion here had Arctic breezes.
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I would pine for mounds of dirt.
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Christmas stockings of the country.
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Matted hair in place of bald.
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Naivet<EFBFBD> gives nasty bites
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and I would beg the plane to leave.
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Home was peppermint awaiting.
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Urban stinks like dirty shirts.
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()()()()()()
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we are ATI
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()()()()()()
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Just Another Albatross
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by Janet I. Buck
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Around the neck of summer days,
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baby strollers rolling by.
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Very jealous hoolahoops
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were sliding down my bitter hips.
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A poster nailed to the pole
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said:
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"Yard Sale
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Baby/Children
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Everything Must Go!
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1930 Arbor Lane"
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I knew it had to be a joke.
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An oversight like modifiers
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in an accidental slot
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of stanza cartons for an egg.
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No one throws such
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golden blessings to the wolves.
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I turned the corner anyway
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and pushed the pedal to the floor.
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Just in case absurdity would
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be another tank of gas.
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Got to thinking, sadly, judging.
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This is what adoption does.
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Those baby booties on the dash
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of windows in department stores.
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They wouldn't sting so badly
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(would they?) had I had ten lively toes
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of wiggle, giggle in my arms.
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If more had known the cave of sterile,
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they'd have held their bundled joy
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in postures cupping gratitude.
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I would. I know. I hope.
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God forgive me if I didn't.
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Romancing stones of hollow wombs
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becomes the art of wisdom cords.
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To: ATI@etext.org
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"Because e-mail can be altered electronically,
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the integrity of this communication cannot be guaranteed."
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From: hardball <hardball@cnbc.com>
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########### P A P
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# numbers # / / /
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# 10:45pm # Prime Anarchist Productions numbers run
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########### 4 issue 134. 4 U. 4 ever.
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http://www.frontpagemag.com
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http://www.killyourtv.com
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http://members.aol.com/mrngsunris
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http://members.aol.com/apoetspen
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http://members.tripod.com/~poetgirl
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http://www.thepentagon.com/primeanarchist
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http://www.angelfire.com/wi/kokopeli
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Like Billy Bragg, ATI has been doing
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Woodie Guthrie covers since 1988.
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Usage #432
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by RAW
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Fnord (v) -to navigate a browser through countless conspiracy
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theories while listening to Charles Manson, David Koresh, and
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Louis Farrakhan albums on headphones.
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()()()()()()
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we are ATI
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()()()()()()
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I'm rooting for Luna. More ways than you can imagine. "Possiblemente"
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more Lunas than you knew existed. This Luna I talk about today plays
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wing and center for Mexico's World Cup soccer team. He doesn't wear
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a Nike Swoosh on his shirt and he doesn't punch umpires. His team is
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down 2-0 right now under Holland's team.
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If he can get a couple goals without getting clipped for offsides
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they'll win an exciting match.
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Aside from that, Mexico's being dominated pretty heavily.
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More ways than we can ever know.
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Alguien dijo "buy nothing?"
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Alguien dijo "quadruple canopy rainforest??
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Did somebody say where's the beef?
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Did somebody say e-coli?
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Did somebody say Ted Nugent has the IQ of crabs?
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/____________ Prime Anarchist
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\ Is Not An Actor
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(PAWN) - White Phosphorus Springs, W.V. - STICKING AROUND by the edge.
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Ziff-David, along with Prime Anarchist Products, makers of bad cleaning
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agents, yahooism (tm) and sticky surfboards announced a new car product
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this morning.
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Bug-Out (tm) Coat your auto with ths product.
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Main ingred: Fecal Coliform, DDT and Olean.
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Insects, sand, hail, hitch-hikers and any other foreign objects will
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stick to it, vaporize and then disappear into thin air. You will have
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a clean car with no more effort for the next 20 years.
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</big> Warning: Do not park over storm drains. May cause cramps,
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migraines, miscarriage, cholera and grumpiness.
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(PAWN)-WASHINGTON STATE, WA. MACROSOFT WINS EYEBROWS AWARD
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Prime Anarchist. Special to Prime Anarchist World News.
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William "Duke" Neukom, Macrosoft vice precedent for loincloths
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and co-operative affairs, domestic and incestuous, won "bushiest
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eyebrows" in Redmond AND the semi-annual VBits "just browsing" award
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on the same day in New York City, making him the first US diplocrat
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to breed loathing, discontent AND resentment on both coasts in the same
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evening.
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"Mine are bigger," said H Ross Perot Wednesday.
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"I can lick my own," said Monika Kaszinski.
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"Sometimes I have to trim 'em or I inhale them," said William
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Jevverson Klingon.
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Newt "Eye Of" Gingrich said he burned his off in a cigar accident.
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Macrosoft hailed the award. It "affirms the central principal that
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every red-blooded American wants to pull 60-80 hours a week to gross
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$50K a year and spend about 80K a year so they can owe all the banks
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that owe me money."
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"That way I get half."
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"Besides, they get free java."
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Duke Neukom could not be reached for comment, but his secretary did
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mention that he is an avid fan of ATI and reads it with the grunge kids
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and the gen-Xers in the bathrooms all over Seattle.
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-23-
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"Sometimes it's hard to avoid the happines of others."
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-- Northern Exposure's DJ, Chris in the Morning.
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/what do the phollowing products have in common? /
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/Bull's Eye BBQ sauce, Philadelphia Cream Cheese /
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/International Coffees, Mueslix, Stove Top Stuff /
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/Doritos, Athenos Feta, Mac n Cheese, Grape-nuts /
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/Kool-Aid, Sanka, Maxwell House, Cheez Whiz, /
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/Shake n Bake, Cracker Barrell, Tang, MiracleWhip/
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/Toblerone, Jell-O, Minute Rice, and Oscar Mayer!/
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They are all owned by the world's largest /
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tobacco company. (disclaimer, ATI is neither /
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"for" nor "against" tobacco, just that we /
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felt you ought to know.) /
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()()()()()()
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we are ATI
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()()()()()()
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D.
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a poem by prime anarchist
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I hear your voice
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And have a feeling
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You haven't yet found it.
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Do you know how good it is?
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Has it "hit" you yet?
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4, feedback is the necessary evil.
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I hear your voice--
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A good feeling.
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32
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ibid.
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If you floss you shall live longer.
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Not for the flossing -
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But for that you ARE doing it.
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Count to 15.
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Then back down to one.
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Some break it down into quadrants.
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Perhaps they're missing two very great
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Moments:
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Going there; coming back.
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"The journey IS the destination
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Says my lampshade.
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Not the first light I've listened to.
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Won't be the last.
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If you listen to your light
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You will live more deliberately.
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Listen.
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32.
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Hear it?
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See it?
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()()()()()()
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we are ATI
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()()()()()()
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Short Rhetorical Poem
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by Onion Set
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Desire college degree
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For other than securing
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"good" job
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I.
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Only left?
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JUNE NOON OBSERVATION
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a poesy
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We may just be
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A couple purchases away
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From the whole world
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Smelling
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Like
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People shit.
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An Open Letter to Bill Clinton (and whoever you turn over your
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famous gold-leafed briefcase to year after next...)
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(yes as per usual, Frucht doesn't give a rat's aggravation whether
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s/he's a demican or a republicrat.)
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By January 11, 2000 the entire web is going to suffer between 1/3
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and 2/3 packet loss.
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Naturally, as a subset, that means 30-70 percent of military data
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will BOUNCE.
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(trust me, I'm a hacker. I know these things.)(Nothing I've done
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or anyone I know for that matter -- it'll happen of its own volition.)
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Year 2000 is going to be the official discussion of the 2000
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inauguration exit briefing. (unless of course, another Demipublican
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in true Reaganite form gets in and, grabbing the brief case, utters his
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nowfamous "Eat shit, Southern Baptist commie democrat ignoramus." rant,
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walking into the fascist sunset.
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Trust me I'm a hacker, I know these things. Read Carter's autobio
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and then the 5,000 emails Edwin Meese tried to delete. (yes, 1979-1982)
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(sorry so many parentheses lately.) =)
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Are you ready for this?
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(this is the only way I know how to transfer this info without pulling
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a unapooper.)
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SOLICIT THE VOLUNTEER AID OF HAM RADIO OPERATORS.
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It's that easy, president.
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They bailed you out of hurricanes, floods, and earthquakes.
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Why not Y2K? Have them ready to traceroute and relay up to half of
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the potential packet loss as early as middle December 1999.
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Oh, and don't believe a word Senator Lieberman says. He knows about as
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much about technological advances as the guy that patented the wheel and
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fire.
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()()()()()()
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we are ATI
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()()()()()()
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