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ggg "Two Large Mochas and a Slice of Tiramisu" ggg
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$$$ by -> Meeyoww $$$
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$$$ $$$
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$$$ (* HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #917 -- 11/30/99 *) .,$$$
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(Note: This is the resulting product of two hours spent
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unwillingly consuming mass amounts of sugar and caffeine in a
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local coffee house. My pen started moving, and didn't stop
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until the coffee was gone, and the plate was clean again.)
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So now I've got a lofty title for an entity not yet completed,
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considering that I'm just beginning it here... and now I've gone and
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committed myself to lofty purpose having called a non-living thing an
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ENTITY! Damn...I need some kind of inspiration..something to provide
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my thirsty soul with enlightenment..looking all around..peering,
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staring, eyes wandering for inspiration. I've spotted a plant, a few
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worn out comfy chairs and WAIT! Hold the phone, ma..I've found
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inspiration after all! I smell coffee..coffee everywhere! It dances
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and wafts through the air stopping only to tickle my nose...tickle my
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Elmo... makes my mouth want to DROOL (drip drip..where is my
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salivation salvation?) like a d-o-g. I'm not one of those of
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course-but am I not elementally similar? Fido's a carbon-based entity
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...I'm a carbon-based entity. Hey! We've got something in common! NO!!
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Can't you see? I'm an *individual*...unique, independent, dissimilar.
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I'm not like you or Fido or ANYTHING...or maybe I am. So much for
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that...I go in circles ...round and round..traveling my own mental
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I-440 complete with pot-holes and speed traps and bad driving- proving
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and disproving and proving again the things that I thought I thought I
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knew, but I know not. ...So I'm going now, my time here is over...I'm
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off to deride pop culture delusions and believe my own disillusions as
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I ride off into the sunset on my silver pig. Here I come. There I go.
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The wild blue yonder doesn't look wild or blue or much like a yonder
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at all...from where I sit. Everything looks gray and purple like a
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bruised cheek on a boxer. Damaged goods and damaged people... our
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imperfections clash like a poorly drawn weather map. My front here,
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your front there...our fronts overlap and you frighten my silver
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piggy. *No one* frightens my piggy and lives to...wait a minute. No
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one scares my piggy because he's not really a pig at all. In fact,
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he's quite a non-mammal, and basically an asexual entity(ENTITY!)I
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guess miracles do happen after all, whip. Get your boat out of my
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driveway. I won't allow it on my highway. It's a rainy day in
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Sunnyville, my friend - flies vomit all the time before they eat, you
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know...and you can't catch many flies with vinegar. So call me Vinegar
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and call it a day. Psst...isn't it ironic how people will talk about
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other people as SOON as they're out of earshot? I think Vinegar needs
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more caffeine now. Bye. (Hold on a minute..when was the last time that
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you saw something printed ending in BYE?) So technically, of
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course...always the technicality, it can't end here...it can only just
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begin or beg or be, since begi isn't a word. Sweet tea cures all ills
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and summertime woes. Cappacino steam fills my cavities (all but two,
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and you can thank the deity of your choice *here*)while my mind floats
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down the sugar cane river ...and my imaginary piggy -let's call him
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Beep!-sits at my feet doing his famous chameleon routine. Today, he's
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an executive, he tells me (he's asexual, so I suppose he's more of an
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IT than a he..) and it (he..hahah!)smokes a cigar and says
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"blahblahoinkblahblah" in a louder than normal voice, and it begins to
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do the rrrrrrrrrrrhumba! Sa-cha-cha-cha! He, er...it dances across the
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icy tiles of the floor dropping teeny-weenie (it hates it when I talk
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about weenies)flecks of silver on the ground..and it whirls and it
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twirls...a porcine dervish...disrupting all cellular communication as
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it spins faster and FASTER into a large (HUGE) atmospheric
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disturbance...where it (HE! haha!) clashes with your front and my
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front... and we all begin again (but next time, I'll let you pick out
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the colors). Beep beep! Kinda makes you think..
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #917 - WRITTEN BY: MEEYOWW - 11/30/99 ]
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