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$$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1092
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[-- $$""b. $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --]
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "The Outcome of A Sperm Donation"
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ *or* "The Shit They Put on mp3.com!"
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by Kaia [06/14/00]
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[-- $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ -- ------------------------------------------- --]
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$$ $$ "TssT" "TssT"
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-The preamble.-
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I believe that if a man is young, bright, inquisitive, and has a
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good ear/enjoys listening to music, then he probably possesses an aptitude
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for making music from slightly off-kilter ambient sounds: unordinary
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sounds from unorthodox objects. He probably also owns at least one article
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of used and disgusting and (likely also highly dangerous) clothing, case in
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point:
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-The sweater.-
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Like the old skinhorse, the sweater had been loved into a loose,
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shabby gray weave. After being munched by crickets breeding in the
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untouchables-pile at a Goodwill dropoff site then rejected as a stolen
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pillow tossed off a bridge by a homeless man with fleas, the sweater washed
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ashore on Three Mile Island amidst a spill of heavy metals that transformed
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it from pearly-blue to iridescent pink to an even duller gray, duller than
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the night of day, until it got sucked into a sewer drain and spit out again
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in La Jolla, California.
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-The man.-
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"We don't make embryos just to kill them," the mulleted man said,
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his pearly-blue eyes bulging from thyroid sickness unknown. "We merely
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use the ones ready-made, in vitro clinic rejects on death row. But we keep
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them alive in nutrient broth. Call it life extension."
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He shook a test tube, sloshing around some straw-colored liquid --
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one hundred thousand embryos pirouetting together in chicken soup.
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"God.. they'll probably end up tomorrow's vegeterians," I joked, "if
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they ever make it out of the machine."
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-A Rube Goldbergian fantasy.-
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I am a human being for I speak in grammars universal. My human
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cells hold two memories: cold, and warm. And the thawing of my heart,
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the beginning of a love affair with chicken broth. For I love to eat. I
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absorb food. My stomach is one cell. I think about cells a lot, using my
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budding brain, which is also one cell. And I love my neighbors! There is
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no competition for resources. We will live forever. We will live forever.
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One day, docking onto the mother ship, I will know blood. But for
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today, my eyespot is beginning to form. I am precious, and warm. In fact,
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I am a perfectly-formed trilaminar entity of beauty.
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& I like to dance. teehee!
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-The amendment.-
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Waltzing and swishing in gentle unison, the embryos experienced up,
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down, and the loop-de-loop through decreasing diameters and increasing
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suction: a joyous carnival ride to death. The embryos fled single file
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from the micro-pipette, which pushed and pulled and smeared and crushed
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and jumbled their rudimentary forms into undifferentiated masses of three
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and four and five cells. As they exited, they screamed bloody murder and
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cried themselves dry.
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-The .mp3.-
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http://www.mp3.com/oembryo
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[ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu HOE #1092, BY KAIA - 6/14/00 ]
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