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243 lines
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LIVE! FROM THE FOX SKYBOX OF CHICAGO'S O'HARE
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INTERNATIONALITY HAIRPORT IT'S ATI! Activist
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Transworld Illinois. Issue 235? 236? ("Away
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from home ya just nevah know" fix it later...)
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235 300700
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_ || ' happy
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< \, =||= \\ hippy,
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/-|| || || hooha's
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(( || || || eh?
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\/\\ \\, \\ Now
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you're talkin!
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WHAT IS THE SOUND OF ONE HAND PRAYING?
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[ask a mastermason]
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Hey Al Gore, gotta ask you again...
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I suppose now's not a good time to bring up HR2911, huh?
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Greeting, I'm prime, and this is the 'zine for
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Monday: the thirty onest of July.
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AND NOW AN ATI RANTICLE -
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"Miss Delgado, miss Sylvia Delgado. There is a message
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FOR you."
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Airport network weather:
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Back into the 90's.
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All cars illegally parked will be searched, stripped and
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sold real cheap on the black market.
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Get Van Heusen's hippy look from the fall/winter2000
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runway for just 1100 dollars U.S.
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To Use
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1. Wave in front of sensor
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2. Wait for fresh cover to encircle seat.
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3. Seat now ready to use.
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Old plastic cover is destroyed and never used again!
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Scrub, quality, intensity, focus, Chicago, Ill.
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I believe the operative word here is "destruido."
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So what're the chances Danny Partridge has a brother?
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They're paging Leon Bonaduce here. Peru turned violent
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and deadly as protesters tried to keep Brad Pitt and
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Jenifer Aniston from getting married.
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...because at ATI we want you to know...
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Dick Cheney, the added-value candidate.
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Let's see there's the m-1 tank, the m16 gun, and the
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mi6 deathsquad. Yup. Added value alright.
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All new, with extra defense budget, and retsin (tm)
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for fresh breath and gingevitis.
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Tony Bennett almost went down in a Concorde last nite.
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Waving to paparazzi he had this worried look on his face
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which might have been that of fear had he not been so
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tanked up on Ibogaine, Imiprimine, Viagra and Prilosec.
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Concord made its first publicly known emergency landing
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just a week after its first deadly crash. Hmm... telling.
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Because here at Phillip Morris, we're spinning it well
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so you don't have to. Would you like fries with your mind
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mush?
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LADYBUGZ AND GENDARMES, THE WORLD'S SHORTEST ATI
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NUMBERS RUN...
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http://phonelosers.net/ir/text/ir017.txt
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http://www.mp3.com/misnomer
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http://marcocapelli.iuma.com
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LETTUCE
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No lettuce section today. We're on the road, and
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we'll have to put last week's letters into next week's
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zine. You still with me here? Good.
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THOUGHT:
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There'll be songs to sing in a dog-eared Fake-Book.
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Wow, I found another sheet-music book real cheap
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because it was missing some of the first few pages.
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Everything else is still intact besides that. Gonna be
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a good study. Some of these are much older than the
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ones I've worked with before too, so it's got some
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tunes in it I've been looking for all these years.
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Of course, some I haven't been looking for all these
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years as well. This is a 1936 copyright. Hold your nose
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for this one. Page 56. "Ten Little Niggas."
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Page 40 "Old Suzanna" with the verse that rhymes "ribber,"
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with "nigga."
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Need I go on? Puh-leez. Where have we come from? Where
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are we going. You're all having your own little personal
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Kodak moments out there and here I am facing Little Black
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Sambo.
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/
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& Now a very short word-play report on Philly2000.
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\
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I'm not big on conventions. I like to find my own way.
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/
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Better read that again, you didn't get it.
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We end this issue of ATI with a poem. About as
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unfinished as my life thus far. I guess I'll have
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to leave the finish work for carpenters, painters
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or thieves, eh?
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I call it Grampa (honoring the song made famous
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by Winona Judd)(or trying to, anyhow. Just be
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glad I didn't pick Achey Breaky, eh?)
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I remember lemons when you died.
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My sister called me standing with my suitcase on
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One shoulder, my Abbiebag on the other.
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What was in my left hand when you died?
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I don't remember. I know the right hand
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Put down
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A bag of organic Florida lemons to
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Answer the phone.
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Take a deep breath.
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I knew who it was.
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No. You take a breath.
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I took one, but I'm telling
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You to...
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I felt what sister was about to say. The only
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News it brought me besides the confirmation
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Was how many minutes ago
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I remember lemons when you died.
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I remember white lambskin envelope-looking
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Aprons when you died. Or when you died again.
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How many times DID you die? Do Masons die
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Extra? I'll never know. But I could have asked,
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Huh?
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Besides lemons and lambskin, I remember
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Evergreens when you died. Part of one in a
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Ziplock bag.
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I remember thinking they should've used
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Tupperware. Supperware, that tupperware,
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Perfect for evergreen bodybags.
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I'm surprised they didn't gnaw on your skull,
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Grampa.
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I remember lemons when you died, and the
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Aforementioned lambskin, and luckycharms.
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I remember hand gestures, like praying with
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Only one hand. The right one; not the right
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Way, if you ask me, but who asked me, so
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I'll shut up now.
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I remember spooky wooky hand gestures to
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Honor you and send you off to the grand master
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Architect of the universe.
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What universe? What universe do I remember
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When you died? I'm honestly not sure.
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Sure I remember lemons when you died, I also
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Remember lectures on the rose cross. Made me
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Shiver, like liver. No, I don't remember liver
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When you died, but I wrote that because it
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Begins with 'l'
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NO OTHER REASON
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I remember when you died, there was a church
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Your followers took over.
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Or a ghost of a church. It was dead long before
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You killed it, wasn't it? I'm for certain -
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Someone didn't wish to give you THAT pleasure.
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Who IS this grand master architect of the universe
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Anyhow? And what is she building?
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Maybe Pfizers? Or just the Viagra itself? All the
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Poets in the world couldn't get wacked out enough
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On Myth and Metaphor to grasp what the hell you're
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Talking about you stupid friggin abusive fascisto-racist
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Sexist new world order knights of the kleegle kluggle
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Klamjuice korporate slaves!
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You didn't kill my grampa when he died at 93
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About as inner-circle as any old swede ever
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Could so I can't blame you that, and I can't
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Fault you for trying to cultify that old
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Deacon out of his real family into your strange-
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Ass secret society, pretending for moral
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Character. Karakter, schmarikter, but you sure did
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Gnaw on his skull for more than half a century.
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For that I will never let you go.
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I remember lemons when my grampa died.
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Organic, expensive as hell living breathing
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Lemons like the ones picked right from a TREE
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In sunny, runny, honeymoney florida lemons. Lemons
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Like the ones with seeds you have to spit out lest
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You swallow 'em and grow a TREE in your belly.
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Lemons, Grampa. I remember lemons, and things you'd
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Always taught me about deep breathing, and living
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Long and steady, and charred blue english muffins
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And chocolate milk and mountains with magicians and
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.take me back to better times.
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.and paint us a picture.
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. of a long time ago.
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.everything is changing fast.
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.we call it . progress.
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BUT I JUST DON'T KNOW
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