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oo FREEDOM issue issue #3 oo
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oo October 1991 oo
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oo UU UU N N PPPPPP L AAAAAA SSSSS TTTTTT II CCCCCC oo
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oo ....... the unplastic news ........ oo
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oo america's active global peace press-------->> oo
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______________________________________________________________________________
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"A facility for quotation covers the absence of original thought." - D. Sayers
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"when I am old I would like to have a wife and to children a
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boy and a girl and a big house and to dogs and freedom"
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Moagi
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8 Years Old
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From Soweto, South Africa
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Sent from Africa
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by our friend Linda Jacobson
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<linda@frcs.Alt.ZA>
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()()()()()()()()()(()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
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Freedom is an open door on holiday.
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()()()()()()()()()(()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
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"Democracy is cancerous, and bureaus are its cancer. A bureau
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takes root anywhere in the state, turns malignant like the
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Narcotic Bureau, and grows and grows, always reproducing more
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of its own kind, until it chokes the host if not controlled
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or excised. Bureaus cannot live without a host, being true
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parasitic organisms. (A cooperative on the other hand CAN live
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without the state. That is the road to follow. The building
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up of independent units to meet the needs of people who
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participate in the functioning of the unit. A bureau operates
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on the opposite principle of inventing needs to justify
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the existence.) Bureaucracy is wrong as cancer, a turning away
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from the human evolutionary direction of infinite potentials and
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differentiation and independent spontaneous action, to the
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complete parasitism of a virus."
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William S. Burroughs
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NAKED LUNCH
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Grove Press, 1959
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The Postwar Blues
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Well I have got the idealism hangover blues
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Cause when I try to stop the war I loose.
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I went to the demonstration
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And I gave my big oration,
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But I could've stayed in bed and took a snooze.
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Now they have dropped a lot of bombs on old Baghdad,
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And made a lot of people dead, and sad.
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The laser bombs kept falling
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And the carnage was appalling.
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Now folks 'round here all tell me that they're glad.
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rev etc
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<rev@function.mps.ohio-state.edu>
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"I don't take many photos. I wasn't sure why until
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last night when I remembered my box. There is a
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box, of the sort that most people keep old photos
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in, in a closet in Arizona. The box is filled with
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bits of useless crap. Contents include the obligatory
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pieces of string and a broken 45 record, some
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jingle bells on two safety pins, a couple of dog-
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eared play scripts, and other things not quite
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so identifiable. Each of the objects in that
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box of crap signifies something or someone that
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had a profound effect on me in one way or another.
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They are scraps of my life. I don't take many
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photos."
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Jenny Jacobs
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<jennyh@jacobs.CS.ORST.EDU>
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Freedom is ten of something big and five
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of something small.
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"You ain't been in this house ten seconds and already you starting something."
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"Takes two, Big Mamma."
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"Well, don't let your mouth start nothing that your ass can't stand.
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When you gonna get married? You need to have some babies. It'll
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settle you."
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"I don't want to make somebody else. I want to make myself."
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Toni Morrison
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SULA
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A Plume Book, 1973
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"Free your mind
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and your ass will follow.
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The Kingdom of Heaven is within."
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Funkadelic
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from the album "Free Your Mind and..."
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+_0(8&*(8&65$32123#$%^&**7^%$#4%65^&&***(((0)(867654$##@!#@$4#233233445454$$$
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"I looked up the word politics in the dictionary
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and it's really a combination of two words --
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poly, which means many, and tic, which means
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blood suckers."
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Jay Leno
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+_0(8&*(8&65$32123#$%^&**7^%$#4%65^&&***(((0)(867654$##@!#@$4#233233445454$$$
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Freedom is an odor which slips
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in through your ear.
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"Ideas in Modern Russia are machine-cut blocks coming
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in solid colors; the nuance is outlawed, the interval
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walled up, the curve grossly stepped."
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Vladimir Nabokov
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"The Demos staff [Demos' RELCOM (RELiable COMmunication)] had
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learned of the coup around 6 AM on the 19th, and immediately
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began sending political information to the Soviet Union and
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the outside world. By 12:30 PM, Moscow time, I was reading a
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news release from the independent Soviet news agency Interfax.
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Although outlawed by the junta, news from Interfax, the Radio
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Moscow World Service, the Russian Information Agency,
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Northwest Information Agency (Leningrad), and Baltfax was
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disseminated by RELCOM throughout the coup attempt."
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"If these dogs win, for certain they'll throw us
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in prison -- we distributed the proclamation from
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Yeltsin and the Moscow and Leningrad Soviets throughout
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the entire Soviet Union, together with the
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communiques from Interfax...Greetings from the underground."
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excerpts from an electronic article by:
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Larry Press <LPRESS@ISI.EDU> entitled:
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A Computer Network for Democracy & Development
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The following are excerpts from correspondence
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between Igor Shulz in Kaliningrad &
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Todd Tibbetts in Wallingford
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during the months of august and september, 1991.
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Igor,
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Tell me about the coup. We get filtered info here.
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-- tt
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Todd,
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If today you could ask any Russian, "What do you think about IT."
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9 out of ten will guess that "IT" means the coup attempt. It was
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a great eruption actually. On the 19th of August, as usual, I
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turned on the radio. (Radio "Liberty" financed by US Congress)
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And then, in silence, my wife and her father and myself heard
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ten minutes of news. Oh! Mama Mia! The great stupid country. The
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great stupid people! Once more! Vengry 1956, Hruchev 1964,
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Praha 1968, Afganistan 1978, and...now, once more. Poor old
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foolish Gorbathev.
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I said, "Piggs!"
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My wife said, "Piggs!"
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Her father said, "Fucked piggs!" He is a pretty old man.
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My daughter of 7-months said nothing.
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I say, "May you find at least one good thing about the SYSTEM
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in which people are not willing to be lucky, rich and happy,
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but are willing to stay alive."
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-- Igor
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Igor,
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How did the Idiocy of "The Persian Gulf War" look through your eyes?
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Plus, we hear stories of the SU consumers having a tough time
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getting goods for survival. How are you doing?
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Stop by Connecticut sometime and I'll get us a pizza.
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-- tt
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Todd,
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About "Persian Gulf War": It isn't most bloody war. Besides, it's
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too dangerous to permit a barbarian to have free actions. War is awful,
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but endless attempts to persuade made WW2 possible. You must keep
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in mind that the level of humanity in SU have been fallen constantly.
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In the morning I saw in shop the battle for a milk packets. It's
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terrible. People become very wicked. My family spent 600-700r
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for food in one month only. (50-60% of people have year
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income of 2000-5000r) I can not imagine how they live on this money.
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My year income is 12,000r. I have not a phone, car, motorcycle...
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but I have two bicycles. I have TV set, which I bought 3 years ago
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for 685r. (now it costs 4000r) Only two of my friends have a VCR
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(8000-12000r) A second-hand car costs 20,000-150,000r. Flat (2-3 rooms)
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is cost 100,000. You may see, that you not soon will have possibility
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to treat me by a pizza.
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-- Igor
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Igor,
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So, what does the SU really think of Americans?
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-- tt
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Todd,
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Ten years ago this is what we believed:
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Poor blacks are die off due to hungry and illness. Most peoples are
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living under bridges in cardboard box homes. And same time
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kapitalist piggs...and so on. Brrr! It's impossible to be living so.
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Now:
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Each American
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-is slim, slender, sunburned;
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-has car for himself, for wife, for babies and little car
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for his dog (of course each year cars change)
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-has his own home. It isn't big - of 10-15 rooms, plus two
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toilet rooms and two bathrooms (for male and female)
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-are living on credit (with delayed payment)
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-has in his home:2-3 phone, 2-3 TV sets, VCR, computer, audio set
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-has shares of South Africa mines
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-has dinner in McDonald. He have supper with his woman in
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restaurant on the Broadway.
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-has rest month on the Havay islands (or, in bad case, on
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Californy beaches)
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-is feeling disregard of everything from abroad (US is excellent
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of all)
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-drinks often, a few, and never get drunk
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-nobody was hearing that American's are reading a book
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-loves American president, American hymn and American flag
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-- Igor
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"If we let people see that kind of thing, there
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would never again be any war." A senior Pentagon
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official, quoted in The New Republic, on why U.S.
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military censors refused to release video footage
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of Iraqi soldiers being sliced in half by
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helicopter cannon fire. -- Newsweek
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Freedom is a salty crunch on tuesday.
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" 'Yes master, yes master,' she answered softly, dropping her
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eyes. But as soon as she was out of the room she began to sing:
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'The white cockroach she marry
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The white cockroach she marry
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The white cockroach she buy young man
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The white cockroach she marry.' "
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Jean Rhys
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Wide Sargasso Sea
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1966
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"You are free and that is why you are lost."
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Franz Kafka
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Some Suess trivia from Alison Chaiken <alison@wsrcc.com>:
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The idea of "green eggs and ham" comes from the all-green
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breakfast served to freshmen at Dartmouth College,
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where Theodore Suess Geisel was a student. Green milk,
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green oatmeal, green oj, green eggs, green ham...
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SHORT FICTION
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TENSE #2
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by
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Todd Tibbetts
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B E G I N N I N G
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On the left side of Court Street a painter (a computer artist)
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cut his finger nails with a Ginsu knife, hacking the nails too
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short, painfully short, as self punishment for not taking his
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art seriously enough. His name was Anthony, but most of his
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women friends called him The Sperm King.
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On the right side of Court Street, Glaslow Construction pounded
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away, erecting a thirteen story mammoth high-rise.
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The construction project serves as a backdrop to our story of
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Court Street. Louie Splatt was foreman of said project, although
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he was about as far from a leader as a taxi driver's
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growl is from Pavoratti. And, speaking of Pavarotti, he is
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who was playing on Louie's stereo box up at the far unfinished
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skeleton-like corner of the thirteenth floor; he is who was playing
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when Louie saw her...or, IT, floating there. Yes, Pavarati was jamming
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when Louie saw that shimmering form in the air. But that is for the
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middle of our story and for this, the beginning part of the
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story, all a reader need know is:
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As the computer painter Anthony "The Sperm King"
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Fleckstein cut at his fingers with the Ginsu, Louie Splatt was
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complaining about his wife again.
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"That bitch packed me chopped liver again!" He yelled
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this to his friend and coworker, Sal. Sal strained his ears
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to hear over the Saws-all and welding moan as it
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crunched up through the temporary plywood floors from the
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12th level below. "Doesn't she know I hate this shit?"
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With that Louie stood, crossed to the open edge of the structure and
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gazed blankly down at Court Street below. He heard the grinding
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of the Saws-all eating through a chunky metal strip. He thought of
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how hard the metal must be and he thought further of how hard the
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saw must be in order to cut that metal. He gave the chopped liver
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sandwich a squeeze. He thought of his wife and how she complained
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nightly about their lack of sex. She did not understand that there
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were too many T.V. channels and too little time.
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A strange quick grinding noise shot up from the floor below
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and the saw sounds stopped suddenly.
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"I hate this shit," Louie screamed as he threw the
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chopped liver sandwich overhand at the street below.
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It waved and summersalted, careening toward the
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earth and peeling apart. Louie stared at the sandwich's
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slow motion plummet and when he sniffed air through
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his gaping hairy nostrils he thought he smelled the
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thickness of a weird summer storm approaching.
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Louie grabbed a sledge hammer and trudged back to work. Later in
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the day he would hear the news that Old One-Eyed Hector had sawed
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his pinky off with the Saws-all that morning on the 12th floor.
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M I D D L E
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The day was Tuesday and Anthony huffed up the 13 flights
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to his studio. The elevator had been out-of-order due to
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some monday night disturbance involving an escaped zoo leopard
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and an Australian nun suffering a nervous breakdown. Anthony
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did not quite get the entire story, he only half listened to the
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doorman while staring blankly at the set of steps he would
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have to climb.
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At his studio door he puffed slightly, pulling his keys from
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deep in his pocket. He pondered while unlocking his door.
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The morning was shaping up to be a strange one. It began
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at Pierre's Breakfast Taco Emporium when Anthony had
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received $37.50 in change after giving the new cashier a
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mere two dollar bill. Then, just before he entered his studio
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building, he stepped firmly on the remains of a chopped liver
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sandwich. At that moment he remembered what his old
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uncle "Zebra" Donald had once told him:
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"Kid, if you don't give respect to woman, you will
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be the chopped liver of the world."
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Two weeks after he said that, "Zebra" Donald joined a Kiwi fruit
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cult and moved to Borneo. Anthony always took anything
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"Zebra" Donald said with a whole shaker of salt...but, at times,
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even maniacs saw the truth, or the outline of truth.
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The knob turned and Anthony was in. He gawked at the piles
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of half-finished artwork and he sighed.
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Then he sighed a second time.
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Across Court Street, morning coffee freshly gulped, Louie
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set to work alone, listening to Pavoratti. His two co-workers
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had called in sick, both having contracted bocholism from a
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bad strain of canned eggplant. So Louie was recording
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measurements by himself.
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Louie later straddled a thin 4x8 plank during his morning
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cigarette break. Under a layer of city smell and through
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the cigarette cloud he caught the scent of feminine perfume.
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Louie turned into the breeze and spied a shimmering
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figure, a wild figure flying in a tease on air above his building.
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This thing was female, her form gliding around the edge of the
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thirteenth floor, circling and dipping. Louie sprang to his feet
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and twisted, arms outstretched, spinning, eyes clasped on the
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swirling magic body in the sky. He was drop jawed. Her breasts
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received his stares through the streaming white diaphanous gown
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clinging closely at her chest and legs. Her limo black hair wisps
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rose, fell and twisted but never tangled. This She-Thing levitated
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and, though her face was nearly translucent, it radiated
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contentment.
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"Wow, look at those tits," Louie sighed. He watched
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how thin material clung at her nipples. To him this
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vision seemed like a centerfold without a staple.
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Strangely, at no point did he wonder who or what
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she might be. He only traced the contours of her front
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with his pupils and drooled slightly.
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On the left side of the street, the computer artist Anthony was
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pushing his mouse. On his three-foot screen, colors were
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not shaping up like he knew they could. He sprang back
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rolling in his chair; turning and standing. HE SAW HER.
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His face and hands pressed up to the glass. He saw calm.
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He smelled serenity. He scanned his view to see if
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anyone else was catching this action.
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"Wow, look at those eyes," Anthony gasped.
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Her eyes, even from across Court Street, shone as slick black
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marbles...as if her pupils had dilated to fill the entire eye, they
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shone blacker than her black black hair. He felt the thing knew
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he was watching her, but the vividness of her awareness
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did not seem awkward or out-of-place. He was involved with
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attempting to smell her through the glass and posed no
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questions.
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After wisking to a spot thirteen stories above the center of Court
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Street, she seemed to rest...hanging calmly on an air pillow.
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Suddenly she rose in a shot toward the sky, beyond the sky,
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toward something unseen and high.
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That moment was when the power clicked off.
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The entire city was without electricity for nine hours.
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Louie reached at the sky, straining to see the pornographic
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figure in the breeze.
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He passed out in a dead sleep on the plywood floor, a cinder
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block as a pillow.
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Anthony saw the shining figure disappear in a cloud. He
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turned to see that the street lights below had ceased to flash
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and traffic was building into a confused mass.
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His lights were out.
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His clocks had stopped.
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But, his computer still chugged with power.
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The last thought he had before passing out was that he didn't
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have an emergency generator for his computer so how could...
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++++-++++
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Anthony and Louie simultainously experienced their first wet
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dreams in over five years on that mysterious tuesday afternoon
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on Court Street. And on that afternoon came a fresh rain which
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washed against the buildings with a patter like spiders
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in tennis shoes.
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E N D
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^^^^^
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On Wednesday morning, the sky was clearing, but still dull.
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The previous day Louie had woke from a dream, confused
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and panting in the new rain. At home on Tuesday night,
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he fought with his wife, slapped her and went to sleep as usual.
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In his bed Louie convinced himself that what he "saw" that
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morning must have been a combination LSD flashback/overtired
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wishful dream, occuring within the wierd electro-magnetic
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pre-storm fury.
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He forced himself into a black, tuneless, dreamless sleep as fast
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as he could. Louie was the kind of person who wanted to die
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soon without having to do it himself.
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Across the street that Wednesday morning, Anthony was working
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feverishly on a series of portraits. He had worked through the night
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without stopping or eating or going to the bathroom. Once he'd woke up
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on the floor in front of the window on Tuesday afternoon with damp
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pants, he was possessed by this passionate desire to create. Anthony
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was positive he had been visited by a kind of muse, a muse whose
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outward appearance was strictly feminine, a muse who left dripping
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trails of mystical orgasm.
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Late Wednesday afternoon, Anthony began to slow up. He sat
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panting and dizzy in front of the monitor and jumped when
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someone touched his shoulder lightly. He spun to see his friend
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Angela standing near him. He had not heard her enter, he was
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involved, but when he saw her he reached out to hold her. He
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squeezed her thick torso from a sitting position, his ear against
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her small breasts. He looked up at her face and saw her
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dimples. At first she was nervous because he was panting, but
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she smiled when he calmed down and unbuttoned her
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shirt. They did not speak, they only fell to the floor
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and laid between loving and screwing. They
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touched and stroked each other alive
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and then they both fainted
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simultainously
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in each other's arms.
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----+----
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On the right side of the street, Louie was fuming. He had called
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his wife during lunch to complain about what she had packed him.
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His wife told him she was leaving to go live with her Aunt
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Grable in Tennesse where she planned to study molecular biology.
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This had enraged Louie. He paced and pounded on the thirteenth
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floor, screaming obscenities and nonsense. How dare
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that woman seek a life of her own, he thought. How dare she fly away.
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Then Louie's foot caught on a brick and sent him toppling.
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As he flew silently over the edge of the structure, he
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screamed, "Eat Me You biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..."
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He landed thirteen floors below, his head splitting in four pieces
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atop a USA Today paper box.
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Needless to say, he died.
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What Anthony and Louie saw that tuesday afternoon, what they
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saw shimmering in the cool air, may have been an angel or a muse
|
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or a flashback or nothing at all. Or maybe there is some truth
|
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to the ghost legend of Mrs. Applehammar, who died 13 years before
|
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in a bizarre umbrella duel with a fully-dressed happy-faced clown.
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Whatever it was, there lives a little birdie who will testify that on a
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cloudy wednesday afternoon on Court Street, there trickled a giggle in
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the breeze, a feminine giggle which smelled like rain. That
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giggle scoughed at the old fallen man and smiled at the young man
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embraced in an after-love lock on the left side of the street.
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I know this because that little birdie told me.
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tt 91
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______________________________________________________________________________
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"The only man who is really free is the one who can turn
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down an invitation to dinner without giving any excuse."
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Jules Renard
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"Now you are free. The knowledge that my father was not there
|
|
ever, any more, that he was not simply hidden by walls and steel
|
|
grilles; this disembowling childish dolour that left me
|
|
standing in the middle of them all needing to whimper, howl,
|
|
while I could say nothing, tell nobody: suddenly it was
|
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something else. Now you are free.
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I was afraid of it: a kind of discovery that makes one go
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deadcold and wary.
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What does one do with such knowledge?"
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Nadine Gordimer
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Burger's Daughter
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Penguin Books, 1979
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Freedom is a joint rolled in
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toilet paper.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"I don't give a shit what happens. I want you to stonewall it,
|
|
let them plead the Fifth Amendment, coverup or anything else, if
|
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it'll save the plan."
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Richard Nixon
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Oval Office Tapes
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?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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T O P T E N R O C K A L B U M S
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OF
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ALL
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TIME
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compiled by
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Thalonious Platypus
|
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(The Unplastic News on-the-spot reporter)
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"This list pays homage to those who broke free of societal
|
|
expectations, to those who found freedom in their own
|
|
individual form of expression, to those who realized a dream
|
|
of appearing on MTV (the ultimate freedom.)"
|
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Thalonious Platypus
|
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Tangier, 1991
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format:
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Band Name
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"Album Name"
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(Label)
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10. Fistfull of Footcorns
|
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"Calling Dr. Scholl"
|
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(Reebock Records)
|
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9. Granola Anachronism
|
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"i hope the sixties never end"
|
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(Full Purple Helmet Records)
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8. Dreary Pelican
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"Flaubert's Moustache"
|
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(Pepsi Inc.)
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7. Duck Tails -N- Arch Supports
|
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"Dr. Cactus, roam in and borrow my tojam eggnog"
|
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(Platypi Disk)
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6. Miriam and the Pop-Top Bastards
|
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"The Public is on Acid"
|
|
(Leary Records)
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5. Naked With Felix
|
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"My Friend's Name is Emery, But We Call Him Jim"
|
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(Quale Ltd.)
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4. The Littlest Buddha
|
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"The Goths, The Visigoths and More" (best of)
|
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(Liposuction International)
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3. Shakespearean Eskimo
|
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"Bite My Daddy's Laundry"
|
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(Taming of My Shoe Inc.)
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2. The Insertion Ladybug Quartet Live with Petchuli Guru
|
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"Living Happy Buttcakes at Weird Monster High School"
|
|
(Tie-Dye Inc.)
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1. Anal Flapjack
|
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"nuclear hemorrhoid" (soundtrack)
|
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(Viscous Vinyl)
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Thaloneous would like to thank the following sources:
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Rolling Stone Magazine
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MTV
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Madonna Inc.
|
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Spin Magazine
|
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Bop Magazine
|
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People Magazine
|
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Coca-Cola Co.
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==============================================================================
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Freedom is a ten mile fence next to
|
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a two foot lake.
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==============================================================================
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"When people are free to do as they please, they usually
|
|
imitate each other."
|
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|
Eric Hoffer
|
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OOO OOO
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OOO S T A Y T U N E D..... OOO
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OOO OOO
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OOO Next Months Issue: OOO
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OOO OOO
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OOO ---> the unplastic news field trip II OOO
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OOO OOO
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OOO ---> Continuing Story #2 OOO
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OOO OOO
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OOO ---> Quotes OOO
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OOO OOO
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OOO ---> Letters from the Net OOO
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OOO OOO
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OOO OOO
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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OOO OOO OOO
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OOO the unplastic news OOO P A S S OOO
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OOO OOO OOO
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OOO tibbetts@hsi.hsi.com OOO T H I S OOO
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OOO Connecticut, U.S.A. OOO OOO
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OOO OOO O N OOO
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OOO OOO OOO
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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"Oh, God! Send an A-bomb on our heads!"
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