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Date: Wed, 2 Jan 91 09:45:10 EST
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From: Tim Field <TIMFIELD>
Subject: Vigilance
It wasn't until a 35lb frozen turkey skittered by me over the
linoleum and knocked a sweet gray-haired old lady into an open
fridge full of chicken wings that I knew we had trouble. Those
teenage punks were back and this time they weren't just playing
with the pot roasts. Looking back, I realize that I should have
just called the cops, but that old lady, who was now bleating for
help like a stuck pig with her boney legs dangling out of a poultry
refridgerator, could have been somebody's grandmother and my blood
was boiling. So, while they were doubled over with laughter, I made
my move. I pulled out my price sticker gun and, before you could say,
"overturned shopping cart in aisle three", I squeezed off a couple of
rounds right in the face of the nearest punk and, while he struggled
to remove two $1.69 tabs from his irises, I brained his accomplice
with a can of frozen orange juice I had been repricing, a blow, that
I later discovered, killed him instantly. There was blood and Minute
Maid all over the floor and I was just thinking, damn! somebody better
police that in a hurry, when help arrived in the form of a posse of
female shoppers. They slipped and skidded in the mess, and one of them
spun out of control into the dairy display, but they managed to grab
hold of the other punk just as he peeled the stickers off his eyes.
Then together we turned him upside down and jammed his head into the
ice cream freezer, holding it there until it was frozen solid.
Oh sure, their parents made a big stink at the trial, but sometimes
you have to take the law into your own hands. Besides, we haven't had
any trouble at the supermarket since then and, let me tell you, there
aren't many Top's Friendly Markets in the continental United States
that can say the same thing.
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Date: Thu, 10 Jan 91 10:39:54 CST
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From: GR4302
rill rill rill
juri sapi kan
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Date: Wed, 16 Jan 91 09:32:25 PST
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From: JEFFREY
Subject: Canned Corn
It was the largest can of corn that Jasper had ever seen. It's
girth was greater than the whole of the downtown area, that even
now was slumbering in it's 3:00 A.M. stupor, unaware that the first
can of alien corn had silently landed. Small wisps of vapor were
trailing from the top, remnants of the rapid descent through the
Earths atmosphere.
Jasper blinked once, twice, unable to clear his vision of the
strange monolithic shape that towered above the trees, seeming
to stretch to the moon. He was as an ant to a brick. He had only
a can opener and a spoon with which to save the earth. Jasper was
glad he had skipped lunch...
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Date: Thu, 17 Jan 91 18:50:18 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: artianok
flaming gods dying
who is eating these souls?
whose moon has risen above this bloody sight?
at daylight who holds the slaughter-field?
the men of a blind god of order
these five and forty years dead...
an ancient and secret plot come together
lies become bombs o'er the jaded cradle
that rocked this child of ruin into life
time to die or go away
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Date: Tue, 22 Jan 91 01:03:20 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: liver (!!--pronounced with a very liquid 'l') and heads
Liver!! I ate some tonight. Turkey liver, mmmmmm, so sweet! Fi' dollerturkey
been up in there since 'fore crissmus. Darn thing took forever t' thaw.Ie-
nded up hacking down inside it with a fork and hot water, all the whilethink-
ing. "Birdie birdie birdy, mmmm mmmm, sweet little birdie, mmmm mmmm!" But
the birdy's too froze to answer anything back. Finally turned it into meat.
Stuffed it a little. Stuck the liver (!!) into the stuffing for me (afterits
cooked I like to stick it in the fridge and then eat it cold, a little pieceat
a time, savoring it over weeks...well maybe not weeks) and then I stuck inthe
gizzards and heart for the cats. Then the neck. I thought about cooking itup
to use to kill this damn dog that comes around. Most of 'em are too damn
stupid not to just crunch it down cause its juicy and choke on the damnbones.
Yeah, then remembering the War I wrapped it in foil and stuck it in thefreezer
for storage. Four months--bah! Oooooo and when it were all done and I ate
some of that liver, mmmmmmm, it were so good! Mm. I think I'll go to the
fridge and just lick some it a little (well if you're this far then you must
not take your own flippin advice!) just to tantalize myself all night withthe
thought of luscious juicy turkey liver (!!) Dudn't that make ye just wannacum
in your pants! No? Well I guess you just aint been watchin them Patriotboys
hitting them scuds right out the sky. Who wouldn't be meat hungry?Survival
of those that most recently had a strong dose of protein (share it maybe)yes
today. What and what? Yeah, and who do you work for bozo breath?Sex forwar?
N-Noh: YOU are son of dog... WHAT TIME IS IT NOW MR MAGGOO????????? Oh Yeah?
'ZOUNDS!
JSK
P(assing and) S(o): OH! WHAT'S GOOD FOR THE GULLET IS GOOD FOR THE GIZZARD
WHAT'S GOOD FOR MY BELLY'S A NICE TASTY LIZZARD
MY LEFT HEMISPHERE IS A MONKEY UP A TREE
AND WHATEVER'S GOOD FOR YOU IS DOUBLE GOOD FOR ME!
HEYD-DE-HO HI-DE-HO NEAR AS I CAN SEE!
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Date: Tue, 22 Jan 91 10:02:51 PST
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From: JEFFREY
Subject: Re: liver (!!--pronounced with a very liquid 'l') and heads
In-Reply-To: Message of Tue, 22 Jan 91 01:03:20 CST from <GR4302>
Hit a desalination plant before you hit their nation
Drop a big nasty one on their corner gas station
Wipe out Omar's local war-gas repository
Watch our bombs fall like nightmare suppositories.
Baghdad burns with fire like a screaming whore
dying her hair an acid bloody sheeny stench of death.
Money for the masses better show those passes
to the man in the box who pulls the levers.
Watch out watch out go run and hide from the big man.
He's not playing any saxophone but your own and
it's off-key as it rains, so try and stand
when you can.
When the bombs break your heart,
and the army dies a long lingering fart
then we'll go home for lunch.
Brush the sand from your shoes as you leave.
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Date: Tue, 22 Jan 91 22:40:18 EST
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From: Tim Field <TIMFIELD>
Subject: Re: Phantasy
In-Reply-To: Message of Tue, 22 Jan 91 16:25:44 EST from <PNYS9228 >
...and then the rain clouds cleared over southern Iraq and the allies
sent planes out to assess the bombing damage and what they found astounded
all at home, abroad, and in the newsrooms of CNN for the bomb craters
spelled out words and these were the words the astonished pilots read:
"I love you, Babs! From George." Yes, even among the clouds of poison gas,
severed heads, and conventional explosions, love bloomed in the desert!
T.
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Date: Wed, 23 Jan 91 13:24:15 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: america burns over milktoast
no, it's your fault
--fuck you, you know I'm morally superior|
oh yeah, well you're a baby raper
--yeah, well you eat babies
huh-uh|| you're the baby eater
N-No--fokk you
--N-No--fokk you|
jsk
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Date: Mon, 28 Jan 91 09:39:37 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: warren peece, t-gunner A1 -- price negotiable, Penn Ave, DC
if you're not against war
then you're a mercenary whore
yes, daddy we'll do what you say
where would you like them dropped today?
in Panama we had narry a qualm
'gainst dropping bombs and e'en napalm
on the poorest and the least of these
thy brethren, treated as lowly fleas
on a dog who just had to go
bomb the neighborhood low
to get ol' noriega to come out
we killed the poor without a doubt
(he should've built his post on the hill
the rich we're always loath to kill)
but in iraq we use precision
surgical strikes, a small incission
because the royal house of saud
(always fond of oil and food)
wants to have its cake and eat it too
and by their billions we pledge to do
whatever they say, so from the sky
our pilots drop to earth to die
(did they ever wonder why?)
no matter, for all our mercenary care
there are still innocents dying down there
and god has not revoked the command
to have no innocent blood on your hand
watch out! it will all come back to you
as is written in the 25th chapter of matthew
when all are gathered together in wonder
and the world's nations are divided asunder
for between the one who cries and sings
is how one treated one's fellow beings
all nations will be lost or won
found whole or with disease
"inasmuch as ye have done
unto the least of these...."
:^##
jurisapikan
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Date: Tue, 29 Jan 91 20:53:34 EST
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From: Dan Boyd <consp04 >
Subject: What if peace doesn't work?
I think wall put it best.
Those who give peace a chance will get plowed under by those who would
rather give war a chance.
Some peace protestors don't understand this. On the other hand, some
people do understand this, but are still protesting for peace because
they don't think Saddaam Hussein has a big enough bulldozer for us to
worry about.
I figure, why wait for him to get a bigger bulldozer?
What I find hypocritical is "We deplore the invasion of Kuwait, yes.
But we don't think military force is the answer." Bullshit it's not
the answer. The Iraqis have been in Kuwait since AUGUST and all the
diplomacy in the world hasn't moved them out. You can't talk with
someone who isn't listening.
-- Dan
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Date: Wed, 30 Jan 91 22:02:45 CST
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From: GR4302
All we are saying
Is cheese in your pants!
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Date: Mon, 4 Feb 91 01:31:13 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: e-theism
An e-theist is someone who believes that god is an electronic component.
98% of the so-called civilized world are e-theists by reverse definition:
If you're not an e-theist then you're a dirty uncivilized wog. The 2% of
civilized people who are a-e-theists are mostly better off in my opinion,even
though I myself am a professed and unflinching true believer. It's justthat
most people believe in the wrong electronic component.
JSK
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Date: Sun, 10 Feb 91 13:31:10 EST
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From: Tim Field <TIMFIELD>
Subject: food folks and fun
Kneeling before the cash registers with our foreheads pressed to
the linoleum, we prepared to receive our first communion. They had
shaved our heads, as was done to every initiate nearing the completion
of his or her apprenticeship, and branded each of us behind the right
ear with the sacred letter M (we wear wigs in public so as not to
disturb the UnChosen). They had made each of us spent a sleepless month
in the indoctrination camps, chanting our hamburger ingredient mantras
while being jabbed in the buttocks with the tines of a plastic fork
whenever our masters heard a mistake or any hesitation. Now was the time
of our graduation and a tremor ran down my spine as they set the little
cups of flavoured dip before us. Then a door opened in back and even
our masters bowed low and whispered words of praise for the Clown had
arrived.
In reverent silence, He stopped before each of us, lifted up our chins
with a big floppy shoe, then dipped a mcnugget in barBQ sauce (or honey
and lemon dip) and placed it in our open mouths. And, although I knew
it was only symbolically the body of our Lord and Saviour and was
probably just the flesh of some drifter picked up off King Street,
when I bit into that tasty morsel I felt the terrible love of Ronald
MacDonald flooding through every pore of my lowly soul and I was saved!
Praise Mayor McCheese, I was saved!
T.
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Date: Mon, 18 Feb 91 21:18:55 EST
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From: The Big 'D' <TIMFIELD>
Subject: *I* AM THE GREAT SATAN
There is a cute little ancedote I'd like to share with you all. In fact,
it was broadcast on national television after 60 Minutes yesterday.
Dan Rather, interviewing the American general in charge of forces in the
Middle East, attempted to inject a little levity into the serious discussion
by asking the general if it was true, as was rumoured, that he had an IQ
of 170. The general seemed, at least to me, to consider the question quite
seriously. He pressed his fingers together and pursed his lips as if deep
in thought, then replied, "DIEDIEDIEDIEALLOFYOUDIEIDECLARETHIRDWORLDWARON
**ALL** OF YOU DIEYOULIVINGSCUMSCRAPEDFROMAMONKEYSRECTUMDIE!!!"
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Date: Sun, 24 Feb 91 10:35:49 EST
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From: Tim Field <TIMFIELD>
Subject: A Wasted Prufrock
Let us drink then you and me
while the world slips into the sea
like a sheep upon a butcher's bloody floor;
Let us go through each drinking place
utterly shitfaced
avoiding pools of 80 proof vomit
pausing at urinals in need of Comet,
having arguments that follow no logic at all,
while our drunken lessers sprawl
among our feet like defeated champions
Oh do not ask, "Can you still see straight?"
Let us stay pissed without debate!
In the bar sobriety comes and goes.
Bemused, I try to feel my toes.
The TV that sinks its sickly flickering fangs into our necks
The TV that sucks the very life from our tender necks
I smash it with a well-aimed Heineken
to impress a nearly comatose woman
but the bar slugs roil and tempers boil
and I'm tossed like refuse for a garbage can.
I should have been a ragged brewery rat
scuttling across the floor of a fermenting vat.
Should not I, after rolling into the gutter,
stagger up and wobbily loudly mutter
about wars and death and machinery
and lies and burned-out scenery
to pairs of tourists who quicken their pace
careful to not look me in the face?
But, though reality sucks at my untied shoes
and tonight the worlds hues are all just blacks and blues,
I enter the bar next door and order 3 more beers
and raise a bottle to their TV as if in cheers...
I have heard solemn newspersons intone, each to each.
I do not think, tonight, that they will intone for me.
T.
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Date: Sun, 24 Feb 91 22:59:31 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: round we go
look out sodom and gomorrah
look out 1997
i've got it in me i got it up me
a little o-2 and this blaster belt
rocky lucky 11's gonna be
a blow for the new grey reich
pump me up doc
i'm going to fly i'm going to fly
look out sodom and gomorrah
LOOK OUT 1997
a0kedke (what on'y want to han'a ya hony out o' li'l so'derin' o yah)
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Date: Tue, 26 Feb 91 02:28:16 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: hay
...and there will be obesity and rumors of obesity and creampuffs anddanishes
and all manner of pastries and baked whatnots shall inhabit the earth... andin
those days nations will rise up from below themselves in fizzyliftingsensation
of spontaneous carnal atmospheres & circuses & sideshows and variousorders of
adult bookstores will spring forth of the fertile decay of yesterday'sfastlane
...
orelseallwillbe a-0keyducky
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Date: Tue, 26 Feb 91 19:27:00 EST
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From: "The caterpillar cannot understand the butterfly."
<PAT>
Subject: What the hell?
Why is all this shit being posted to the list?
Hey, JSK, don't you have ANYTHING else to do besides posting 400,000
messages per day?
Geez! I thought this was supposed to be a Literary Underground, or,at
least, a forum for THOUGHT.
Here's some literature! Can you place it?
"Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
The gunpowder, treason, and plot.
I know of no reason, why the gunpowder treason,
Should ever be forgot."
If you don't know where this is from, you should find out and readthe
book! It's AWESOME!
If you DO know where this is from, you'll probably not even mentionit!
;^)
-Pat
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Date: Tue, 26 Feb 91 16:37:28 PST
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From: Jeffrey <JEFFREY>
Subject: Re: What the hell?
In-Reply-To: Message of Tue, 26 Feb 91 19:27:00 EST from <PAT>
RE: SBRHYM-L as a forum for "thought"...
Funny how we all see things different. In describing this
list to someone else I refer to it as "the Absurdities list".
You know, nonsense and stuff like that there, pardner...
I do think that condensing things down to fewer postings is a
good idea, though.
--Jeffrey
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Date: Wed, 27 Feb 91 10:28:15 EST
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From: WALL
Subject: Re: What the hell?
In-Reply-To: Message of Tue, 26 Feb 91 19:27:00 EST from <PAT>
hmmmm pat, i seem to recall the day when you, me, and fnord brought the
listserver down because of all the messages we put out...... but of course,
THAT itself was the statement we were trying to make....... wasn't it?
i do, however, think that we should try to adhere to some simple rules of
grammar and also try to use real words whenever possible. if jsk was
replaced by a random text-generator where the vocabulary consisted of rilland
rool and a few other utterances like that, nobody would know the difference.
perhaps someone could write us a synthetic jsk program. then, instead of
using up precious bandwidth on the net to transmit these things, we could
each generate them ourselves locally. just a thought.
i heard a really scary thing on the news: they have invented a new kind of
foam rubber that gets narrower when you compress it, instead of getting
wider. the implications are staggering, and i just hope our society canavoid
jumping into this technology too soon, so that our leaders can have time to
work out the ramifications.
wall
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Date: Wed, 27 Feb 91 12:43:54 EST
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From: Tim Field <TIMFIELD>
Subject: Re: What the hell?
In-Reply-To: Message of Wed, 27 Feb 91 10:28:15 EST from <WALL@ >
re: censoring members of this list
I may disapprove of excess use of rills and rolls, but
I will whine and nag to the death about everyone's right to use them.
The thing that most attracted me to this absurdist list is that there
isn't any control over what one says or how it is said or how many times
they say it. I admit that jsk's style of writing is sometimes a little
hard to assimilate, but then so are wall's thousand line tirades on
war, terrorism, etc etc. I don't want to censor either one however. That
way lies ignorance and intolerance.
T.
(rill is actually a word, by the way -- thousands of literary critics
chained to their thesauruses working night and day in parallel
have ascertained that jsk is referring to a brook or stream thus stoney
brook thus this list when he says 'rill')
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Date: Wed, 27 Feb 91 14:57:21 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: what and what??
Rules on this list???? Grammar????? No gibberish?????????
Fuckit||| To hell with all that (and you too magoo||)
a0keyducky
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Date: Thu, 28 Feb 91 08:24:09 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: oh rilly?
G t'anks T., I always knew you were a swell e-dude, and yes rill is rillyrill;
one may find a sentence using 'rill' in line 8 of Kubla Khan by S. T.
Coleridge, wonderful name, nice taste in pharmeceuticals too, but if you dig
the Romatnics I much prefer Byron (te-he-he):
When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,
Let him combat for that of his neighbors;
Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome,
And get knocked on the head for his labors.
.
To do good to mankind is the chivalrous plan,
And is always as nobly requited;
Then battle for freedom wherever you can,
And, if not shot or hanged, you'll get knighted.
.
However, though this may all be terribly interesting and pertinent andthough
I deeply appreciate the valiant efforts of T.'s (y'know there are two T.sbut
I can almost tell them apart) noble literary critic friends, a specialthanks
to Derrida and Greenblatt (that's Jaime Derrida y Ortega, and HeinrichJoaquim
Greenblatt) for their most entertaining (and personally I found themhilarious-
ly twisted) observations--yet, if one were to rilly research the rill as it
has been repeatedly used on this list one would find that in the earlierrefer-
ences it appears as 'rilla' with 'rill' being a later shortened form. The
'rilla' (hoping, of course, to have lost most everyone by now) is without a
doubt the famous reference from Flaming Carrot Nr. 7 pg. 10:fn\
BYUTA PATOMACK'S TWO COMMON LAW HUSBANDS: Maybe we should take it apart!
SPEAKER IN FLAMING CARROT'S CHEST: (among musical notations) HUT SUT RAW ANTH'
RILLA RAW
B P's T C L Hs: IT'S HAUNTED!
Hence mutated incestously with its common variants and one produces thewell-
known "rock and the rilla rool" and even the more obscure "what the wallawalla
wing wang said wudee on his wayout". I resurrected the e-author from thedead
and inquired so this is the fucking truth!
a-0 key-duckey1
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Date: Thu, 28 Feb 91 08:57:01 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: if u dink u no--ho ho
Yeah and some have claimed that Joyce inhabits their pocket calculators or
that The Bible could be randomly produced by certain cosmic trainaccidents--
CHINGA PRINTS!! Just because you're a reproducable robot doesn't mean that
you know what's up my nose! I'll take that challenge! I'll pay 5 million
Solar Credits to the first techo-pisser that can produce a Frankie what can
out skittl-yak even the lowliest and most nihilistic of my e-personas!C'mon
liver bellies--I know, I know, I shouldn't be so cruel, so many of them have
dropped through the holes into no-beans (human or otherwise) land...Why,we've
got rocket-scientist droids who could catapult themselves to oblivion forgod
and country if only daddy would give them permission! Did you become ascience
droid victim for Kennedy's New World? I bet you even snear at the others...
N-No No No Jo Hae W'a'choo No Hae Alluz
A-0KEY DUCKY
(I feel sorry for you all...)
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Date: Sat, 2 Mar 91 08:54:55 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: precious bandwith
precious bandwith--that's the one that kills me the most. precious forwhat??
reporting the findings of a million dollar experiment on the shitting habitsof
genetically mutated rabbits? arguing the finer points of cobol datastructures
???? c'mon! breathe whilest ye may--it'll probably be centuries beforesuch
e-freedom reigns again. in a few years the definitions imposed on e-spacewill
make it so that everything that goes on on this list will be "wastedprecious
bandwith". properly used precious bandwith will be anything that enchances
the military/economic prestige of the corporation of nation. e-fascism.and
like tangible fascism it has its roots in common pettiness...
a-0keyducky
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Date: Sat, 2 Mar 91 09:01:38 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: ...and furthermore, e-bonzoinanza
we're mod 'merrycans right? most of us dig the abuse, live for it, to giveor
get, face it! admit it wall, doesn't it give you a certain hawk thrill tobe
e-attacked by an e-persona who seems to be a lilly-livered pinko to you? &then
the reposte, the touche, the coup de jarnac! i bet even level-headed patgets
a certain enjoyment, a certain air of age and intellecutal superiority fromthe
skittlyakking. & even T. took a cut at me the other e-day! 's great! ain'it
great? as the lyricized version of bonanza as sung by lorne greene says:
"cause we're livin' in the west/ and we're livin' in the best!"e-bonzoinanza!:
bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! you're all abunch
of mutilated corpses! you fall down now!
a0-kd
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Date: Mon, 4 Mar 91 10:08:19 PST
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From: JEFFREY
Subject: E-Sailors
I must go down to the list again
To the fervent words from on high
And all I ask is Wall's grace
And the bandwidth to steer by
With the rill rolling
and the rubber stretching
and the severed heads fnording
With a painted grin on the clown's face
and the e_sheep baa-ing.
I have go down to the list again
To hear those literate sounds
For there's no weirdness allowed at all
On the Literary Underground.
As we bask sunning
In our prose stunning
Our own words soaring
Laureates all! In the E-Space
With our livers steaming
--Jeffrey
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