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Date: Fri, 24 Apr 1992 22:50:00 GMT
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: Strangler Aagonschmidt <H.UNIATZ>
Subject: SBRHYM-L (or: Excuse Me While I Spit)
Strange is what this latest phase has been: our hero exits, pursued by
NETNEWS@TREARN, and sets up a travelling roadshow, which goads along
nicely until humble self absentmindedly slips into a past pastime of
mud-slinging, only to find that the mud gets slung right back, upon which
humble self sinks into a gloom of self-righteousness, emerging briefly to
greet the Mouse Come BACK From His Holidays: Cheating returned "home" to
scry as list's auntie: happyhappy joyjoy happyhappy joyjoy happyhappy (with
apologies to someone on some list). He wrongs me, though: I, courteous as
always, would not have left without banging the door: instead, I made
a deliberate, careful, academic resolution to sulk, issued a "set sbrhym-l
conceal" command, and proceeded to watch GR4302 in silent awe.
> aren't you pretty
>punch pleased witch yr liddle ol self fer getting an account and
>"engaging in a dialogue" (as I so rudely stated once and you quite as
>rudely later corrected me about) back near to gestation period now,
>know?
Sorry? Would you mind repeating that, slowly, when you've finished the
toffee -- or else turn down those bloody ballroom dance-musics, in
deference to the hypertropic innuendo so, so... typically implicit in
the doktorial injunction self misappropriates: "waive if you can hear me."
And, although you said elsewhere that I'd found you, whereas I'd never
known I'd lost you (and now I've found you, I find you bumptious (DON'T
take offence)), "yes" in answer: I suppose I'm proud of my improbable (nay,
impossible) paragon (so shoot me); take a bow: you're very appreciated,
and gladly on any Waterfront night I'll mosh many for you to add up to more
than the whole-in-the-head that's the enemy supernumerary. Your acceptance
was conditional "that the matrimess would be sororal," but, you see, mine
was equally conditional that same would be surreal and sickly in the
blessed shadow of the Death's Head SMILE that's countenanced. After all,
it was you who told me the sidesplittin'est anecdote to which I've ever
been audience: sufficient tetrimess, at least, that you're welcome back.
H.
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Date: Thu, 23 Apr 1992 08:12:39 EDT
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From: "Julian of Norwich (gotta have her)" <CHEATING>
Subject: Re: SBRHYM-L and boredom
In-Reply-To: Message of Tue,
21 Apr 1992 22:25:19 EDT from <salsbury@ >
Pat--
For a novel idea: try reading messages to which you respond. First of
all, I never once indicated anywhere in my message that I was bored.
I'm not, not in the slightest. This is not a good thing, never to be
bored; in fact, it's a bit of a curse, particularly when it becomes
necessary to do things which, in fact, seem utterly boring and devoid
of purpose. I do something else. In fact, your statement about "not
having enough time to do all of the things you NEED to do" (my emphasis)
sounds a bit closer to boredom; I can but hope that you are able to
find time to do the things you want to do as well.
Secondly, I did not claim to read an entire year's worth of this nor
any list. I claimed that I obtained the last month and a half of
postings to this list and, based on a tip from a message on HISTORY,
the last month and a half of postings from FNORD-L. The ones from
this list took maybe 20 minutes, being generous and counting the fact
that I reread "PogoStick America" a few times, to read; I did not, in
fact, manage to bore through all of those from FNORD to be truthful
because, as stated, "I do something else". I was curious to find out
how my partial namesake had been faring. Nor have I been "tracking"
the activities of members, former and current, from this list throughout
the electronic mail world, but only mentioned a few that had come under
the auspices of the cheating network in the admittedly rather weak (but
thus far successful) attempt to stimulate some activity here. How this
can be construed as "dragging [you] down in [my] mire" is beyond the
terribly neo-classical ways of thinking lodged at this node, and, thus,
needless to say, I await further clarification.
Finally, as no message has appeared in two months bearing this signature,
I'm afraid that the phrase "posting the same old boring messages", though
marvelously saturated with inflammatory rhetoric, rings somewhat false.
Again, though I may be in the minority on this point, I've always been
under the impression that the quickest way to eliminate those boring
messages is to find that key that Cuthbert mentioned in a different place
and time, and the second most efficient way is to send a message to the
listserv instructing "NOMAIL", as someone else suggested in a different
place and time. The least efficient way, usually, is to publicly declaim
the senders of the message.
In truth, Pat, I don't mean to chide you; I hope you might submit some
of those messages that you had hoped to see FNORD accumulate, as I
always felt that this was a very appropriate place for such things and
did not entirely understand why you decided to start your own club.
In the meantime, I hope to see a bit more life here, of which I fear
I've grown quite fond. If not, then so be it; I won't bother with a
triumphant requiem fanfare.
JS
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Date: Thu, 23 Apr 1992 06:56:30 EDT
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: "Julian of Norwich (gotta love her)" <CHEATING>
Subject: Re: Peer group pressure while sitting under a Juniper
In-Reply-To: Message of Tue, 21 Apr 1992 16:53:00 MST from<TBAGLEY@>
TBAGLEY--
This is your father. Please excuse my interrupting your act of debasement
with my wife, but, after you murdered me, I can't quite get the ghost up.
Restless. Once you've finished up there, might I persuade you to provide
the good folk at SBRHYM-L with another post? Perhaps you might explain
what McDonald's and anarchy mean to you. Or perhaps you might tell them
exactly what brought you to them, in this, my time of need.
Do tell Jocasta I said "Howdy", and mind the stretch marks.
M.
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Date: Fri, 24 Apr 1992 09:49:10 CST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: GR4302
Subject: next
Of course Pat's not bored. He's rilly a rather clever (for this primitiveage)
AI project from North Carolina. Even so one shouldn't necessarilly be
predisposed to destain such creatures, yet, somehow, the soppiness
is more than my circuits can handle. I guess it's hard to bore
and intellectual gnat. Sorry programmer, you'll have to do
better than that, 'cause despite it all I haven't hurled
yet, or even once stamped my foot, no more than
groaned at your rather annoying but by its
very nature ignoble and eminently
ignorable creation
(that's an in-
sult, see?).
gr4302
.
.
.
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Date: Sat, 25 Apr 1992 19:27:00 GMT
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From: Strangler Aagonschmidt <H.UNIATZ>
Subject: suspicious node movement
Ah, Niall, it's yourself, I see, in a departure from your usual
organically-sown field of vegetarian cookery and that age-worn
question of the ethics and appropriate wine-sauces involved in
the cooking of human flesh (that of LAWBEHAN, in preference).
Like CHEATING said in his rabble-rousing call-to-arms (such an
eloquent speech, sunshine!, have you ever thought of being a
TV-evangelist?), you're welcome, very welcome, and my, how your
spelling has... well, grown.
H760
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Date: Sat, 25 Apr 1992 15:46:50 CST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: GR4302
Subject: running stream of sewage ie, w/ art look for the mod.oper.:
To H. Welcome &c. Awe, huh? Eat it. So everybody read everything andjust
watched me twist? Yeah, well, let's see if I easily forget. Welcome myass,
since you say you never left. Was it the call to basics, epistemology and
mimetics that sent you off, or was it some sucrvy unworthy pursuitof...well,
apples and honey, if you would? I plan to revolutionize this list with
an apotheosis of the perennial sewer, render out the system inherent in its
primordial soup of infectious excrement. &Y? So that once we have thebeast
we may butcher it and trample it, beat it to pieces with great snortings and
grittings of teeth. You'd join me if you were half the woman that youclaim...
To CHEATING "I could've been a Beaver" Zenmaster of Roots and Grubs:
Discipline, it's all a discipline. Discipline in the applecore, discipline
in the tree bird nest singing made a face held no idea had no idea and
discipline. It's all in the test: it was all just a test. OK let's see
what a cattle prod will do, huh? Hmmmph!!! You bastard. This is the last
time I'm even going to humor you with the truth.
To M. "How you get out this thing?" Niall: Blow your face off with a large
automatic weapon you snivveling milk-toast leavings. Or go lock yourself
and your closest compatriots up in a longhouse and pray you can survive the
smoke inhalation long enough to feel rilly feel the seering seething excruc-
iating pain as the flames consume your sullen sanctified and ultimately
futile life.
To M. World: ...we habbath littelne gearowitan buton tweon. Sothlice.
GastimondieuxlefammeRadadaxtritatax4302 oh oh
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Date: Sat, 25 Apr 1992 19:57:04 EST
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From: The Hanged Man <E010% >
Subject: Hah to Mssr. E-10! Your father was a hamster!: Revisited.
In-Reply-To: In reply to your message of FRI 24 APR 1992 11:03:28 EST
> a debate concerning this matter of time! I know more about thephenomena
This just in. GarbageRectory4302 recently announced in
a televised press conference that E010 from Anusville,
Missouri, knows nothing about time, much less common
household appliances, regardless of the fact that
Mr. E010 spends much of his time in time and so did
his father, who was not in fact a hamster, but a
distantly related mud-puppie. Mr. E010, who was not
available for comment, has also been known to spend
much of his time in common household appliances as well.
Examples include: the refrigerator, where his parents
kept him as a small child, and the microwave, which
accounts for his lovely tan. GarbageRectory has also
recently redefined life, God, and Post Toasties (or is
that Pre Toasties?). All this in spite of the fact
that the matter of time is no longer a timely matter.
The Hanged Man
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Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1992 09:38:00 GMT
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: Count Jim Moriarty <H.UNIATZ>
Subject: Re: SBRHYM-L and boredom
Why, I'm so glad you liked PogoStick America -- it was just
a little something I dashed off in between pregnancies.
H.
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Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1992 11:16:58 CST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: GR4302
Subject: Mssr. E-10 (not hanged but the goon!) is a running dog...
Yes, very good. After first post I was going to say: Boo to you. Yes, go
away if that's the cheesy way you take a little friendly violence. BUT NO--
you have now recovered your intestinal fortitude. Is it temporary? How
would you know? Anyway visions of godhood is subtle joke on Pick 'n Pat
and other running dogs. Nonetheless you are a dogribs you think to pick on
me about the time, no? If it is a debate, a, how you say, sic et non, no?,
than I must insist, Mssr., that you please first to furnish us with your
Epistemological framework for discussion. Do not you think so, eh?
It is not worth it my little sbrhymer, please no, and yes since you were so
foolish to retain your subscription, you are, indeed, one of us now (heh heh
heh) and hence stand in peril every hour. Is this not so? As well, may I
point out that in his last e-incarnation the ghost of your esteamed and very
late father excuded the distinct aroma of elderberries and was therefore
at the very least a hamster's consort if not indeed the very furry beast
himself. If you care to differ with me please do not hesitate to repost
(avec & engarde!) immediately to this list, but be warned, Mssr., I will
surely send Mssr. Ghost of Ghost of Ghost, that is, Mssr. Ghost Ruddee, to
torment and vex your silly little papa in the spirit world and so will he
no doubt pester you more about your menial need for employment, will he not?
So please to rather be as M. Jeffrey and chill with cheese for awhile, eh?
GenerateurRadadaxtaxtadafiliodaxtaxnfax4302@scooboydadupedodotou2magu
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Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1992 14:09:35 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: The Hanged Man <E010% >
Subject: Mssr. E-10 (not hanged but the goon!) is a running dogstar...
In-Reply-To: In reply to your message of SUN 26 APR 1992 12:16:58 EST
> you have now recovered your intestinal fortitude. Is it temporary?How
at
Temporary? Even your speech reeks of time! How you talk sono?,
boldly yet cannot divorce yourself from your spatial-temporal ur
thought processes! And as for intestines--when you have a lot
of guts, you don't have to flaunt them!
> Epistemological framework for discussion. Do not you think so, eh?
reso
Epistemology at 20 paces? Very well, sur, I accept! You forget, dvery
O mine arch-nemesis, that all things philosophical are my forte re
and area of specialty here at said little-known university! As for st
my choice of arms--I choose not to choose; I am adept at all st
epistemologies, teleologies, ontologies, and eschatologies.
The peril, you see, is all yours!!
ll
> surely send Mssr. Ghost of Ghost of Ghost, is, Mssr. Ghost Ruddee, to
> torment and vex your silly little papa in the spirit world and so willhe
> no doubt pester you more about your menial need for employment, will henot?
eh?
Vex my father all you like, ridiculous StoneBrookster! I hold
no love for an cross-breeding mud-puppie of questionable
stature! In the name of the Clown, I love travels
in hyperviolence!!!!!
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Date: Mon, 27 Apr 1992 10:43:26 CST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: GR4302
Subject: Ok e-10, let's start with Ontology
This should be interesting: so far I've read no convincing proofs
of e-existence. Also, since this is BITNET (Because It's There Network),
teleology should be a scream. Yet, I freely admit to both being, and
having purpose. Today my purpose is to tell the snivvelers and
observers to go drown your collective ass in a bucket. So, Hope (what
& what?), do you know where this one comes from: Eat shit and die,
Keebler-lips! Watchit! or I'll write a PogoStickAmerica sequel before
my next pregnancy. Which brings me to Episstemology. I pissed.
Molly said Gee. Neither of us learned a thing. Well, hey, the last dude
I know who tried to get through that phil program at NE-MO ended up
is a crummy band in St. Louis with a cute wife and NO money. Don't
let this happen to you. Buy War Bonds today!
GivingReasons4302
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Date: Mon, 27 Apr 1992 11:02:35 CST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: GR4302
Subject: and then some!
So Mssr. Philosoph-10, about these Universals now. I mean, reality...
Is it in my head or is it out there? I mean what if it's in my head?
Change my mind I could change reality? Right? Wrong? I'm still confused.
And where in the Hell is Cusa anyway, and what was wrong with the water
there and is that rilly an excusa? Actually anytime your ready to leavenormal
philosophy behind I'm ready to switch to Pituitary Eschatology myself.
The way I look at it is hey, immanentize your own eschaton and then shove
it in everybody's faces, right? I hear the water in Aquino was deadly!
I mean and isn't that what we're facing now, huh? Bad water, rampant
steroid abuse, nostalgia for the crusades..... What else?
Oh yeah, pudding-pops, we got pudding-pops now too though everyone'sfavorite
flavors (chocolate and vanilla) were unheard of then. Still can we rilly
in all honesty blame all this junk on food?? Or is it perhaps more
disgustingly base than that?? Anxiously awaiting your reply...
GuttedRoebuck4302
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Date: Mon, 27 Apr 1992 13:09:00 EDT
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: Cuthbert <LIBWCA>
Subject: April is, indeed, the cruelest month
Ah my poor, frail stonybrooklings. How you fritter away the small time
you have left... I had thought to enjoy the final, ragnarokian keystroke;
how I yearned for the moment when, tumescent with a frantic glee, I would
extend one omnipotent finger and, after prolonging the instant for as longas
possible- hours? weeks? years?- allow it to drop onto the innocuous piece
of springloaded plastic that has been waiting for you all this time. How
I would howl, how I would dance as your fragile electronic brainstem slowly
peeled away from what passes for your virtual cerebrum. My hours of rest
have been filled with delightful dreams of the vile, rancid gasses thatwould
well up in every cavity of your collective e-being; of the delightful sores
through which your consensually-posited essence would drain...
And yet, you begin to amuse me. Ah, well. Another time, perhaps.
-Cuthbert
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Date: Mon, 27 Apr 1992 11:17:50 PDT
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: JEFFREY
Karin is dead, and I killed her! Yes, I did, and the hell
with the rest of you. Flame on. I SPELL ALL YOUR NAMES WRONG!!!
Flame off. So shoot me in the foot! (Gun reference for NRA
violent bleeding bullet shooters you know who you are). Ouch!
And I killed Jeffrey and that Tim fellow down the E-hall too.
Took a rat-baloon and buried them in it, I did. And as for
Cheating and H760 and Uniatz aren't you all just the same person
with different names? Or is this just too simple. Maybe you
died too? And if you did, then go change your armor. Have you
ever thought about visiting Sweden this time of year? See the
majestic m00se livers. Steaming in the sun and what else?
Hope is back (you just can't live a life without it, heh, heh).
Welcome, o keeper and explainer of the cultural lexicon. Know
any urban legends? What about the alligators that live in the
New York sewers gorging on the albino marijuana that grew from
the seeds that everyone flushed down the toilet. BULLSHIT!!!
It's full of severed heads! You've got Hoffa's and Amelia Earheart's
and the *real* Rock Hudson down there all sharing cigarettes
and trying to stay afloat amid the wash of piss and shit, bodylessly
bobbing up and down with the fecal tide as they carefully and
succintly (like this posting -NOT-) plot the ultimate greaseball
takeover of the world. Just the heads, mind you, all down
there together. So take your oatmeal and fling it. Go ahead.
Press the key that emasculates our scrotums and strips our
collective concioussness clean. You were expecting maybe more liver?
array(index,Jeffrey) = array(3,Jeffrey) +
airspeed_unladen_swallow;
P.S. Almost forgot. I still don't believe you at all...
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Date: Sat, 25 Apr 1992 02:14:10 EDT
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: Juniper Sage <CHEATING>
Subject: Re: SBRHYM-L
In-Reply-To: Message of Wed,
22 Apr 1992 08:28:21 CST from <PAULB@ >
Very good to hear from you, Pavel; keep up the fine battle against
acidic garden pests. Do tell, though: what other items do you defend
in the name of fraternity, liberty, and egality? If you're interested,
there's a very good list dedicated to gardens that I know well...
And as for Karin, one can only hope that her e-world is all the better
to have divorced this bohemian cavern; do watch her account, though,
as it would be a shame to have this all come bouncing back marked
"return to sender".
JS
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Date: Sat, 25 Apr 1992 06:24:30 EDT
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: Juniper Sage <CHEATING>
Subject: Re: Names, openly taken
In-Reply-To: Message of Wed, 22 Apr 1992 18:49:00 EDT from <LIBWCA@>
Charming, Cuthbert, charming, though I fear you only got it half right,
which means you didn't get it right at all: I had nothing to do with
your new name, as beautiful a thing as it is, but in fact the odious
honor goes to H. Uniatz, long may she flutter in the set-sails breeze,
meandering wherever she precisely meanders at this point. I believe
she was in the act of applying to you for a job at your motor plant,
or somesuch; I was trying to read quickly so that I wouldn't have to
stay up all night once again (which I did). It's a good moniker, though;
it fits you well, as do most of her baptizing entitlements (good, I
fear, only for the pain of being jilted and left forlorn upon redemption,
though you may fare better than M did).
Some time, Cuthy, you must come with me on a short voyage, wherein we
shall the two of us climb a piscatorial embankment and spend a few
hours in the peace of the jaundiced afternoon pondering where, exactly,
you took the big turn around that sharp corner and became Cuthbert
the Hegemon. And, if I find the answer less than satisfying, I shall
bury you out there as I would my own brother; I owe you nothing less.
JS
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Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1992 06:40:23 EDT
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: Juniper Sage <CHEATING>
Subject: Re: gasp!!
In-Reply-To: Message of Wed, 22 Apr 1992 17:20:46 CST from < GR4302>
You are, of course, absolutely correct, GR4302; I'm not in the least
to be expected to stay on the semantic forefront if I don't habituate
in this candid residency -- which begs the question as to whether I
would have ever fancied such an honor, such a time-fashioned medallion-
in-purple (matches the cloak, y'know) when I'm so much safer hanging
back, blending in with the other Canaanites. So I use my picture-
language and hang lovely phrases on all the hooks and protrusions I
encounter, ne'er a sullied entendre to clutch at pretensions. And,
yes, I give you permission to finish reading later on this evening, as
such a stomach-filling assemblage of grandiose sentiment is only
gladly tolerated in one setting.
But you must understand: I worry that, perhaps, M's departure, which
I had a direct role in, might've had something to do with H.'s and
T.'s and even "Dumb Dan's". I should be in such a position should
that be true that I might be confronted with the remotest of chances
that a slight disappointment with myself might emerge, one the color
of guilt. But I see now that my query has been met with the most
fanciful of results as far more have risen to my non-challenge than
could have safely gainsaked passage.
And, no, if you are so insinuating: that wasn't me trolloping around
corners with intent to kill, as, fact, GR4302: you've always presented
yourself as purely an e-being, which makes this woebegone tale terribly
incompatible with all else you've indicated: see if you might'n't iron
out some of the deficiencies and repost.
JS
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Date: Mon, 27 Apr 1992 16:15:21 PDT
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: JEFFREY
Subject: 3,056 Faces Of Eve
Oh my spinning head. I didn't think you were all different
people, but now, well, help!!! If I can just get it,
if I'm right, there's H760, Cheating, Uniatz, and now Juniper
Sage. I ask you in all confusion (because I really don't know
the answer), aren't you all the same person? I don't mean are
you different *personas* , I want to know if it is the same
individual writing the postings that appear under the previously
mentioned names. My sincerest apologies if you are different
people, honestly I'm sorry, but this question has been nagging
at me for a while, and it seemed like it had not been asked on
the list before. Honest, honest, honest, you know me folks,
no flames intended, but nosy minds want to know. You're one
person right?
--Jeffrey
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Date: Mon, 27 Apr 1992 14:07:50 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: The Hanged Man <E010% >
Subject: and then some! MORE! MORE! MORE!
In-Reply-To: In reply to your message of MON 27 APR 1992 12:02:35 EST
> So Mssr. Philosoph-10, about these Universals now. I mean, reality...
> Is it in my head or is it out there? I mean what if it's in my head?
> Change my mind I could change reality? Right? Wrong?ed.
r
Rillity, as far as we can talk about it, is both in your head
and out there. Maybe. The whole damn thing seems a little
silly considering how much people like US care about rillity venorma
anyway, don't you think?
> The way I look at it is hey, immanentize your own eschaton and thenshove
> it in everybody's faces, right? !
Good point. Looks to me and I'm no god just philosopher that
you either immanentize or grow-up and forget about it. Of course,
good little StonyBrooksters will not only shove into faces
but anyplace where the big E (eschaton for the goons) will fit.
But we all know what happens when we spell race car backwards.
> Oh yeah, pudding-pops, we got pudding-pops now too though everyone'sfavorite
> flavors (chocolate and vanilla) were unheard of then. Still can werilly
> in all honesty blame all this junk on food??
Honesty? Bullshit. Give me honesty in a nation of anti-socialites,
priests-in-the-temple, and high-schoolers-who-think-
Washington, D.C.-is-in-Canada, and I'll sever and head or two,
possibly my own, before I die of surprise and tear out
my liver with Kant's *Critique of Pure Reason*! Don't
believe it, and you can beg to differ all you like. I don't
care for beggars. Question authority, before it questions you!
And who the hell believes in causal relationships anyway?
Pudding-pops, disposable toasters, what-have-you. Blame junk
on food or food on junk, but we gotta have billyscapegoats,
eh? Just remember: Death is the barmaid in the tavern of
mediocrity.
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Date: Mon, 27 Apr 1992 19:25:02 CST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: "Peat Moss" <C653SCB@ >
Subject: REPEAT, AFTER ME...BLAH, BLAH AND BLAH...
I say again as I have said so long before...RE: RE: Will it ever end?
14 Apr 1992
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Ok, so I did that; and what was left was not right. I then had a
difficult time relating to my self. Anyway, you were right, or was that
left (I guess it would depend on the function that you were trying to
perform), no one cared. That's fine for my parsnip's but leave my
rutabaga's out of it! The only matter I see is that those shards of
glass didn't sever that clown's head, not whether he was a timely jumper
Then, I put it back together-I like the scars. I also understand this
shit as you do.
NEARLY NIHILIST NEGATING THE NARCISISM
PS I believe you do believe
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And then some more...RE: SBRHYM-L 18 Apr 1992
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I humbly apologize for not offering my credentials upon my arrival in
StonyBrooklingLand. I must have missed the introduction edict in the
subscription notice. In a form of e-prostration I will thrust my
monitor to the ground at the base of a nearby evergreen (only because
I have no idea where a juniper might be). We hope this will please?
Until forever!
C653SCB@
P.S. I could throw it at GR4302 with little effort, if you wish.
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But now for the current affair...
I am the e-archtype, the e-axiom that you should all live by!
GreatlyRetrogressive4302 offers only a monodimensional meander in the
e-niverse. He is of the land ill-annoys. I shall meet him in his land
when the mormon evidence again last appears in his airframe repository.
Until then, now being able to access S.Brookline, I am a desperado here,
here with the arcane.
C653SCB@
A bone without meat gathers no moss.
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