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Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1992 16:01:00 -06
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: Merciful Lee Dickens <DICKENS>
Subject: ANOTHER PROBLEM WITH LIBALP:
Hey Bill,
I thought Arthur went home sick...
Well, I don't mean to blow the whistle on him, but I just drove
past the Jax Liquor Store and he's in there, drunker than hell, arguing
with the guy behind the counter and wildly gesticulating. He looked
out and unfortunately recognized me. I was stopped at the light. He
ran up to my car with a dirty rag and started smearing my windshield
with it. I shouted a warning to him,
"Get outa here, you lickered-up clown!"
but he grabbed my arm through the side window and began shrieking,
"Help me on to some knick-knack, man! For the love of God, please
help me on to some knick-knack!"
I feel horrible about having to rough him up, but you know, if you
let those people take an inch, they'll take a mile.
I don't know how you can stand it...
Anyway, don't be too rough on him when he gets out of the
hospital. He feels bad enough about the whole incident. Pretend like
you believe whatever story he tells you. He's evidently going through
some rough times with that pederasty case.
Talk With You Later,
Cube
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Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1992 19:53:26 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: LIBWCA
Subject: Re: office politics
In-Reply-To: Message of Tue,
17 Nov 1992 16:49:44 GMT from <mdderk@ >
On Tue, 17 Nov 1992 16:49:44 GMT Molisa Dianne Derk said:
>i
>Wow, what a problem! I don't know what to do about the back-biter.
>But, with the secretary, I think I know what's going on. Clerk
>types are territorial to an extreme degree. Their turf may seem
>insignificant to anyone else, but it is life and death to them.
>She has certain areas that she feels is hers. In this case, it
>must include supply ordering. If all supply ordering doesn't go
>through her, she will loose self-esteem altogether. It's all
>about self-esteem. These people are easy to get on your side.
>All you have to do is find out where she thinks her turf is, and
>leave it all to her. Asking her advice about items on her turf
>also will build her esteem, and will build you in her eyes.
>If ordering supplies is her big deal, she probably considers
>herself an expert on things like pens, paper, etc. Any excuse
>to ask her advice on this stuff may seem awfully silly to you,
>but will do a world of good for your relationship. Sucess in a
>firm depends on how well you are liked by the clerks and the
>mailroom staff--I am convinced of this. And it sounds like you
>could use someone in your corner.
>[[caron]][[caron]] office politics
>mo
Yeah, suck her in, the stupid proletarian chump- then wait for the
right moment to chew her up and spit her out.
Imagine that- the poor dumb bitch thinks she's an expert on *pens*
ferchrisake! She don't got no MBA- how could she be an expert? On
pens?
She probably doesn't even know who Sun-tzu is! She probably still wears
one a them big ol' damn bows!
Eat her for lunch, the shriveled old working-class hosebag.
Cuthbert
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Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1992 01:03:02 -0500
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: GR4302
Subject: ...without end
well what's a world to be?
let me see! let me see!
i'm an up! i'm an up!
i'm an oh what are we?
i mean why we going down
here to open ground?
up in to overtown
latest lost wonder found?
i heave and i ho!
look! off we go
into nighttime's possibility
me, you, the sky's nobility
i'm the frost of a morning
come true without warning
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Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1992 08:49:00 -06
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: Merciful Lee Dickens <DICKENS>
Subject: FINDLEY, OHIO
A travelling salesman is at the Holiday Inn in Findley, Ohio.
(Are you with me so far? Okay. Stick close. This gets pretty nasty.)
It's been a successful day for the salesman. To celebrate the
closing of a big deal - the signing of a major contract - he goes into
the hotel lounge and orders a round. He meets a pretty young secretary
from Akron, buys her a drink, and another and then another, and before
long, she becomes very inebriated. When he feels the woman is so drunk
that she doesn't really know what she's doing, he carries her back to
his room and takes advantage of her.
The next morning, the secretary wakes up in the unfamiliar bed,
begins to remember some of the events of the night before and is just
mortified. It's very awkward. Neither of them really knows quite what
to say. The woman gathers her things and leaves, feeling ashamed and
depressed.
The salesman is very depressed, too, and it weighs heavily on him
throughout the morning. Finally, to try to ease the guilt, he locates
a Catholic church and goes into the Confessional.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned". He tells the priest what
he's done and the priest tells him to say three Hail Mary's and he'll
be absolved. He goes out, does the three Hail Mary's and feels much
better.
The next night the salesman's in Chicago and it's almost the
identical scenario: he meets a young woman in a bar, gets her very
drunk and takes advantage of her. He feels the same remorse and once
again locates the nearest Catholic church. He enters the confessional,
tells the priest what he's done, and the priest tells him to say an
entire rosary!
"But Father," the salesman says, "in Findley, Ohio, the same thing
happened just yesterday and the priest there told me I only had to say
three Hail Mary's!"
The priest just can't believe what he's hearing. "Findley, Ohio?
Findley, Ohio?? WHAT DO THEY KNOW ABOUT FUCKING IN FINDLEY, OHIO?!?"
****
You've Been A Great Audience!
Thank You And Good Night!
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Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1992 12:48:35 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: LIBWCA
Subject: Re: ANOTHER PROBLEM WITH LIBALP:
In-Reply-To: Message of Tue,
17 Nov 1992 16:01:00 -06 from <DICKENS>
Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about Billy Libalp- he's dead, poor
boy, and buried in a simple, unmarked grave out behind the
wolverine pit. I fully intend to get a stone for him, though; it
will read: I left the time sheets for Cuthbert.
Or maybe I'll just dig him up and tatoo it on his rotting carcass.
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Date: Tue, 24 Nov 1992 13:33:37 -0500
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: GR4302
Subject: my moon pie (M.B.I.P.D. 1992 GR4302)
sitting on a stump i think
this is dumb
i could be up and up
i could be on a slow train
to the muckety-muck
i'm a cold turkey sandwich
with a shit eating grin
and a half a bag of bad rye
gone moldly around the eyes
i know
and so why do you beat on me
like this
friend?
ok
so i don't know the backward
help from my left right left
so perhaps i've hated too
you don't need to invent
poisons for mad folk heroes
destined to lead their folk
into silent sullen holes
to have sat in the back
of a movie theater and
thrived on the violence
one mind could do to
the roses that infect
a lonely love affair
hell i've violated love
i won't deny
and now sunk
i won't deny
my own trunk
won't sink unwillingly
won't sink out of sight
i'm going to sly on
and find fly another way
on the way out of the vr photobooth today
consult the relevant output and try to
strip away the bark of woody props makes
up our lives for us and decide if you
in all conceit might refuse the knife
and wait
wait for a ship
sullen and blue-mooned
something to pull off
that soft lagoon scene
a night to make it up
for all the yelling
hair pulling
box lunches
radios and other petty crimes
advertised as the contemplative lie
i think the moon in strong enough
tonight to bring some calm
some sense in its brightness
could you try
then
to be at peace with your many pieces?
amen
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Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1992 17:03:35 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
Comments: <Parser> W: FROM field duplicated. Last occurrence wasretained.
Comments: Resent-From: Hope <HAG >
From: Hope <HAG >
Subject: Output of your job "HAG"
Wael, I thought, since I've got a wad of greenbacks to spend and I
never played poker much, I might as well lose my money to some of the
old gang on fnordle. First Mr. Listserv complained that I didn't
provide a proper name--it didn't consider Hag a name--some critic.
Then I got this....
----------------------------Original message----------------------------
> sub fnord-l harried and gratified
Sorry, list FNORD-L has been locked since 11/18/92 22:27 by
majcher@. Try again later and contact list owner if
condition persists.
Don't tell me Fnordlers won't allow any GIRLS in their clubhouse. Wassa
matta, you boys gettin' exclusive over thar or ain't ya got no guts.
(See, even though I haven't visited fnord in awhile I still remember the
requirement to mention guts in every posting.)
- HAG
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Date: Tue, 24 Nov 1992 13:41:23 -0500
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: GR4302
Subject: odious melancholic
i've never been one to rave
but in my grave
i've an odious melancholy
of what left behind's
gone bad
didn't mean to leave this way
it's sad
to tell up this last stay
beneath the earth
waiting...
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Date: Tue, 24 Nov 1992 16:57:14 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: General Mills <LIBALP>
Subject: Re: Output of your jobhag
Are you having problems with your jobhag's output?
I know I am.
She's lazy, she's undependable.
She just doesn't put out like she used to.
That damn jobhag.
Still, I love her.
"Concerned",
GM
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 11:18:46 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: LIBWCA
Subject: Re: STATISTICS OF 1018 RECENT SUBJECT LINES
In-Reply-To: Message of Sun,
29 Nov 1992 23:25:00 CST from <tushar@ >
On Sun, 29 Nov 1992 23:25:00 CST <tushar@ > said:
>Statistics of 1018 subject lines, indicating a positive correlation
>between the stupidity of a thread and the enthusiasm to contribute
>to it. Gleanings excluded as an anomalous case.
>
>
>TOP TEN:
>
>83 FYFI
>67 Tercets For Triplets
>
>38 what? no report yet?
>35 Things that make you go *sigh*
>34 All This "Happy Holiday" Stuff
>31 Gleanings (69)
>29 Eggspots in the fridge
>27 Croning
>26 Interesting TV interview
>25 November 22
>
>
>MORE THAN 9 POSTINGS:
>
>24 Cincinnati dialect: Update 24 Another Contest
>22 Bernard 19 Teachers and students
>19 Imposter 18 Southern Culture on the Skids
>18 MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!!!!
>16 Real BWP Stats 15 Headless Chickens ...Everywhere
>15 Handbook for Torture? 15 Ha and ha again
>13 :-) 10 emulaser
>10 A Word question 10 'Wimmin' 'Womyn' - Historical Roots?
>
>
>LAME SUBJECT LINES:
>
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>---+--------------------------------------------------------------------
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>tushar
>[[caron]][[caron]] STATISTICS OF 1018 RECENT SUBJECT LINES
>Ù
Alright, this has gone WAY too far. None of this shit has EVER, EVER,
appeared on the Stony Brook Bloody Sphincter Clown Heart List, and
I THINK YOU GOOD AND GODDAM WELL KNOW IT, BLISTERLIP. Everyday,
faster and faster, this slop keeps leaking in with tips on exploiting
yer secretary, what people I never heard of did on Wednesday night
at Bennigans, all kinda ridiculous shit. Who's doing this? Is it
a leak from another world? Is it some cruel and misguided attempt
to drive us crazy? US, ferchristsake?
Whoever you are- Inner Earth Demons, Nazi Slavemasters, Secret Teamsters,
Banana Republicans, whoever- we can still resolve this peacefully.
Just quit. Back away. Quietly, with yer hands at yer sides, palms
out. Leave the houseplants where you found them, and DON'T TOUCH
ARTHUR'S FUCKING CAT.
This doesn't have to be ugly.
Cuthbert
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 11:44:21 EST
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Comments: Originally-From: Aaron Humphrey <aaron@ >
Comments: Warning -- original Sender: tag was SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM
From: LIBWCA
Subject: Fringe benefits
>I've been a member of the Columbia Record & Tape Club for several yearsnow.
>One of the side benefits of this is the excessive number of opportunitiesI
>get to win outlandish amounts of money through the mail. Maybe it's justmy
>intrinsic lack of self-confidence, but I've never responded to any ofthem.
>
>Since I moved across town last August(shortly before getting married),and
>sent a change of address to Columbia House, they've continued to be sentto
>my old address. (I find this strange because they followed me down to
>Edmonton in the first place five or six years ago. Maybe they'reactually
>related to my Asimov's subscription.)
Some significance, some arcane meaning, something I just don't quite
reach with my brainstem...
Who are these cheesedick bananamen with the pineapple upside-down
hearts? Will they tell us every sordid little detail of their
tiresome TigerBeat everydays before they are stopped? And I mean
stopped COLD, pop. Gotcha on the rebop. THEY WILL KNOW NOTHING,
THERE WHERE THEY ARE, AND WE WILL TAKE THEM OFF AT THE SHINS BEFORE
THE THIRD SNOW. Depend on it.
Cuthbert
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 12:09:08 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: General Mills <LIBALP>
Subject: Lopping off
>stopped COLD, pop. Gotcha on the rebop. THEY WILL KNOW NOTHING,
>THERE WHERE THEY ARE, AND WE WILL TAKE THEM OFF AT THE SHINS BEFORE
>THE THIRD SNOW. Depend on it.
>Cuthbert
In the sunny Southland, that's a lot of time to work with, Cuthbert.
So much time, in fact, that I question your resolve. But what the heck?
Stony Brook is not a place for harsh words anymore. No more spleens,
milkshake additives, or hurling of excrement. No more waiving bones
in the air, or showing bunt. SBRHYM-L is the Stony Brook Romance Dept.
nowadays, with little disembodied Valentine hearts, babies, wholesome
ingredients, kisses blown, people standing on the dock waiving hats,
and late night phone calls. Maybe, Cuthbert, the next time you're out
pissing in the snow, you'll look down at the diseased member in your
hand and think, "I don't have to waive this around in public; I could
go waive it around in the dark."
gm
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 13:39:00 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: SpellCzech <LIBJRM >
Subject: Wa(i)ve
The General sez:
>Stony Brook is not a place for harsh words anymore. No more spleens,
>milkshake additives, or hurling of excrement. No more waiving bones
>in the air, or showing bunt. SBRHYM-L is the Stony Brook Romance Dept.
>nowadays, with little disembodied Valentine hearts, babies, wholesome
>ingredients, kisses blown, people standing on the dock waiving hats,
>and late night phone calls. Maybe, Cuthbert, the next time you're out
>pissing in the snow, you'll look down at the diseased member in your
>hand and think, "I don't have to waive this around in public; I could
>go waive it around in the dark."
>gm
His point is well taken.
But, in flagrant violation of the Unwritten Code of E-Mail Etiquette (tm), I
must flame his sorry ass for his abuse of the English language (or at least
the spelling thereof). We cannot take lightly the fact that, despite his
renowned gargantuan intelligence quotient, he persists in(intentionally?!?!)
spelling the word "wave" with an "i" stuck in the middle.
It'd be one thing if it was Cuthbert; we expect no more from his type.
But a man in your position, General, must be very careful indeed.
Don't let it happen again.
We'll be watching.
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 14:33:00 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: General Mills <LIBALP>
Subject: What's the occasion?
>renowned gargantuan intelligence quotient, he persists in(intentionally?!?!)
>spelling the word "wave" with an "i" stuck in the middle.
>
>It'd be one thing if it was Cuthbert; we expect no more from his type.
"Type"! Haw! Did you do that (intentionally?)?
We suggest you confine nit-picking activities to your hippy-trippy teenage
pals or else we might have one more disembodied heart floating around.
No flames, please.
Love,
gm
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 14:07:00 -06
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: Merciful Lee Dickens <DICKENS>
Subject: Reply to What's the occasion?
We suggest you confine nit-picking activities to your hippy-trippy teenage
pals or else we might have one more disembodied heart floating around.
No flames, please.
Love,
gm
*** Comments from WHAT THE FOCK ARE *YOU* LOOKING AT, FLOWER CHILD:
Yes, Lipgerm,
How are the Little Darlings?
Wish them a Hot Opentoed Roastfoot Sandwich from Danny's for me,
willya?
Paece,
Cube
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 15:27:00 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: LIBJRM
Subject: The Occasion
>*** Comments from WHAT THE FOCK ARE *YOU* LOOKING AT, FLOWER CHILD:
>Yes, Lipgerm,
>How are the Little Darlings?
>Wish them a Hot Opentoed Roastfoot Sandwich from Danny's for me,
>willya?
>Paece,
>Cube
Oh Dana-lad, they DO miss you ever so. The way you'd bounce them on your
knee, humming Jefferson Airplane melodies while stroking off in that bucket.
Those were the good old days, eh?
Paece yourself,
Lipgerm
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 15:22:00 -06
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: Merciful Lee Dickens <DICKENS>
Subject: Reply to The Occasion
>*** Comments from WHAT THE FOCK ARE *YOU* LOOKING AT, FLOWER CHILD:
>Yes, Lipgerm,
>How are the Little Darlings?
>Wish them a Hot Opentoed Roastfoot Sandwich from Danny's for me,
>willya?
>Paece,
>Cube
Oh Dana-lad, they DO miss you ever so. The way you'd bounce them on your
knee, humming Jefferson Airplane melodies while stroking off in that bucket.
Those were the good old days, eh?
Paece yourself,
Lipgerm
*** Comments from THE GRAND DADDY OF THEM ALL:
Yes....
I hear the tender morsels have retired that old bucket. Is it true,
Oh Guru of the Secret Morning Glory Recipe?
Is Rich Rabies still foaming at the ever-widening orifice?
Wish him a Merry Fossage for me, won't you now, Darling?
And tell all those cute little budding hippie chicks I said
"Slurpfest".
They'll know what I mean.
Woodstock In Trade,
Cube
In No Way Advocating Rape
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 16:33:00 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: LIBJRM
Subject: re: Reply to The Occasion
>*** Comments from THE GRAND DADDY OF THEM ALL:
>Yes....
>I hear the tender morsels have retired that old bucket. Is it true,
>Oh Guru of the Secret Morning Glory Recipe?
>Is Rich Rabies still foaming at the ever-widening orifice?
>Wish him a Merry Fossage for me, won't you now, Darling?
>And tell all those cute little budding hippie chicks I said
>"Slurpfest".
>They'll know what I mean.
I wouldn't say "retired" so much as "enshrined"; they just couldn't bear to
part with such an integral part of their childhood memories. So there itsits,
right next to your butt plug and two-way zircon-encrusted dildo.
As for Rich, last we heard he was stroking his crystals and talking to the
trees, mumbling something about "bring back Jack Shit. bring back JackShit."
Yup, they sure do miss ya over at leri-l, Cubey. Can I call you Cubey?
-Lipgerm
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 16:29:57 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: LIBWCA
Subject: Re: Piling on
In-Reply-To: Message of Mon, 30 Nov 1992 12:09:08 EST from <LIBALP>
On Mon, 30 Nov 1992 12:09:08 EST General Mills said:
>
>In the sunny Southland, that's a lot of time to work with, Cuthbert.
>So much time, in fact, that I question your resolve. But what the heck?
>Stony Brook is not a place for harsh words anymore. No more spleens,
>milkshake additives, or hurling of excrement. No more waiving bones
>in the air, or showing bunt. SBRHYM-L is the Stony Brook Romance Dept.
>nowadays, with little disembodied Valentine hearts, babies, wholesome
>ingredients, kisses blown, people standing on the dock waiving hats,
>and late night phone calls. Maybe, Cuthbert, the next time you're out
>pissing in the snow, you'll look down at the diseased member in your
>hand and think, "I don't have to waive this around in public; I could
>go waive it around in the dark."
>
>gm
>Ù
Adept at waiving, both nocturnally and publicly, I have no need
for your advice, my dear General. It grieves me- it wounds we
to the very yellowish marrow of what was once my bones- to learn
of your lack of confidence. You don't think I do hearts? Babies?
Lacy, frilly things of uncertain provenance, floating haphazardly
in a pink, gooey haze? Romance is easy; that's why hallmark makes
those cardboard things you people send one another. You think I've
never stood on a dock, waiving my diseased member at a departing
sailor? You think I've never strangled a scornful lover? Fed her
heart to the wolverines? Her heart, mind you. Have I not stood
on the moonlit moors, howling forlornly at the uncaring moon:
"Valentine, be miiiii-iiine!
Valentine, be miiiiiii-iiiiine!"
All in vain. All in vain.
Cuthbert
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 16:46:00 -06
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: Merciful Lee Dickens <DICKENS>
Subject: HOWDY!
I'm new here and I just wondered what it is that you people discuss on
this list. Was that guy serious about the wolverines?
Gosh. He sounded kind of high strung, don't you concur?
Maybe we should go check on him... He may have swallowed his tongue!
It's possible that he was choking on a chicken bone or put out his eye
or something!
Let me through - I'm an Indian. I can help this man.
Get me some clean blankets and boil some water. NOW, DAMMIT! Every
second counts!
Someone get on the horn and get me Whiplash down in Florida.
Pronto!
Jeepers Crow
Not Fooling Anybody With This Pathetic Charade
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 22:43:56 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: LIBWCA
Subject: DON'CHA GRIEVE, LITTLE EVE...
Sudden flash of crystal-blue clarity, like the time the nitric hit
my optic nerve (try it some time)- it's that goddam CHEATING, or one
of the CHEATINGs; probly M, since no one's seen hide ner hair of
Juniper Sage in many a long month, and the rest of em was one-trick
ponies, and gad knows where SHE is- gone to roost, i guess, like
they do when they get too scary and everybody quits buying tickets.
They're all gone, Boyd I did myself and Jeffrey's taken the tonsure
and Foss is dead, I guess. Ain't nobody left from them brave days
but GR (Groaning Rebecca, Groaning Rebecca, won't you come Groaning
Rebecca with me) and he got scared off by Merciful Lee Dickens, fer
Pete- a fuckin' net character. We had balls once, and now we're
supposed to talk about SECRETARIES, and other misbegotten members
of the braindead proletariat...
I'm game if you are.
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Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1992 22:59:12 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: LIBWCA
Subject: CURLY JOE, I KNOW IT'S YOU
Problems a'plenty at the CHEATING bunker too- not impenatrable, like
it was. I slip in and out on a regular basis now; creeping around
the naugahyde furniture, drinking up all the Schnapps, even touching
the cats when I feel like it. I suppose I could bring an end to all
this- a quick shiv to the chitlins, and THEY could requiscat in
pacem, like all the others- but I just don't have the heart like I
did, nor the huevos neither. THEY've got a secretary now- didja
know that? Typing up the memoirs. Bertrand Russell on a nine-day
speed jag; Boswell with a Johnson Tool of clay. Wolfe bursts in on
Zeck, and finds him trimming bonsai with tiny, tiny tinsel, for the
little hillbilly children with the poorly-sorted genomes. All the
fun is gone, damn it. All the fun.
Cuthbert
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