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Date: Thu, 8 Oct 1992 15:40:05 GMT
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From: "Dktr. Subtilis (ego vamp -" <cheating@CCVM.SUNYSB.EDU>
Subject: Re: i tried sending this to cheating but it bounced
>I didn't want to have ANOTHER time-wasting, energy-
>sucking PROBLEM on my hands.
And I'm sorry, robert, that that's precisely what you got, or felt you
got, upon venturing in here: it's a touched clique, I'm perhaps on terms
with only the One (who was last seen binnacling through the Alps -- &
to make matters worse, she was forced to write me a letter saying not
to attempt to rescue her: but, the fools, I saw through it readily:
she'd %never% write "shant" without the apostrophe), it's a cliched
torque, thick-skinned and featuring Dana on hambone cuz he do do that
voodoo he do so well, and membership is a matter of staying power, not
of reception, which means "cheating'll sink us" is just now about the
oldest refrain-from-touching-the-polyester humming about, la-de-la,
I'm so lucky.
>1) some dumb sap posts something
>
>2) the clubby clique smashes them for being inane
> dolts
Almost, technically correct, but you need to emphasize the absolute
apathy the clubby clique has for its members, finding that everyone
is partie favors for those hours when, and this is the Grand part,
Library duties fail to adequate Deep Meaning to their quotidiens
(Dobis? DOBIS? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, serves the mongrels right)
and outdone is a sumptious rollick. Best of luck with your menagerie;
if you have need of any kittens, I may know a source.
>take care cheating, and don't get too involved in
>this stupid energy wasting argument.
No matter, no matter at all: since LIBALP put up his guitar, this li'l
abittoir's not even had muzak to stay restlessness. At least Hope had
a new member 'n' I like to feel we all had a part in that (hurrah!) ...
>PS- i don't know if it was you who re-subscribed me, but
>please don't do it again, or try to circumvent my cron job
>by signing me up on other LISTSERVers. I can crank up my
>crontab to run my signoff every minute if i need to... or
>i can change my login id... etc. etc.
I know you can, robert, and, though %that% is easily circumvented, I'll
let you dissipate in peace: I won't even copy this message on to you,
which gives it that tasty hyposemia that's always been less than any of
us would give the lie to. Yum! Yum! Dinner's subserved in a priori
messhalls at 0760 hours.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-mmmmmmm-good, stoop is glaum fod
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Date: Thu, 8 Oct 1992 16:43:00 -05
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From: Merciful Lee Dickens <DICKENS>
Subject: TRICK OR TREAT
SO
What do you think of my costume?
Can you tell who I'm going as this year?
I remember trick-or-treating years ago when the world was a little more
innocent (or at least a little less conspicuous in its cruelty). I
was a young skeleton of maybe six years, entrusted to the care and
steerage of some students from my father's 5th grade class (he was the
teacher - not a student, you'll be pleased to note) and I followed them
like a tiny Sancho Panza into a sleazy dimly-lit cocktail lounge on
Narragansett Boulevard. Our arrival was as natural then as it might
seem to me now, were I one of those barflies that looked up at the
procession of Supermen and Sad Sacks, bags outstretched and demanding
the bounty promised them. My eyes have been on both sides of that
skeleton mask since then. And these sunglasses are for your
protection, not mine. Remember that.
Anyway, I recall the effect our entrance and cries of "Trick or Treat"
had on the place. It lit those old boozehounds up like a row of soggy
jack o'lanterns to see young spooks and goblins come in off the street.
They gathered around us, laughing and pretending to pour a drink in a
bag here, reaching out and dropping one of those little plastic
swizzlestick swords in another bag there...
I think they realized our mutual assembly was all somehow related -
that though their charter may not have been as old as ours, there was
still some common ancestry, some reason for attendance. Maybe we
served as faint reminders to the children buried within them of some
elusive thing (what was it?) that they knew was right on the tip of
their tongues when they came in, but couldn't for the life of them
remember now.
We were the returning scouts, the advance party sent out so long ago,
showing up at the scheduled rendezvous to find that those we'd left
behind had grown feeble-minded and frail, trading blood for whiskey and
hope for handfuls of random anaesthesia.
Speaking from my present barstool, I'm sure that more than one among
them were relieved to find us friendly.
So, Anyway,
What do you think of my costume?
Can you tell who I'm going as this year?
Try to act surprised.
You've Been A Great Audience!
Thank You And Good Night!
New Improved
Merciful Lee Dickens
Kinder, Gentler
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Date: Fri, 9 Oct 1992 12:54:00 -05
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From: Merciful Lee Dickens <DICKENS>
Subject: MR. SIGHTGAG
Hey, Whistledick, Gag on THIS sight!
Imagine... calling my sensitive musings sight gags! God, that loams my
paramecium! That really disburses my sporran, laddie. It inhibits my
caboodle. And brings us to:
the 23rd installment of Dictionary Headers:
Florid - Flunky
Physical Chemistry - Pickaninny
Cataleptic - Caterpillar
Socket - Soldier
Postnatal - Pottery
----and especially for whichever of you dweebs slandered me:
Impugner - Inattention
It's Friday and I'm Content,
Merciful Lee Dickens
Net Character
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Date: Tue, 13 Oct 1992 23:35:55 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: it was the ballistics, man
humor me. give me a pig in a poke and i'll poke its eyes out.
so we can't communicate here in this post-postness of a world.
well it's a joke. so why not? smash your tv....or not. hmmmmm...
i can't say as i have anything to say to the nay sayers except
bah. bah. hmmmm......and the observers, please to goto fuckself....
pretty please.
%^#(#
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Date: Sun, 18 Oct 1992 15:36:16 CST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: GR4302
Subject: heroes
all your heroes are tainted
they are all just so much dung
there is no-one to love
don't you know so-and-so is a murderer?
anyone who believes such-and-such is duped
or just out for vulgar profit
don't believe anyone
don't fight
we do not want activity among the people
here, worship this card
a caricature of our ancestors
what need you see more?
don't believe anyone
don't fight
we do not want activity among the people
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Date: Sun, 25 Oct 1992 00:42:55 CST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: GR4302
Subject: L. speaks ("I", Artificial and Otherwise)
We can say about Taube's non-denumerable continuum of meaning that it,
like the non-denumerable contiuum of quantum possibility, is unstable,
not static, always by definition subject to the alterations inflicted
upon it by the active shaping of meanings, the individual's reaching
form into the continuum to produce a possible crystalization, a slice
of meaning.
For machines to communicate as people do, then, they are going to have to
be as uncertain about their communications as people are.
Life itself, you see, is representational. The world that we daily create
with our human arts between our ears is susceptible to the same limitations
and necessities as painting, poetry or cybernetics.
All meaning is allegorical. The ancients understood this.
Today our representational strategies are so sublimated by our inherited
cultural arrogance that we see our lives as seemless organic developments.
Wait, you say, this won't do/ what's the matter with you/ all it takes is
faith and trust!! BUT THERE'S ONE THING YOU FORGOT! YEP! AND WITHOUT IT
WE'RE FALLING ON OUR FACES FOLKS!! WHAT AND WHAT DOES NOT EQUAL WHAT!
See the "Otherwise" is, of course, a joke! All Intelligence is Artificial!
Think about it, Bozo...Go look up the etymology of the word if you must!
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Date: Sun, 25 Oct 1992 01:07:23 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: is that an Ark??
Baseball just went to Canada
Let this be a lesson to you
Take off!!
And learn to sing through your nose
America, America
Ginsberg was right
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Date: Mon, 26 Oct 1992 08:34:00 EST
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From: LIBALP
Subject: ball
Good job, GR90210. Just when we thought Bill was going to pull through,
you hadda go an' make Insensitive Remarks.
GR90210's nasty behavior vindicates all those people who said
that GR90210 was going to be a nasty person if he grew up.
Nice sideburns, though.
alp
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Date: Mon, 26 Oct 1992 10:40:11 EST
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From: LIBWCA
Subject: Re: ball
In-Reply-To: Message of Mon, 26 Oct 1992 08:34:00 EST from <LIBALP>
On Mon, 26 Oct 1992 08:34:00 EST <LIBALP> said:
>Good job, GR90210. Just when we thought Bill was going to pull through,
>you hadda go an' make Insensitive Remarks.
>
>GR90210's nasty behavior vindicates all those people who said
>that GR90210 was going to be a nasty person if he grew up.
>
>Nice sideburns, though.
>
>alp
Hey, no- it's OK, man. That GR, he's a nice guy; life is tough when
yer name sounds like Rosemary Cloony doing a bad impression of Tony
the Tiger. You gotta make some allowances. Remember high school?
Hell, some of my personalities have scars to this day. Sometimes
you just gotta lash out, and if innocent people get hurt, well, so
much the better. GR got a grip, he got his therapy going, we shunt
bust in while he's working the changes. Just kick back. I got some
ceegars, got some Canadian Mist, let's be cool.
Bill
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Date: Mon, 26 Oct 1992 10:07:48 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: re: ball
simplify
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Date: Mon, 26 Oct 1992 10:23:54 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: re: Bill's re: Ball
Bill. You gotta get rid of the mist stuff. It's your liver again.
And I didn't shave the sideburn, just grew half a beard around it.
And now my legs! Migosh, I'm turning into a nute!
Help! My face is gone!
Hit me in the knees
Carry me home
Help! I got my hairdo from
A girl in California
With her nose on the run!
Help! This is Bill's liver! He's at it again! I'm going to hold
my breath until he turns green! Where's my gun!
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Date: Mon, 26 Oct 1992 13:15:29 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: LIBWCA
Subject: re: Bill's re: Ball
In-Reply-To: Message of Mon, 26 Oct 1992 10:23:54 CST from <GR4302>
On Mon, 26 Oct 1992 10:23:54 CST <GR4302> said:
>Bill. You gotta get rid of the mist stuff. It's your liver again.
>And I didn't shave the sideburn, just grew half a beard around it.
>And now my legs! Migosh, I'm turning into a nute!
>Help! My face is gone!
>Hit me in the knees
>Carry me home
>Help! I got my hairdo from
>A girl in California
>With her nose on the run!
>
>Help! This is Bill's liver! He's at it again! I'm going to hold
>my breath until he turns green! Where's my gun!
DON'T TALK ABOUT MY LIVER! DON'T YOU FUCKIN' TALK ABOUT MY LIVER!
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Date: Tue, 27 Oct 1992 08:07:47 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: YOUR LIVER!!!
Your liver! Your liver! Na na na na na! Wait... this isn't talking,
this is typing!!
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Date: Tue, 27 Oct 1992 11:19:20 EST
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From: LIBWCA
Subject: Re: YOUR LIVER!!!
In-Reply-To: Message of Tue, 27 Oct 1992 08:07:47 CST from <GR4302>
On Tue, 27 Oct 1992 08:07:47 CST <GR4302> said:
>Your liver! Your liver! Na na na na na! Wait... this isn't talking,
>this is typing!!
Precisely the reason, my dear Gelatininous Ronciford, for the
continuing link between your fifth and sixth vertebrae. I'm
not an unreasonable man. Work with me on this.
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Date: Tue, 27 Oct 1992 11:35:00 EST
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From: LIBJRM
Subject: Liver
All this talk of liver's made me hungry....
Actually, Bill's just blowing hot air; he won't hurt you if you just TALK
about his liver; it's when you TOUCH it that he REALLY gets mad.
-Lipgerm,
hands still a-drip with bile
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Date: Wed, 28 Oct 1992 18:19:30 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: liver on the bed
liver on the bed!
liver in the backseat!
half my head's
got it in for my feet
and my spleen
hasn't been seen
for a month of tuesdays
i'll take it all ways
i'll take it, liver!
if you'll be my giver
Haehh! Uhhhh! Ooo yeh!
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Date: Wed, 28 Oct 1992 18:22:48 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: do you want?
do you want an economy that produces more steaming gazelle entrails
than demand demands? would you like to beaten by exotic spleens
every night? you can have it, mon frere! we're on the threshold of
a New World Orgy of snotgobs of mucous! so demand the best!
no synthetic bunny gallbladders for me, buddy! i'll take mastadon!
vote for tony baretta's cockatiel!
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Date: Tue, 27 Oct 1992 17:23:21 GMT
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From: "(Rita M____ R_____)" <rita >
Subject: Call for Submissions
The Lowell Pearl, an established literary journal published in
association with The University of Massachusetts * Lowell, and the
Massachusetts Arts Council, is currently accepting submissions for the
fall edition.
DEADLINE IS NOVEMBER 20 1992
Please include a self-addressed, stamped envelope with your
submission of fiction, essay, or poetry for notification.
Simultaneous submissions allowed.
The Lowell Pearl
(address deleted)
--
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Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1992 11:00:00 EST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
Comments: No poem for today. This is a substitute, chosen at random.
From: Bialik Poetry Server <BIALIK@BRANDEIS.BITNET>
Subject: Poem number 881228
A Birthday
Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
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Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1992 14:52:57 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: Look! Someone cast Pearls!
Ahahahahahahhahahhahahahahhahahahhahhahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahhahahahhahahh! Ha ha ha!
--Submit! Submit!
--No! No! Please!
Okay, anyone who wants to can steal this and submit it to those fools at
the Lowell:
There once was a pig-dog from River
Who endulged in the eating of liver
Raw, baked or fricaseed
He'd beg for his need
Then pewk it back up on the giver
There's a Pearl for ya!
How often can YOU get three prepositions to stand in a row like a little
line of soldiers! FAte! FAte!
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Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1992 15:29:00 -06
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From: Merciful Lee Dickens <DICKENS>
Subject: ATTENTION PLEASE!
For MY abject submission to the critics at Lowell, I would like to
forward my most recent post to the craven gigolos over to the Fnord-L
clubhouse, which (if you ast me) reads up as fine as your best modern
nowadays-type fictionary kind of writing now available on the current
shelves of your typical novel store or library of choice. Goes
something like this here, Jack:
**********************************************************************
Okay, gather round, Kids!
Now someone, and I'm not naming any names, is just being totally
irresponsible with their bubblegum. I mean, they chew it awhile and
then they just take it out of their mouths and drop it right on the
ground. This is not only rude, it's unsanitary.
Now, as you know, there are a few people here who may not have as much
as the rest of us - who may not have any bubblegum money left over
after paying the bills - and, People? Let me just tell you: that poor
boy or girl is going to be tempted to pick that bubblegum off the
ground where someone has thoughtlessly thrown it and put it in THEIR
mouths and chew it.
Now, I know that's not a very pleasant thought, but, frankly, LIFE is
not always pleasant, and one of the unpleasant FACTS OF LIFE is that a
person is going to do whatever it takes to feel accepted. Even if it
means stuffing a nasty old gob of used gum in their mouths.
Don't shake your head no, Mr. Cheating. Under the right circumstances,
the average human being is capable of ANYTHING.
But Kids, the point that I'm trying to stress here about not chewing
anything you might find discarded in the dirt is that YOU NEVER KNOW
WHO may have been chewing it first - or second or even third, for that
matter - or if maybe they had a cold or some kind of lip disease or
something, so PLEASE: take that into consideration and remember to
dispose of your gum properly when you're through with it.
Alright, that's enough preaching for one day.
Everybody back to the tire swings.
Oh, Arthur. Would You Mind Waiting Behind?
Merciful
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Date: Fri, 30 Oct 1992 14:49:53 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: so!
So Mr. No-Mercy! You admit to being a vile Fnordian!
I shoulda guessed! I shoulda known! No wonder you are a pig!
By the way, Pat's Fnord-l is the most idiotic, solipsistic,
sophomoric pile of shit and trash on the net!
(or has it changed its diapers recently? i doubt it.)
As for me, give me the Underground Bozoid Headless Horseshit List or
give me e-death!
;)##
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Date: Fri, 30 Oct 1992 16:02:00 EST
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From: LIBALP
Subject: List disowner
>By the way, Pat's Fnord-l is the most idiotic, solipsistic,
>sophomoric pile of shit and trash on the net!
Watch this space for a denial of responsibility by Pat. Stay tuned.
Assuming, of course, this isn't a conspiracy.
alp
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Date: Fri, 30 Oct 1992 23:25:40 EST
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From: HAG <HAG >
Subject: Re: so!
In-Reply-To: Message of Fri, 30 Oct 1992 14:49:53 CST from <GR4302>
On Fri, 30 Oct 1992 14:49:53 CST <GR4302> said:
>So Mr. No-Mercy! You admit to being a vile Fnordian!
>I shoulda guessed! I shoulda known! No wonder you are a pig!
>By the way, Pat's Fnord-l is the most idiotic, solipsistic,
>sophomoric pile of shit and trash on the net!
>(or has it changed its diapers recently? i doubt it.)
Awww....whassa matta Grimace, did they reject your postings. Ooops,
sorry, catty mode off. So whas happenin in the Fnordle world. At 1200
baud from home I had to give up some lists and fnordle didn't make the
cut--any life over there or is it still the comfortable sameness. By
the way, I knew baby's latest nickname reminded me of someone--it's those
damned initials GR--can't use them anywhere without being reminded of
you toots. Baby's latest nickname, by the way, is Gropia (as in grope)
for reasons that would be obvious if you could see her. All this kid does
is eat. She certainly doesn't sleep, at least not during the day.
Sleep, sleep and solitude. Those elusive and much desired states shunned
by many but desperately sought by one who has seen neither for so long
a time. Ah but no I wouldn't trade one day of cries and diapers for
either--well maybe one day but certainly not more. It's going by too damn
fast. Oh well, yawn, yawn, it's one thing to pull all-nighters when
one is an undergrad but I'm getting too old for this.
g'night guys, smooch, smooch
- Hope, still alive and kickin'
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