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June 17, 2000
GENERAL AND LOCAL - bamboo book
TANTRICALLY SPAM PSYCHO
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He counted 5 missing children, 17 different discount offers and Christmas shop specials, 22 tech reports one of which from CompuComics, 8 returned mail with Unknown Users, a b-day e-card from unearthly friends and a �Think Different� Email Chain from New Age Napoleon drawing near Tulsa, of Samar-Kansas Republic. Labeled them all SPAM in the Outlook's �Away From Your Eyes� folder individually marked in brisk yellow. Mumbling at the carnage. The fortune cookie made it round globe 10 times but friends cut it diligently and so we go with the 28.5 laws, the wise standing and scanning your preferred poems and love-at-first-sight and never have fun, be kind and mind your own business. Tantrically Yours. He methodically replied to Hamburger Lady adding 92 other recipients of his own from the little black book so the parents and brothers and sisters everywhere, but also clients, were pretty flooded. In 2 hours he got 84 second-hand replies with the Tantrum Gift back. At which he stood speechless. Went to bed with a glowing spike on his forehead. He admitted that Microsoft, on this particular instance, was doing a good job. And he though once that he played a naive game with his own ego on something that actually was just garbage.
MORE GEOGRAPHY
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Rest on the land I know by the smell of present leaning an ear on the trail I know by the smell of all the arms I counted by the white rocky eyes should I answer this. Clear Clear and cleaner but non-lethal technology I know by the smell for faces stop my hands now where have you been you seasonal beast grinding on the beach in a stronger wind on a kite out I know by the smell in a new day walking high hopes and fearfully thinking the planet that I knows by the smell I sponsor this potential I know by the smell of fake endings out in the sun, hiding from the rest of the days I know by the smell of diplomats like maybe a pie.
MOLINAS
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You friends, hordes, faces, eyes, infidels and you brown feet in Hummin you all listen of Hasi-3 and wired of Yasi, warriors of 'Ni and you old Pistine of Palingi and Babic you all listen today to my last words. You listen today to my last words. Flying Tradictation Hill today I see finally circles of jealous satisfied in gravy. You be. Drink in full Capital Hill. Cause I am not anymore. A new job over YouKnoWhere nor a pillow to comfort and my breakfast is cheap. My Arthurian roommate flies are eating me alive but shall not skin diseases make you sad stinky. Be happy today special to me my people no other god shall you fear. And won't fuck in anybody else's home but the cave you own�
Jim!?
Send it!
Who the hell is sending this shit on my channel?
Dunno man, the PGP Group in Stanton, I guess
But why?
They're believers
Look kiddo, I've got enough crap for today already, I need a coffeeee noooooow
(Debbie, the secretary, shouting) Out-of-order, Ani
fckng crp!
DAYS OF JANI
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He called himself Jani, for he was in favor of the sacrifice of an animal, and he spoke unto them saying: "Have ye not forgotten the customs of old which were the customs of our predecessors before? Verily I say unto ye, nothing will be acceptable to the Earth-mother save it were nothing smaller an animal or fowl. Wherefore, there was about to occur a great schism between those on the one hand who were of the first faction and those on the other hand who were of the second faction. And they were exceedingly wroth one with the other. But behold, Jani did rise up and relent his position, asking neither "Be ye firm in the faith; and as ye go your separate ways take time to pause before all the glory of the Earth-mother and fail not to mediate on that which has been said and done here, yea, even as the sun does reach its height in the north (which is Midsummer) should ye mediate on these things. "For verily I say unto ye, when the sun crosses the equator, shall ye be again united here with these thy brethren." And each went his own way glorifying the Earth-mother and singing her praises, yea, even unto the very ends of the land did they journey praising the beauty of all that is to be found in earth and sky.
Now these are the records which have been made to the glory and honor of the Earth-mother.
...where the Masters report a major drift in the canon to a dense, bible-o-logically groovy mess
HIGH TOWER
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I am happy today and I pray the trees that pristine look I observe your movements, carefully track compulsions and ticks in your muscles, trying to catch the mechanics under and why I love them along with the eyelids of you insect carbonium, crouches of the inner placid lakes where I am a worm, Steely Dan, an artifact, teach me how to be a good bone, go this slow, move in and around, eagle to the high tower.
I lay exhausted like I wanted to be today and on all tomorrows but can you open the door to the sun a little?
Thank you.
Hand me the scissors.
What are you doing?
Knitting a cap for you three.
Three caps? Wool?
Yes.
What color grand?
Any color you like.
© Fortunato Caragliano
Posted by lck at June 17, 2000 04:50 PM
