[1055] in Central_America
New quotes for Fri Nov 11
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Fri Nov 11 01:43:06 1988
Date: Fri, 11 Nov 88 01:35:36 EST
From: Initializer.SysDaemon <root@CHARON.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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bigz (Jonathan A. Zissu):
Survival, plain and simple.
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capsalad (Dave Schulman):
259 smashes on the head with a pipe wrench is way too many smashes on
the head with a pipe wrench.
I could be wrong, but I hope I'm not.
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edyamp (Ed Yampratoom):
And we thank Thee that darkness remind us of light.
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esh571 (Elmer S Hung):
Who's asking, anyway?
In case you were wondering, you've reached the account of Elmer S. Hung.
If you're reading this, you obviously know how to send mail so stop hiding
and say something.
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lara (Lara J Descartes):
To end prejudice and poverty and ignorance, to end world hunger and
apartheid and war, to win all sorts of Nobel prizes for peace and
literature and physics, and also to gross out as many people as possible
while with Steve!
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rosencra (John R Buck):
And when the wombat comes, he'll find me gone.
"On Any Other Day", the Police
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rota (Gian-Carlo Rota):
It behooves us as philosophers to dodge this issue with a piece of
reasoning.
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wchuang (William Chuang):
"An individual that is ignorant of his or her own imperfections can
never be as happy as one who is aware of more, because the fool ...
feels not at all the good which those imperfections qualify."
Rob said to this quote (from J.S. Mill), "I find this reply
unsatisfactory, and will examine the argument further in my own
analysis."
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Rob, do you need an analysis? I think the fool would be so much more
happy. Now I know what goes on beyond my sight, and my emotions are
tearing me apart. Is that the sign of a happy man? Does it make me
feel good (or even satisfied) that I know what the *fuck* is happening
to me? If Mill's statement is true, then why the hell am I so damn
near breaking? I would happily grab a gun and shoot a person, and
maybe another. I want to destroy this institution called life. It is
so damned useless. Why? Why? Why?
I really think someone up there is out to get me. To cast me upon the
ground, and then squelch all my hopes is not the work of Providence.
What have I to say? MAKE ME A FUCKING FOOL!!!!! DO IT NOW! I WOULD
LOVE NOTHING OTHER THAN BEING A GIBBERING IDIOT WHO DID NOT KNOW WHAT
WAS HAPPENING TO EVERYTHING HE THOUGHT EXISTED. What am I, a toy?
Are you up there tossing calamities at me, just to see what I would do
and how I would deal with them? Am I Job? HELL, NO!
I wish I were blind and stupid...
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_Murder by Numbers_
Once that you've decided on a killing
First you make a stone of your heart
And if you find that your hands are still willing
Then you can turn a murder into art
There really isn't any need for bloodshed
You just do it with a little more finesse
If you can slip a tablet into someone's coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
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_King of Pain_
There's a little black spot on the sun today
That's my soul up there
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
That's my soul up there
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
That's my soul up there
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I always thought that you could end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
There's a blue whale beached by a springtide's ebb
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
There's a black winged gull with a broken back
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
That's my soul up there...
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Rob, I know where she goes and what she does on weekends. If only
someone would remove what I know from my brain...
I shall die the king of a lonely land.
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