[5040] in Central_America
New quotes for Sun Aug 1
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Sun Aug 1 10:20:47 1993
Date: Sun, 1 Aug 93 10:19:57 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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autumn (Barbara C. Manganis):
if you have had
your midnights
and they have drenched
your barren guts
with tears
i sing you sunrise
and love
and someone to touch
- Mari Evans
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dryfoo (Gary L. Dryfoos):
{From system: This user's .plan file tried to escape, but I caught it.}
(for Free and Highly Entertaining information on how YOU can own a
profitable KREL distributorship in your area, write to:
KREL, Inc.
% Lt. Col. Philip A. Goldman, USAF-Ret.
55 Todd St.
Warwick, RI 02888
USA
Ask for a Free Sample. Enclose SASE.
Use No Hooks! Dilute! Okay! All-One! Okay!)
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There have been no replies yet to THE CHALLENGE:
"Send me the name of a geographical entity,
and then Watch This Space"
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Meanwhile:
DESPAIR TIRE
from SeaTrain's Album "Marblehead Messenger"
(Accompanied throughout by someone playing hambone, and the soft sounds
of a sulphurous sucking mudhole.)
"How good's yer hearin'?" / The Voice said across the wire.
"You got marryin' cousins / Or any fer hire?
You got dollars or donuts / Fresh from the fire?
You got any ol' sod / Or any fresh mire?
You got sons a-gone loco / Or whores that you sired?
You notions or ideas / to crawl up on the pyre?
What've you got?" said the Voice, / And I said, "I got Despair Tire."
I been spinnin' around / Just to get higher.
I recalled an old tune -- / Figgered I'd try 'er.
(some mad fiddle)
"I cain't here a thing," / I said in a burst,
"But I coulda sworn / I wasn't here first."
"That's what I thought," / The Voice said like a gas,
"But I'll guaran-double-damn-tee you could be the last."
"Well thanks, but no thanks," / I said reachin' higher,
"And forget the hotrod / And let go my spare tire!"
"Oh sure!" said the whiskey/ "Oh suurre!" said the Voice
"Aw suuurrrre!" said the answer which wasn't a choice.
"Oh sure!" said the ashes. / "Oh sure!" said the fire.
"<bp-hekafff-huuh!>" said the motor. / And <oo-yawn> oh, Despair Tire.
(more mad fiddle)
There is nothin' to it / And not much to be
Shoutin' and hootin' / Or singin' with glee
Yep, it got pretty gruesome / There just by the Fall
And by the next Christmas / No one stood tall
And now who sits waitin' / To hear another town crier
Come screechin' the news / That they stole Despair Tire?
Well let 'em screech 'til they mantra! / Let them hem like they haw!
Let us seek out a sutra! / Let's hear the crow caw!
And sing out a good one / Fer Ma and fer Pa!
And let us dance higher! / And may we fly far!
And when we get home / Don't ferget Despair Tire!
(the whole bamn dand!)
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mhbraun (Matt Braun):
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nosaj (Jason M Sachs):
``So... how's your Korean going?---Vicki's learning Korean.'' He'd say
things like that for my benefit.
``Oh... not bad.... More verbs today.''
``Like what kind of verbs?''
``Different ways to die, different ways to kill, different ways to
destroy things.''
``Oh.''
``What about you, Roy? What did you do today?''
``Me?''
``Yeah.'' Vicki had these piercing eyes, the kind that made you think
she was lusting after someone right behind you.
-- from ``Seems to Me''
which I'm almost done writing.
(the above has no relation to the
plot, whatsoever.)
(well, not really.)
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shabby (chris shabsin):
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