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| May 14th, 2004 04:05 AM | |
| executioneer | stories for the bored and retarded forum |
| May 13th, 2004 09:51 PM | |
| ArrowX | DID YOU FUCKING WRITE THAT!?!?! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! |
| May 13th, 2004 09:30 PM | |
| Mr. Vagiclean | LOL FORGOT .... |
| May 13th, 2004 09:29 PM | |
| Mr. Vagiclean | to read |
| May 13th, 2004 09:27 PM | |
| camacazio | Holy shit that's a long one. |
| May 13th, 2004 08:48 PM | |
| Esuohlim |
I DID NOT FEEL SEPARATED I FELT VERY CLOSE EVEN THOUGH WE WERE THOUSANDS OF MILES APART AND I WAS SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE HERE I FELT CLOSE HOW ARE YOU THIS IS DURBAN WE FEEL WE ARE A PART OF THE WORLD AT LAST IN THE PALACE HERE I AM WAITING FOR THE PRESIDENT I SEND YOU GREETINGS HERE I AM IN THE GALLERY LOOKING AT THIS BIG PENCIL I AM LAUGHING COGITO ERGO SUM GO GO GO SENTENCE swing swing swing ring ring ring ring ring let herethereeverywhereGUMBOGUMBOhellholeI DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY A LITTLE LEARNING IS A DANGEROUS THING FREEDOMFREEDOMFREEDOMGET OFF ME GET OFF MY BACK SCRATCH MY ASS DOUGLAS HOW ARE YOU? FAR AWAY YET FREE DONT COME AFTER ME PHI KAB NAUNG LANG PHAU PHI NAUNG SEX RELATIONS BETWEEN FIRST COUSINS ARE FORBIDDEN THE MOON BRIGHTENS THE BATTLE CAMP SO YOU LIKE TO LOOK AT ME PAY FOR IT YOU PAMPER ME SO MUCH YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A QUEEN I SEND GREETINGS FROM FRANKFURT GOD BLESS AMERICA AMERICA NEEDS IT ANIMALS ARE GOOD TO THINK AND GOOD TO PROHIBIT BE GOOD IT IS THE TIME TO BE GOOD I LOVE EVERYBODY I HATE EVERYBODY THE SON IN LAW MUST NOT ENTER ENTER THE SLEEPING QUARTES THROUGH THE DOORWAY OF THE PARENTS IN LAW CALL ME RIGHT NOW TO SAVE THE WORLD I LOVE YOU WORLD WORLD WHEN WILL YOU SEE HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE STOP DYING WORLD HERE IN THE BRONX WE HATE THE POLICE GIVE ME YOUR HAND I FEEL YOUR FINGER HERE MANY MILES APART I THINK IN BASEL WE UNDERSTAND AND APPRECIATE YOUR WORK KEEP GOING WE ARE BEHIND YOU NO BODY CAN SWEAT SO MUCH WE FIND YOU NEAR EVEN WHEN FAR TO THE HEALTH OF DON CESARE'S WOMA N AU REVOIR MONS ENFANTS RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED BLUE BLUE BLUE BLUE I AM SO BLUE I SAW A MAN HE HELD A STICK OUT TO ME I HOLD THIS STICK OUT TO YOU ACROSS THE WORLD I ASK YOU WHEN WILL YOU COME TO MOSCOW AGAIN DOUGLAS er mirror miroir mirage THE BUSHES TWITCHED AGAIN THE STICK BEGAN TO GROW SHORTER IN BOTH ENDS HERE IN KAUNAS WE HAVE SATAN MAKING LOVE TO AN ANGEL IS THIS WHAT DROVE HIM INTO HELL WELL THis thing of of writing in all caps is getting a bit tiresome and why does this sentence have sound so disgusting and arty who do think we are james joyce's greatgrandchildren or some kind of gertrude stein stein stein at least there are a few things that could be done to make this page look a little more attractive or at least more readable but thEN DON'T BE SO F***ING LITERAL YOU #@%*! THIS ISN'T A TYPOGRAPHY LESSON LIke the one that beautiful Swedish girl gave me on the train to Gdansk and then later in the cargo hold of the ship with the moonlight on here snowy-white scandanavian breasts which made me feel so arf arf arf This is another lustless technical test before all hell breaks lose with artists contrbuting scatological prose and poetry, but is this really art, or is it so what else can be said, anyway and more and more and more but what difference is this making WELL ISN'T IT JUST FUN TO WRITE TOGETHER LIKE THIS millenial exaggerations overstate our singularity,basic humanity is as lonely as (I'm feeling a bit spacy) there are a lot of things that could be said, but i don't know what to say but i want to say it my father is coming near have to stop now he always comes upstairs like this in the middle of the night dust follows dust in the endless progression of biological kitchen-ware 1001001 SOS 1001001 IN DISTRESS 100100 Everything is deeply interwingled I want to be unique, just like everyone else After this, Jon decided, finally, to attempt to bring the killers to justice, in his own way, of course, and, in so doing, rid the world of a terrible scourge, reviled by all yet fascinating as well to a small, perverted subset of the community who had watched their antics progress from random, petty violence to the full-fleged sociopathic acts they had been performing, almost as if for entertainment for our benefit, for the last eight months all this mirroring the other night, when, travelling uptown on the 6 train, a man and a woman got on at 23rd street, laughing and babbling to one another in some uncomprehensible language while I leaned back against the bench, trying hard not to fall asleep, and the woman sitting next to me jabbed at my arm and asked me creakily, a microphone held up to her neck because I think her larnyx had been removed, "What language you think they're talking" the problem for the revolutionary artist in the nineteenth century--perhaps it is still the problem--was how to use the conditions of artistic production with easel, in the studio, in the salon for a month, and then on the wall of a sitting room in the Faubourg Saint-Germain? how to a means of artistic distribution to bypass the art market or the exhibition? how to destroy the normal public for art, and invent another? how to make art "popular"? how to exploit one's privacy, and the insights it allowed, and yet escape from it? And of course, there, alone on a bench as the moon sunk, I sat, the darkness engulfing me in my little boat as the lake rippled around me, fish leaping, frogs croaking in the dark early morn, and still I was there, alone on a large vast sea of metaphorical water, waiting for the sun to rise and shed some light on me, the fish, the frog, the boat and the lake And of course, there, alone on a bench as the moon sunk, I sat, the darkness engulfing me in my little boat as the lake rippled around me, fish leaping, frogs croaking in the dark early morn, and still I was there, alone on a large vast sea of metaphorical water, waiting for the sun to rise and shed some light on me, the fish, the frog, the boat and the lake THERE WAS A YOUNG MAN FROM BOMBAY ON A SLOW BOAT TO CHINA ONE DAY WAS TRAPPED IN THE TILLER BY A SEX CRAZED GORILLA AND CHINA'S A LONG WAY AWAY And down went the bucket into the subconscious, BELIEVE IT IF YOU NEED IT / IF YOU DON'T JUST / PASS IT ON so the thing occurred to me that if I cut off my foot people might respect me more or at least pay attention to me limping down the highway or perhaps an eye missing and an eye patch like some Napoleonic hero with a sword rusted from continental wars and a sash of Chinese silk as red as the lips of a country wife cooking sourdough biscuits in the cool afternoon of late summer in the mountains rearing up over the shoulder of the world cool and soft like my cousin Jane that summer on the lake in the late 1950's though every time I've touched someone remains burned into my brain like as I walked down moshoulu parkway, the street of my youth, in my mind while sitting here in new jersey, the idea of the Bronx became more real to me yet again I hear the birds sing their sweet song of indolence as the street sweepers and feral dogs lusted after the twilight softly falling on the street corner CHRIS WAS HERE! few ways to communicate with others not so around you This is definitely the fun part --Oh Daedulus!! if only you would reveal your heart's depth-- why does it always get so late so fast all alone on a friday night at work I feel connected to everyone and noone at the same time as though anyone really cares - yet I do; in that somnambulistic nether world betwixt and between there is concern for it all - not worry, just concern any fool can make an enemy, but it takes a good man to make one's enemy ones friend , I was being groomed to succeed the king - unfortunatly the king found ot and now it's memory only memory for me sounds of water and the moon a feral cousin when Richard Nixon said, "Menin aeide, Thea, Peleadeo Akilleus," as he boarded the plane for the last time, vanity We came across three green Acadias in the stable where two horses stood eating strange lASTING MARzipan when all of a sudden one of the Acadias said: Black is my color, though sometimes I like white also, right, also red a lot, specially when it's my cat purring softly, I turned my inward self to my Higher Power, Meher Baba, Wow, I was a part of the world's first collaborative sentence! unfortunately there's a period in here somewhere war fever ran high in the New England town to which we new, young officers from Plattsburg were assigned, an we were flattered when the firt citizens took us to their their homes, mking us feel heroic "Here lies a Hampshier Grenadier Who caught his death in some ways the sad thing is that insominia is often disguised as a terrible social disease when in fact it is quite normal for most driven, entrepreneurial, outgoing individuals who don't know when to stop their inevitable drive to the top -- considerin Facts don't come with points of view, Facts don't do what I want them to but it looks just fine to me and so does the world we live in today and tomorrow which only improves in inverse relation to the way people complain about how things used to be and how much worse they are now even though they're really better (but different) and things will continue to decline if we do not use our minds to create solutions rather than waste our time on drivel and this could qualify as drivel because although his eyes blazed with good intent, his hands ruined marriages, careers and the faith in God of a more than a few good people who never saw him as driven by ego, which he absolutely was, and it pains me to even think of the women who couldn't muster a "no" when I want to be Ellen, I like you but there's a wall up which I cannot climb, even though the suckers at the end my fingers have been is this working I cannot see if it is but that's all right I guess it is working BROOKE LORREN SHARER was here and then I saw that Write on TAT GRUBSTREET OnAndOnAndOn let there be dialogue, world wide dialogue THOMAS SCOTT HOWDERSHELL, a rider and writer, a wrider or riter I guess he would say, informed me that he had seen the light while riding his Harley one dark desert night, he should pass on a thought to the world on this day, "LOVE IS THE ANSWER," then putted away Today is the greatest day I have ever seen Only then would the young man be allowed to remove the sacred Mother Board "Bob Baker? Bob Baker!!" She cried as she ripped my hairs out but you must remember that you are someone else and I am still right here --I am becoming-- Ich war Atheist bis ich merkte dass ich Gott bin so snow, so snow-tired eyes, so crusty and dusty eyelids screech across those snow-tired eyes nownownownownownownownownow----------------------------------------------------- in the larger context of the history of method itself it need not be the kind of love that murks unknowingly through a heart, or the kind that forces its will with an arrow of inevitability fnord another piece of mindless drivel it looks like the sun through opaque glass looks like the sun through opaque glass IT LOOKS LIKE THE SUN THROUGH OPAQUE GLASS like sproinging springs his curled cats' whiskers danced through the bucket of lime jello, glowing yellow-green in the days' fading sunlight, and yet I saw that it would be noon before we stopped O P A Q U E G L A S S O P A Q U E G L A S S i t l o o k s l i k e t h e s u n t h r o u g h o p a q u e g l a s s why don't we just hug each other more sitting here wondering where this will all take us i felt a flowing, following feeling, pushing my body into the moist, dark eart h and as the death of my father took revenge on the whole village, i knew that all justified means would come through me AND THROUGH ME ONLY je t'aime toujours, and when the earth collides with the sun I will still know that it's raining in Amsterdam -- And that rain shall cry tear-shaped drops upon the hills until such time as la phrase ue a des pensees si engageantes hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm Dear Fujiko, This is a more important innovation than my first global satellite work! Please tune in with Yamaguchi and add a fragment to The World's First Collaborative Sentence To get on the World Wide Web you ask yourself or your friends Once there you dial the number below: Love, I saw it Amazing See us: httpc//andante iss uw edu pl sie ma, jacek szamrej, Center for Complex Systems, Institute for Social Studies, UnUniv of Warsaw, Poland la phrase qui a des pensees si engageantes la phrase qui a des pensees si engageantes pousoons jusqu'a la foret j'ai vu cette phrase naitre! allons a l'indigotenie theory is assimilated into the humanities in two principal ways--by critical interpretation and by artistic experiment "heuretics," the latter approach, functions at the same level of generality as "hermeneutics" theorists from plato to derrida have influenced the making of arts and letters as much as they they have their analysis and intepretation recognizing this fact opens an op- portunity for a heuretic pedagogy a young girl accidentally sees her fiance urinating and is positive she can never marry him, as his penis is far too long and would hurt or kill her her mothe persuades her to try it first, as she can then break the engagement if it is really too long they discuss the matter with the fiance and all go to the bedroom "now, i'll put my two hands around it," says the mother, "and then, if you think you can take more, you tell me and i'll take my hands away" as intercourse progresses, the mother takes away first one hand, then the other, without waiting to be told "oh, mother!" the girl finally cries, "why don't you take your hands away?" (idaho, 1919) the most powerful influence of the computer on modern thinking, i would argue, is not statistical or scientific, bujt humanistic is this not the death of literature? two soldiers, strangers to each other, are opening their mail "now isn't that the most considerate wife," one of them marvels aloud, "sends me a hair right off her snatch to remember her by" the other soldier takes the hair out of his hands, draws it through his fingers, sniffs it, and holds it to the light "pardon me," he says, "ain't your name hawkins?" behavioral thinking is inferior to visual thinking interprovinetsation, a musical link to the sentence by Lois Anderson and a funny video created by a well-known artist and then there was eternity structuralism is essentially an activity, ie, he controlled succession of a certain number of mental operrations: we might speak of structuralist activity as we once spoke of surrealist activity the goal of all structuralist activity, whether reflexive or poetic, is to reconstruct an "object" if psychologically speaking, the striptease relationship is sadomasochistic, socil\ologically this sadomasochism is essential to the educational rite that is being fulfilled the striptease unconsciously eaches the spedctator, who seeks and accepts frustration, that the means of production are not in his possession americans think we cannot think in south africa let me think for you let me say that hat we mor ethan yhou must renew the artistic/cultural debate in this sowrld read comic books that is the only way dad did you ever wonder what it is like to be batman? once the feeling passes all i can do is mention my skin which covers me like your cloak or a leather jacket shredded by time though the feeling persists that all this would be solved by an application of kerosene twice every morning so the king came back and said to me JOHN he said to me JOHN he said so I said YES so he said KNEEL and I said NO so he said OH THOU FALSE PATAPHYSICIAN and I said I'M FROM KANSAS, PERSONALLY which made him still madder and the spiral at the center of his chest turned menacingly COMMA start again I mean what I was really trying to say was here's a word from Here and here's a header and MIHR heals the physical body and the electric body, ta Chuck and Marshall to the Divine to the Subline to the Pool of Tears from the Dalai Lama's sister to the Divine to the Subline to the Pool of Tears from the Dalai Lama's sister Lois Lane in a rain slicker, what man could resist as the traveler considered the network of lines that enlace but was sidetracked by the lights on the highway ; chaos is web is order; Yo tengo contacto con gente en BARCELONA y ITALI pero lo mas increible es poder comunicarse con gente en todas partes del mundo Yo tengo contacto con gente en BARCELONA y ITALI pero lo mas increible es poder comunicarse con gente en todas partes del mundo Moi j'ai des persones avec laquelle je parle col'odenaterus Io posso comunicarmi con gente in tanti paesi perche col computer di oggi e cosi Nel mezzo camin di nostra vita mi ritoverai nel una selva scura chi dirita via Erase una vez habia un hombre que trabajaba en television y ahora, NADA toevoeging voor de langste zin ter wereld in het Hollands nu als Remco dit leest:de groeten aan hollnad en sinterklaasbboterham met kaas wil dat wat materie betreft het is hier in newjork nu half drie smiddags ik wou zeggen dat ik erg veel hou van je pe jdjdjdjjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdsllslslllsa EN EL PRINCIPIO DIOS CREO LOS CIELOS Y LA TIERRA desafortunadamente algunos años después EL PREDICADOR descubrió que VANIDAD DE VANIDADES TODO ES VANIDAD oh oh algo salio mal empecemos de nuevo DEO MAXIMA GLORIA y acuérdate que MALO MORI QUAM F‘DARI nada and I want it with less things, so there and I want it with less things, so there's a way to see things, believe, trust and relax, and I want it with less things, so there's a way to see things, believe, trust and relax, and remind yourself that you truly matter,so take care of yourself Hey this is pretty neeneat der krieg ist also ein akt der gewalt um den gegner zur erfuellung unseres willens zu zwingen gewalt das heisst die physische gewalt denn eine moralische gibt es ausser dem begriffe des staates und gesetzes nicht ist also das mittel dem gegner unseren willen aufzuzwingen der zweck or may the Good Goddess grant me darkness what sublime and eclectic personalities are showcased in this sentence sleeping at the keyboard barefoot in the park, on a sunday bloody sunday, I walked with little big man weirdness, total utter weirdness We are the world we are the children, Yuck Yuck I am the world and the children not forever yet infinitely Montaigne said "Que sais-je?" which sounds fancy until you realise he said "What do I know?" in French but I use this sentence to find women who want to have cybersex with me, so if you're interested mail me a description of yourself and some hot ideas to (replacing the periods with kommas since no periods are allowed here) norman,ohler@thing,nyc,ny,us KC said, "I hate myself and want to DIE" Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be, as a friend, as a friend, as I've known in memory, Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach, as I want you to be, as a trend, as a friend, as I've known it to be, in memory, Well I swear it, I don't have a gun, I feel very, um, violated / I mean - you're all looking at what I wrote / Stop it! Go away! Leave me alone! No more! I want my MOMMY!!! and all too frequently the great sadness will rest in my soul Apropos of evil, I consider myself a likable person Przed wynalezieniem dada, dada juz tam bylo Przed wynalezieniem dada, dada juz tam bylo long ago I used to sail between the stars but now i've forgotten how and i'm sad FEAR BIG TECH Don't let big brother run your life, or anyone else for that matter; MAVERICK REALLY LIKES THIS WHOLE IDEA, NO MATTER WHAT PPL PUT UP ON HERE AT LEAST IT GIVES A RESEMBLANCE OF DEMOCRACY would be nice if the headers worked PPL ARE STRANGE WHEN URE A STRANGER, FACES LOOK UGLY WHEN URE ALONE THE DOOR -<-<-- of course, the only geniuses This is far too spontaneous for Canadians We prefer our Babel towers a little politer than this Sorry This is far too spontaneous for Canadians We prefer our Babel towers a little politer than this Sorry This is far too spontaneous for Canadians We prefer our Babel towers a little politer than this Sorry aieeee , meanwhile, this sentence was going nowhere, so I decided to make a point, which was not possible, unfortunately TECHNOLOGY WILL NOT ELIMINATE THE DECAY OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT WHICH MUST BE TENDED IN SILENCE Schticks und Stonz kin brek yur bonz, bunt knames kin neffer urt me Krazy Kat, It's not over till the fat lady sings, so how do you lock your doors in cyberspace and, of course, certain mystical spandex cakes walk to and fro without foreknowledge or licensing by insouciant and redundant warbling beancurdlers, waiting upon bended knee, requiring nothing, save infinitesimally rational gastronomy; the pudding, as you it occurs that all of life is simply possibilities and that we only need to speak them for there to be access to them in the universe it occurs that all of life is simply possibilities and that we merely need to speak them to bring them into existence in the universe more friendly, empty, faux-persoanl communication intended to create the illusion of human interaction more of Douglas Davis' self-indlugent stuff ? I feel opaque, yet blatantly transparent, dissonant, archaic, distraught, fraught with the danger of lurking possibilities when the first woman on the moon meets the black president it's hardly worth even reading this tractor is coming to your home screen soon, don't miss it, when performing on the stage I always have to project my voice, though a microphone will amplify it to a full audience, and with a radio it is possible to broadcast to the millions of listeners within reach of the signal, but this marks the first time for world-wide reach, which is rather humbling IdEAL ORDER Psychic TV Floods the World with Light! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- my brother once said to me "a piece of fish in the eye is worth nineteen in the spine, so don't be late for the Wirren cake - now or any time" As usual, my excited race to the microphone leaves me staring at the crowd, dumb Plaise a celui qui est peut-etre de dilater le coeur de l'homme a la grandeur de toute vie , vie-brations, caught in the web of world-mind, fleshless, ffffttttjjjj Subtle Submarines here is some mooootesst how do you like having a big box to write in??? Blinking text cool now at last it will be easier to see everything that is submitted another excursion into -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a more interesting presentation of text but still there is a problem with not being able to submit URL's because they contain dots which look, in the eyes of the computer just like the dreaded period that the inspired DD refuses to let us submit please let us submit, I do submit I do I do I do, please let us submit a dot DD so we can include links in our postings beyond this one to a mere anchor on this page bbbuuutttt you made a boo boo boo boo yahoo yahoo yahoo yahoo yahoo yahoo *****The rain finally stopped today and I took Elfie and Bailey for a walk+++++ but he was not ready for that sort of intensity yet, so I had to be patient, and patience being a virtue that I have not yet entirely grasped the concept of, it is almost midnight and still I sit in my office at my computer in what hasn't turned out to be paradise because i'm twenty three and in graduate school in gainesville of all places and it's creeping past midnight on saturday u mst remain silent and applaud (X-PRZ, 1993) sex songs from latvia and lithuania before the church got there in the renaissance: what did you want, my lad/by lift- ing up my skirt?/did you want to feel/my rose with your hand ? lizzy came running/through a field of thistle/hundreds of tiny burs/got caught in her cunt-hair/little carl got tired/picking them out i wouldn't let that guy/his tool be smudge with me/his tool is thin and long/bends every which way marry me to anybody, mama/just don't give me to a soldier boy/a soldier bangs me heavily,/braced against the crossbeam with his feet five Poles were chopping wood/ on litle anna's tummy/having chopped a little hole/they crawled in for warmth the most powerful influence on modern thinking, i would argue, is not statistical or scien- tific but humanistic rhetorical, in fact precisely as the rhetorical practice of declamation put dramatic rehearsal at the center of classical thought, the computer has put modeling at the center of ours it is difficult to over-es- timate of this across-the-board dramaticality in the world of contemporary affairs and again we find a counterpart in that range of postmodern art which constitutes itself from self conscious haplpenings needless to say, I haven’t done a very good job of keeping up my end of the conversation Everytime I thought to call, I’d realize that the time difference would mean that I’d wake you, or I’d get your machine as you’d be out doing wild and crazy things (snapping your fingers at a coffee house, skateboarding up the Transamerica tower, riding the ferry to Oakland, the usual) Or I’d remind myself that calling was instant gratification and that I really did want to try and write to you (besides, it’s the only “creative” communication I’ve attempted) Try On Your Weary Earnest And Tattered Hearts End Robot lower your expectations and live a more satisfying life it was a dark and stormy night as they took a stroll through the black forest but something far more ominous lurked at the outer edges of their perception for it seemed to them on that dark and stormy night that all the words of the world had been uttered before and their contribution could not be one of novelty but merely a cheap rehash of the classics, classics so-called because they got there first but even Homer had his Homer, the poor blind traveller labored in their shadow as well as his own having given this some thought I'd have to say that the premise of this piece is off a sentence, according to the 1994 American Heritage dictionary is a noun, a grammatical unit that is syntactically independent and has a subject that is expressed or, as in an imperative sentence, understood and a predicate that contains at least one finite verb now this piece is more like some form of unmutable graffiti that everyone adds his/her presence to this . is a dot it is not a period, it is only a dot ... only DD can have the pleasure of placing the period on The World's First Collaborative Sentence - his great invention... now, of course, we can make links like this one to one of my favorite spots and here's another link to a cool place but what about the mist of memories that wrap around my soul, calling me from yesteryear and taking me from the hurries of today and shrouding me from being a good guy; I want us all to start thinking in a utopian way about the future to be imaginative in what kind of community we can create for ourselves to use art as a resource for recreating ourselves and imagining a more ideal way of being you should enter into communication with me to let me know what your utopia is made up of I dont care if it concrete or just a fantasy what are the art works that best represent your utopia what are your favourite adverts of utopia isn't it sad how much of our imaginative life is manipulated by people trying to sell us things we must take back the museum to be a true forum for democratic negotiation to use art in a radical way for positive social change I just don't know where else to look for a vision of my future I despair of party politics religion capitalism technology although this is a good idea what do you think tell me at mftxpgsw@orpheus.man.ac.uk I want peolpe to wake up an be more active and pragmatic less selfish more thoughtful more creative less violent vegeterian no drugs more friendship community communication democracy cheaper tickets to see queens park rangers football club cheaper jazz Cds if we all listened to joe henderson miles davis eric dolphy joshua redman pat metheny bill evans thelonious monk peter erskine marc johnson joe lovano portishead the world would be a better place my desires are for the finances to travel feed myself properly have somewhere reasonable to live be healthy loved have close friends family self esteem and respect for others even when I don't understand anything about them new books by richard rorty jurgen habermas iain mcewan films as good as simple men wings of desire bringing up baby the life and death of colonel blimp we must use our cultural products to think ourselves through to imaginatively change our unsustainable way of life that is called capitalism hope depends upon transition appearing to be practically possible utopia is the exploration of the implications of alternative values we must overcome fatalism art cannot change the world by itself but it can change the consciousness and drives of the women and men who could change the world Marcuse england is too cynical and unpragmatic for me we spend so much time moaning and dont do anything to really radically change our system of livijng we believe voting once every four years in an election has somehting to do with democracy still the beers nice and there is good telly with no adds and people are funny and London is safe but we do have bad teeth and are all terribly repressed but remarkably dressed i also want a job I will be able to fulfill myself in a job where i can intergrate my politics into what i do like being director of MOMA or something trying to be ambitious is really boring sometimes I need to get into the countyside the rainy hills of Yorkshire So the rules forbid fullstops, what about other sentance terminators? but never mind the termnators, recall instead the words of Ambrose Bierce, "I think I think, therefore I think I am" or a wag improving on Heraclitus "One cannot step into the same river once" now there's thought for food the main course among the information food groups ..which is probably not what we all think in our simple, everyday lives. "Roger?", he or she will ask. "Roger F?" will be the next words uttered. "Roger F as in Roger Foss? The most incredible individual that ever lived? That nice guy that lives in OSLO, NORWAY? But of course, my dear. In the gooble-dwack of the himple, Yarrooch The Great One-Eyed Man, is not just imagening all this. The UTTER REALITY is that no man, let alone WOMAN, can help but **shiver** at the pure thought that he lives there. "But Can it really Be?" one ponders. "I mean, Oslo, Norway, for Godssakes! Wasn't he born in Rotterdam, Holland?" Such is the infinite STUPIDITY of those who hadn't realized that "Foss, Roger" had moved. To think that fact wasn't realized when he moved at the age of 9 is just... Ah well, let us not dwell upon such low creatures. Because now is the winter of our dis- which is probably not what we all think in our simple, everyday lives since "Roger?", he or she will ask and then "Roger F?" will be the next words uttered followed by "Roger F as in Roger Foss who is the most incredible individual that ever lived aka that nice guy that lives in OSLO, NORWAY and naturally, the next reply can be but of course, my dear which in the gooble-dwack of the himple, Yarrooch The Great One-Eyed Man, is not just imagening all this as the UTTER REALITY is that no man, let alone WOMAN, can help but **shiver** at the pure thought that he lives there although one can hear "But Can it really Be?" -type pondering and "I mean, Oslo, Norway, for Godssakes Wasn't he born in Rotterdam, Holland?" and as such it is the infinite STUPIDITY of those who hadn't realized that "Foss, Roger" had moved, since we all HATE to think that fact wasn't realized when he moved at the age of 9 and then ah well, let us not dwell upon such low creatures that have such low learning capacity, because now is the winter of our discontent and everything is sneaky up around sneakyville angry sometimes but now it's just quiet and i can one with the joy surrounding bliss into life unfolds beauty shines every morning sun bathes the air with gold it was a dark and stormy night, as he noted it was a dark and stormy night, as he noted it was a dark and stormy night, as he noted it was a dark and stormy night, as he noted it was a dark and stormy night, as he noted a cactus climbing down the stairs, pointing out to him a cactus climbing down the stairs, pointing out to him a cactus climbing down the stairs, pointing out to him a cactus climbing down the stairs, pointing out to him a cactus climbing down the stairs, pointing out to him a cactus climbing down the stairs, pointing out to him a breeze swinging a breeze swinging a breeze swinging a breeze swinging a breeze and now I think it's time to stop screaming and start thinking, stop htmling and start writing, and I wonder how long this sneeze can echo in the ears of the big cahuna, the expressly wild and the outrageously pained snicker in the afterworld in which you said I will always throw money away on Doug Davis' art -- Gene Schwartz A bunch of computer nerds are here-but Doug Davus is truly prescient artist --way ahead of the crowd--Barbara Schwartz you know, you understand the whole scheme don't you know all everything that ever went on, everything that ever happened, was created by you...just tuck it under your cap for a rainy day, my little furry friend, is all that was ever said Mark Twain said something like "Whatever you do, don't let school get in the way of your education" --- -but then school is a bad subject for me - until I was five years old, I didn't speak English, only Dakota, at that time, but when I got sent off to boarding school, I learned, boy, I learned fast - I still remember the beatings we got if for one moment a word that wasn't English slipped out of our mouths - "dirty Indian talk," it was called - now I can't speak it but I understand it when someone speaks it to me - I wonder sometimes if I really have lost my ability to speak it - sometimes I wonder if that old fear of those hands, that stick, those whips, is locking my language away somewhere deep in my body - other times I don't like to think about it, and I try to invent new voices and sometimes they sound like this: much like leaving the train for a quick hitch to the water where there are fish and sharks and all sorts of naughty bits that collide and then hurl their feces into the tracks again like a never ending street car filled with rednecks and puitans who vomit vomit vomit vomit the green hoary vile spew of the church and of the roman baths where, im my humble opinion, the vomiting began when dinner was washed down with wine diluted with water from the nile, natural spring water replete with hair and stern calcium deposits from up river where the silt of the upturned desert runs off into the crystaline springs from deep deep deep deep under, so deep that fish and worms, white and blind, wriggle undisturbed and free along great crevices in an area close to atlantis, but only the atlantis near the core, an atlantis without capitals, seeing as the atlantis with capitalisation has never nor will ever exists, which is to say, it was a land of milk and honey -- a land never experienced by tongues such as ours: tongues all pink and soft and, in fact, a tender reticulated muscle not unlike the rough nimble trunk of the paciderm, the , traktor lada, lada traktor, osram traktor, osram lada, da da da dada dadada da, we don't talk, only platform, ___ leader terror, terror leaders, horror leaders, leaders horror, da da dada her PSYCHIC told her to SCAN a photograph of her LOVER, then COMPRESS the file until it was 1K: * * *** * * ** * * * ** ** **** * * * * * ** * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * POOR,NO CHINESE! There are so many new faces urouning us all the time an I am all wrape up in the moment rom one to the net, puke is coming out all over my brain an yet I know that I am not even trying tto be as full of energy as I was when I was a lot young but now here there an everywhere esle seems to finally be catching on fire and the maker of the earth rots i the grave that he was burie in since we no longer need him to enrich our lives but some few foolish apes are still trying to swing back and forth in the trees without which we could be on our way mking waves in a giant multi colore worl pool full of fantastic lights lashing back an forth an the power of deep base rythem moving inside out limbs as we shake and quiver with excitement watching it all go on all aroun us fantastic creature slither out of deep holes in the gound an we rre caught insie loney shuttle craft moving at various speeds in iffeent directions, not sure who is out there any more but it oes not mater because we know that there are so many possibilities an some things are not the way they seem no mater how long we try and concintrate on the global dream there all all these walls hat still need to be torn own and the controls all in the hans of so few men sitting up in highise building laughing at their slaves as they wok their asses off for nothing and I am only trying to survive at this point so unhappy with so many things but knowing that there is still a future fo me and I will succeed and I can't give up hope, this geneation I see growing up around me is one of the miracles o the imagnation a figment lost in twisted illusion an so we all stand stll gain looking out over the railing and a few of us jump off into oblivion just to see what is there, do you have the curage it takes to move the boulders that are keeping you deep unde the water, as if you in't really want to escape you lie there pinned and incapacitated wating for the big break bbut never going out and getting it but there are othe taking what they want while you just wait till you rot in a shallow grave with other dea friens as your soul companions making up for lost time is so hard to o, but that is of no concern to the willow weeping over the deaa boy of the heroin junky who she use to love with so much true faith and such things are so har to come by in this day and age as of all the new epochs, they all will die trying to shove some thing where it no longer belongs till tomorow, may the people begin a new revolution, and may you ask your self many questions stop the rest of the world from becoming america before it is too late two people were sitting in a bar one says to the other what's your IQ? the first guy responds 300 what's yours? 300 thye talk about physics two more people walk into the bar they sit down and start to talk the first one asks what's your IQ? she responds 270 the first one says hey mine too they discuss medicine two more people walk into the bar one asks the other what's your IQ? the respone is 60 hey mine too do you use acrylic or oils?????? stop the rest of the world from becoming america before it is too late two people were sitting in a bar one says to the other what's your IQ? the first guy responds 300 what's yours? 300 thye talk about physics two more people walk into the bar they sit down and start to talk the first one asks what's your IQ? she responds 270 the first one says hey mine too they discuss medicine two more people walk into the bar one asks the other what's your IQ? the respone is 60 hey mine too do you use acrylic or oils?????? stop the rest of the world from becoming america before it is too late two people were sitting in a bar one says to the other what's your IQ? the first guy responds 300 what's yours? 300 thye talk about physics two more people walk into the bar they sit down and start to talk the first one asks what's your IQ? she responds 270 the first one says hey mine too they discuss medicine two more people walk into the bar one asks the other what's your IQ? the respone is 60 hey mine too do you use acrylic or oils?????? stop the rest of the world from becoming america before it is too late two people were sitting in a bar one says to the other what's your IQ? the first guy responds 300 what's yours? 300 thye talk about physics two more people walk into the bar they sit down and start to talk the first one asks what's your IQ? she responds 270 the first one says hey mine too they discuss medicine two more people walk into the bar one asks the other what's your IQ? the respone is 60 hey mine too do you use acrylic or oils?????? stop the rest of the world from becoming america before it is too late two people were sitting in a bar one says to the other what's your IQ? the first guy responds 300 what's yours? 300 thye talk about physics two more people walk into the bar they sit down and start to talk the first one asks what's your IQ? she responds 270 the first one says hey mine too they discuss medicine two more people walk into the bar one asks the other what's your IQ? the respone is 60 hey mine too do you use acrylic or oils?????? stop the rest of the world from becoming america before it is too late two people were sitting in a bar one says to the other what's your IQ? the first guy responds 300 what's yours? 300 thye talk about physics two more people walk into the bar they sit down and start to talk the first one asks what's your IQ? she responds 270 the first one says hey mine too they discuss medicine two more people walk into the bar one asks the other what's your IQ? the respone is 60 hey mine too do you use acrylic or oils?????? from an experimental point of view, particles are detectable packets of energy and momentum, be they billiard balls, photons, or lambda hyperons at each stage of our understanding, we designate certain particles as "fundamental", in the sense that they are the most elementary interacting units in our theories as our experimental knowledge expands, we have often been forced to revise our views the necessity for such revisions rests with the stringent requirement we place upon our theories: they must, in principle be able to predict the quantitative results of all possible experiments it is fortunate that, at any given stage, we were able to regard certain particles as provisionally fundamental, without jeopardizing the right to change our mind for your reading pleasure, if you like civil war history and weather...  Hier ben ik en wandel langs uw woordensliert, welk een aangenaam verpozen te verwijlen in zulke overdreven, onzinnige overdaad aan data (zegt de datadandy). Auszug aus dem Roman "DIE QUOTENMASCHINE" von Norman Ohler:WILLKOMMEN ZU: LEBENS-NETZ-VIRUS Ein silberner Jeep faehrt durch eine Steppe in Kenia_ Der Motorlaeuft gleichmaessig_ Auf der Rueckbank des Wagens sitzen DoktorKippler und seine 15jaehrige Tochter Zara_ Sie summt eine kindlicheWeise, die mit Afrika nichts zu tun hat_ Vorne, neben demeinheimischen Fahrer, ist Kipplers Frau angeschnallt_ Alle in teurerSafari-Kleidung_ Ein altmodisches, aber funktionstuechtiges Gewehrliegt quer ueber dem Armaturenbrett in einer Halterung_ Kipplers roetlich gebraeuntes Gesicht wird von einem satten, dabeierregten Grinsen dominiert, seine Augen verschwinden hinter einerSonnenbrille_ Er liegt in der Rueckbank wie in einem Sessel_Muehelos faengt sein massiger, durchtrainierter Koerper dieUnebenheiten der Fahrt ab_ Seinen Ellbogen ausgefahren haelt er sicheinen Weltempfaenger ans Ohr_ Er hoert Nachrichten ab, stellt vonSender zu Sender, dann: lacht er ploetzlich laut auf_ Sein Lachenuebertoent das Motorengeraeusch, katapultiert sich durch die Steppe_Mit zusammengepressten Knien und zusammengepressten Lippensitzt Zara neben ihm_ Sie hasst ihren Vater, bestarrt den Horizont_ Ploetzlich: tritt der Fahrer heftig auf die Bremse_ Bringt das Autoabrupt zum Stehen, kreuzt mit seinem Zeigefinger die Lippen, zeigtdann auf einen nah gelegenen, spaerlich bewachsenen Huegel_Kippler nimmt die Sonnenbrille ab, aergerlich ueber dienichtgeplante Unterbrechung_ Geordnet und ueberlegt orientiert erseine Aufmerksamkeit, sein Gesichtsausdruck ist aufs Aeusserstegespannt_ Zara schaut an ihrem Vater vorbei auf den Huegel: Dortlaeuft eine dutzendkoepfige Gruppe grossgewachsener, bemalterMaenner ins Bild, hintereinander und in exakt abgestimmtemRhythmus_ Die weissen Wageninsassen sind gebannt_ Zaras Blickbekommt einen Anflug von Besessenheit, von tierischem Verlangen_Kippler konzentriert, bereit_ Harsch drueckt er seine Frau weg, dieihn vom Vordersitz aus beunruhigt am Arm packt: Nichts kommt ihmjetzt in den Weg_ Massai! murmelt Zara_ Keine zwanzig Meter vom Auto entfernt, bleiben die Schwarzenstehen_ Sie scheinen an der richtigen Stelle angekommen zu sein,denn sofort beginnen sie, mit Steinen, die sie kreisfoermig anordnen,eine Kultstaette zu errichten, um die sie sich gruppieren_ Sie stoerensich nicht an den Fremden im Jeep, konzentrieren sich auf den Kreis_Den Mittelpunkt der Staette bildet ein bemalter Holzstab, der schraegin der Erde steckt_ In Zeitlupe nimmt Kippler seine Videokamera auseiner beigen Stofftasche und legt sie auf seine Oberschenkel_ DieSchwarzen fixieren den Holzstab, es ist das einzige, was siekuemmert_ Stille_ Mit einem unerwartet lauten: KLACK schraubt Kippler dieSchutzkappe von der Linse der Kamera: Das Klack bricht ein in den Ablauf der Zeremonie_ Die Schwarzenhalten inne, wenden sich unwillig den Fremden zu, greifen kaumsichtbar an ihre Waffen: Kippler schaltet instinktiv auf Aufnahme,gibt gleichzeitig per Kopfrucken einen Befehl nach vorne: Der Fahrernimmt das Gewehr aus der Halterung, entsichert, die Massai werdenunruhig - Da steigt Zara ploetzlich spektakulaer und unbeirrbar ausdem Wagen und schreitet langsam auf die Gruppe zu_ Kipplers Mundwird von einem hilflosen Laecheln umspielt_ Zaras Mutter gelaehmt_ Ohne die Augen von ihren Massai, nach wenigen Schritten voneinem einzelnen, bestimmten Massai zu lassen, geht Zara vorwaerts_Schluepft aus den Ledersandalen, zieht ihre Armbanduhr aus, diesachte in den Sand tickt_ Der Mann, den sie nun deutlich mustert,starrt auffordernd zurueck_ Dann zieht er den bunten Stab aus derErde, laeuft auf Zara zu, uebergibt ihn ihr_ Seine Gefaehrten zeigenkeine Reaktion_ Zara nimmt den Stab und geht zurueck zum Auto_ DerFahrer faehrt mit geringem Tempo davon_ Kippler schaut seine Tochter an: voller Hass und voller Begierde_Sie fuehlt sich stark, fuehlt den Hebel der Macht in ihrer Hand_Aufrecht sitzt sie neben ihm, schaut entrueckt nach vorne_ Er greiftzu ihr rueber, will den Stab haben, aber ihre Knoechel giften weiss,so fest haelt sie das Holz umschlossen_ Gedanken rasen in ihr_ Ihr eigenstaendiges Leben beginnt in diesem Moment_ Kipplers Kamera liegt auf der Rueckablage des Jeeps und frisst dieBilder der Maenner, die sich formieren, nach links weglaufen_Zurueck bleibt der Einzelne, der Zara den Stab gegeben hat_ Erverharrt regungslos, schaut dem Auto nach, nicht seiner Gruppe_ DieZeit bleibt stehen fuer ihn (my e-mail in case you wish to read more: nohler@panix_com) where did the future go (?), it's hiding, in the past, these are merely actors, give me your minimal heart, I will pump it full of real blood again this is the (fill in the blank) (//:Paul Warren/2/9/95/) next is , it's very closeee the captain damped down,he was a bloody damper,dampin down, dampin down town damp down in his armchair damp SO WHILE THE CAPTAIN WAS DAMPIN THE BRIDGETT STAR PLAYED ON HER MUSIC MAN AND DAN KEPT THE BEAT,of course the captain was taking the lead, dampin down all the way downtown DAMP DOWN all around one with the joy surrounding bliss it's such a relief when you realize you are no longer afraid of your own thoughts the feeling you get listening to the song on the radio - emotion, like an external thing, you let it in for a time, for amusement, for refreshment, until you've had enough for now, and then you tune it out again Friends, Romans, Citizens, Countrymen, Countrywomen, Men and Women and Cuddly Little White Furry Creatures With Lovely Blue Eyes Not From My Country, because after all I don't know whether my country is the same as Yours and yours and yours and yours, or should I say ours because after all this is supposed to be the World's First Collaborative Sentence, isn't it?, lend me your ears (and your eyes, since as long as nobody reads this out loud, that is the organ which will enable you to gaze upon this the fruit of our mutual labor), and before we go on to the coup de grrace (with my apologies for the lack of accent circonflexe which this thing seems unable to handle), let me reflect briefly on the amazing luck that I discovered this place by pure and unadulterated accident without even URoulette having anything to do with it this time, just two days before the deadline; I dread to think what I would have done to myself had I only learned of this unique opportunity when it was too late to contribute, but anyway, I made it, I'm in, and oh boy am I glad I made it in on time, even though the news I bring may not endear me to Douglas and all of You people who started it all before I had an inkling of what was going on just an URL away, because because because because ah uh hrrm (embarassed hemming and hawing) I have bad news; it's a cheat; This is not the World's First Collaborative Sentence, because, as any grammarian will tell you, it's not punctuation that decides what is or is not a sentence, but rather the fact that it constitutes a finished whole; and there I must regrettably inform all of You good people that we have failed; I challenge anybody to read this "sentence" out loud in dictation and have somebody else, not previously instructed to avoid the use of punctuation (crucial proviso), take it down in writing again, and I promise you, if he or she is not the completest of analphabetics, IT WILL CONTAIN PERIODS, without a shadow of doubt; This is not the World's First Collaborative Sentence; it might, however, very well be the longest continuous concatenation of words forming a legible text with complete omission of periods (and I concede that for ?most purposes, people would accept this as a good working definition of a sentence; nonetheless, they err); this, of course, sound far less catchy, but don't let it get you down, because it's none the less impressive and fascinating for having been achieved so far, even if it can't be summarized in a catchy phrase; so, a tous presents et a venir, avec mes plus sinceres excuses pour l'omission totale d'accents (French), I now take the liberty to continue the rest of this submission in various languages, not all of which I believe have been previously used in this document, because to the best of my belief, its multilingual character is at least one aspect of this fascinating document truly unique; ik ben dan ook zeer vereerd hier de bij mijn weten eerste bijdrage te kunnen leveren in mijn eigen moedertaal, het Nederlands, hetwelk helaas en tot mijn niet geringe spijt slechts door een verwaarloosbare minderheid mijner lezers zal worden begrepen (Dutch); neanmoins, ceci est toujours preferable aux langues dont en realite je ne connais assez que pour convaincre mon interlocuteur de mon impuissance, comme (French) ya nye ponimayu (Russian), jiyajbe (tlhingan), anteeksi, en ymmarra; olen ulkomaalainen, en puhu suomea; se on sanakirjasta (Finnish). This is necessarily only a small sample, as I am doing this all from memory, and may therefore have to apologize for various typos to speakers of those languages; I could say a lot more on this subject, but I think that for the time being I shall stop here and post this already, before there's a power failure or an earthquake or something; thank you for your indulgence Digging for gold, the old man found lint in his pants as he expounded effortlessly for an extended period of time, relinquishing his time for no one, caring not how anyone felt or if they cared at all, mispronouncing words from his discipline just to piss off on-lookers, he was and will forever be, the old coot's son not that it makes a whole lot of difference anyway, as you're either reading this for your own entertainment, or more probably you've only been _writing_ this for your own entertainment, because somehow I doubt whether many people would take the trouble to read it all in one go, especially the all caps parts which are very hard on the eyes; overigens heb ik er blijkbaar goed aan gedaan naast mijn moedertaal nog enkele andere talen aan het maagdelijke blad (nou ja, het enigszins maagdelijk uitziende edoch in werkelijkheid niet zijnde wegens reeds ontelbare malen uitgewist en hernieuwd zijnde beeldscherm) te slijten, daar een grondigere studie van deze zin mij tot het besef heeft gebracht dat toch enkele nederlandstaligen reeds eerder hun taal aan deze zin hebben toevertrouwd, I think I was still the first with the Finnish anyway, though I wouldn't be surprised if the first suomalainen to drop by chews me out for omitting the little dots over the vowels, but I plead innocent on that count: I tried it and it didn't work in French, so I didn't bother trying it again and again; and the world turns on, and there isn't a cockroach in any of your kitchens, or a tapeworm in any of your bowels, or a mouse in any of your basements, or a bat in any of your belfries, or a jellyfish on any of your beaches, or a piranha in any of your swimming pools, or an oak tree in any of your gardens, who gives a damn about whether this is really the World's First Collaborative Sentence, or just a long string of words masquerading as a single sentence by the rather dictatorial expedient of outlawing periods, and of course they're all entitled to their own opinions, in fact, they not only don't care, they don't _know_, but chances are they wouldn't care even if they knew, which reminds me, incidentally, that it would be impossible to pull this trick in Lojban, where you don't have to type a period to unambiguously end a sentence <-- There would have been a period right there if this was a dictation, but then of course there is that marvellous invention, the semicolon; which is not only useful for winking ;-) but enables you to punctuate an endless ramble, rant, and rave like this one without having recourse to the poor, much-maligned period; and then there is the exclamation point! and would I forget the humble questionmark? nooo of course I wouldn't; silver but soon not, only shadowed by the substance of who I am, not you but with you, here for the moment, but going, like the reflection of light off the face of the moon silver but soon not, only shadowed by the substance of who I am, not you but with you, here for the moment, but going, like the reflection of light off the face of the moon and colourless green ideas sleep furiously unhappily this addition is uncertain as to where its poor progenators are, lord pleas help me find my parents ,and iftheredea, i will submid as of midnight february 14 on the day of st.valentine the artist places a temporary period (.) on this sacred sentence but only for a bare 24 hours waiting for his arrival in warsaw where on the line between east and west he proposes to the world that he allow it to go on and on writing to infinity...on the ground that...only god can stop the world but even if He exists, which not all parties agree about, He won't stop us so easily, because WE WON'T LET HIM, now will we? But how do I know anything if I must trust my senses and they sometimes misreport what they perceive I suppose I must just accept it and move on even though it is hard to do once you think about it that way. -- Chris Jacobs But how do I know anything if I must trust my senses and they sometimes misreport what they perceive I suppose I must just accept it and move on even though it is hard to do once you think about it that way. -- Chris Jacobs yes, continue - Gary Welz P.S. LET THE SENTENCE NOW REMAIN OPEN UNTIL THE WORLD AT LAST IS FINISHED WRITING FOREVER warsaw feb.16 dd Oczekuje performance'u Davisa gdzie odezwie sie glos Tadeusza Kantora: artysty jak on sam ktory jest wessany przez wlasna przeszlosc i absurd czasu przyszlego. are the bloody dampers still dampin down in the arm chair damp...the captain ponders and wonders if being in dublin could contribute to his dampness o time your pyramids I heard him singing behynt the fents - Wewl make such a noys, such a noys, such a noys, My good old boys well, who would of thought that humble I would have added to this sentence, the game may be over in more ways than one....is it...... A WOMAN A WOMAN A WOMAN WITH ANOTHER WOMAN A WOMAN A WOMAN HAD ANOTHER WOMAN A WOMAN A WOMAN... IS THIS REAL....ARE YOU THERE ... and I said "tell me I'm wrong" and he said "I cant baby, cause you're not!", down with government, bad is good, baby, unless of course we consider I send greetings and salutations from sparta, nj, usa I remember know, i rember how it started, i can't remember yesturday i just remember doing what they told me to do whatever they said was: WAS IT WHAT WAS IS, or IS IT WHAT WAS WAS? Let me just say (nothing) and now pause between the endless longing for endlessness to express the endless longing for less longing for less procreation and more recreation and suddenly Sophie says wow and now this space has cybersubstance for as long as there burns electricity into this circuit which way do we go-please invoke cartoon voice for last phrase and then invoke the spirit of AL GREEN singing LETS STAY TOGETHER and then soak up all the love you can while you still can while I wrap up the text, i dont want to say I dont know what to say, but this is the end (trail of periods) ending in a dower dark dusty doom but nonetheless god so inhibited here i find hope in sunshine & the solicitations of my friends so who are you & why am i let's just call it expropriation now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York and all the clouds that lowr'd upon this house made to vanish now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York and all the clouds that lowr'd upon this house made to vanish submit button The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves, like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays, Roy Orbison singing for the lonely,Hey that's me and I want you only, Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again,Don't run back inside darling you know just what I'm here for, so you're scared and you're thinking maybe that maybe we ain't that young anymore, show a little faith, there's magic in the night, you ain't a beauty but hey you're alright, oh and that's alright with me well i can see that there is a lot to take in here...... those are not periods merely pondering a display of time i have seen a lot of crass crap on net is this HERE a something that is truly organic and owned by us more like the NET itself was and is and probably will not be for more than a small period like this one.... . i was bemused how SMALL it is this BIIIIG sentence so indeed it does reflect that we begin and end with something VERY small and insignificant sperm & dust so i bid you farewell across the world until i visit this short but long period again from england and then, suddenly, a minutes past, and then another, and then, without warning, another, different minutes past but wait a minnute, hey quit, Quit! SSSShhhht,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Listen,,,,,,,,,, ssst No wait a minut, dont talk ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Ah that was good, thank you kawa zabija lewa polkule papierosy gasza prawa polkule bol glowy uniemozliwia reszte przekaz szyfrowy KROLOWEJ INTERNETU a teraz sztuka w mistycznej mgle FROM WARSAW ON MARCH 7 AS I LEAVE FOR NEW YORK-LONDON- MOSCOW (ON MAY 15) i thank the world for the writing of this sentence in beauty, terror, viscera, and grace tired, questioning if I've ever made the RIGHT decision since SHE flooded my view and not the she which I promised to be forever but a new SHE that will never be with me I think that this is one heck of a good idea! for all of us that just like to do somtheig that hasn't been done befor now! good luck to the world We are the ownner of a Haitian art gallery in Washington, D.C. actually called Bolivar Gallery 1930 18th Street NW Wasshington, DC 20009. We've been on the market for over 15 years. We have developed Newsletters on Haitian art and handicraft, we have given lectures on several universities on the east coast, we organize exhibits often , we officially authentify and evaluate works of art (Haitian). We would like to know how we can contribute to your program. Our e-mail id is vnpa63a@prodigy.com . Please let us know how to do it and what to do. Iti was a pleasure to see that you were covering the subject of Haitian art !! Great job, Please reply. We are the owner of an art gallery called Bolivar Galeries 1930 18th Street NW Washington, DC 20009. It siessentially a Haitian art gallery and has been on the market for over 15 years. We have developed newsletters on the matter of Haitian art, we have contributed to the illustration of books through Haitian art, we have had articles written on the subject on major newspapers in the DC area, we hold exhibits every so often, lectures are also held at universities in the area . We would love to contribute to your program so let us know how and what to do. Our e-mail adress is : vnpa63a@prodigy.com please reply Daniel Silva yes but no but yes but no but yes but no but yes but no yeah but that doesn't mean much what's the password for this place anyway oops that's kind of a sentence isn't it I mean if it is supposed to have a question mark it seems as though a sentence is somehow implied the world's longest largest does it really matter to anyone but those who contribute to this monstrosity has gotten ahold of me and will not let go so I succomb you should too but what shall Ba'al say when your time comes to be one of the chosen launch into to space the final ambitions of the minority workers who make less than minimum wage and sacrifice thier lives for thier dignity which reeks of putrid fleshhhhhhhhhhhhit happens to the best who do not know it going to happen when you least expect it shall leave your soul dry like the tender box of hell is there a way out of this living hell! A lot of my information about the world we live in comes from Walt Disney movies the immediately gratifying WAY the immediately gratifying . WAY fue la mejor manera de decirlo pues desde que se mudo no tenia claro el proposito de su existencia ni la estupida razon de entablar una comunicacion con un extra~no lo cual le hizo pensar en su intimo deseo deseaba ser madre y no sabia como ni con quien no deseaba padre deseaba hija hasta encontrar "The immediately gratifying way " y percibir cuanta hasta ese momento su existencia habia sido vana et sans autre idee en tete elle y rentra Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light? I ask that of all of my victims hola chico kevin jon boyle siad that the young couple was last seen somewhere near kingston arizona and that they had little lester who seemed to be in fine condition tagging along with something dragging behind him tied to a string because I don't think that was fair to do without first consulting us but I just drank a soda that contained carbonated water, high fructose corn syrup and/or sugar, citric acid, potassium citrate, potassium benzoate, gum arabic, malic acid, potassium sorbate, yellow number 6, salt, glycerol ester of wood rosin, natural flavors calcium disodium edta, brominated vegitable oil, and the most disguting thing of all, backwash, so dont give me any of that or i'll just ^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^ and so <*><*><*><*><*><*><*> Adhogamhe is awful he picks his nose and eats it de mi tierra bella, de mi tierra santa, oigo este grito de los tambores y los timbales al encumbanchar, y cada calle que va a mi pueblo tiene un quejido, tiene un lamento, y la nostalgia como su voz I do believe the most evil of all things on this great planet of ours is the catholic church --- Responsible for all sorts of evil including rape, pillage, greed, molestation, and the repression of women ---- What a great world where this evil is allowed to become the most powerful corporation on the planet. Mi man bilong Papua New Guinea, na mi lukim dispela tok hia naana na kirap no gut tru, sapos ol man meri long dispela graun askim yu mista Douglas wanem kain tok tok yu singautim long mipela.....ah yu tok 'laik bilong yu' orait mi trai hat tru na na mi wet long harim tok i kom bek long dispela longpela raitim tenkyu tru olgeta here is the latest popular joke in poland president lech walensa goes out on the middle of a frozen body of water and cuts a hole in the ice he takes out a fishing pole and begins to fish a small boy sees him and asks "what are you doing?" walensa, irritated, says "i am fishing why do you ask" the little boy says "i am a little boy and i am curious" ten minutes later a worker comes he looks at the president and asks also "what are you doing?" walensa, al- most losing patience, says "can't you see i am fishing why do you have to ask?" the workers say "i am a worker and workers deserve to know" ten minutes later a middle aged man comes "what are you doing?" he asks for the third time now very angry, walensa says "damn it, i am the president of poland and i am fishing who are you" the man replies "i am only the manager of this skating rink" The mystical secret of this world might be find in studing the the the words METANOIA and EPINOIA The mystical secret of this world might be find in studing the the the words METANOIA and EPINOIA The mystical secret of this world might be find in studing the the the words METANOIA and EPINOIA , I seem to be having a tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle, Bon courage! C'est une excellente idee et je suis heureuse d |
| May 13th, 2004 08:42 PM | |
| Esuohlim |
...THEY FADED AWAY. "LOL WE TRICKED THE AUDIENCE" SAID JIM "LOL" REPLIED STEVE "LOL" "LOL" "WE ARE FRIENDS AGAIN"... |
| May 13th, 2004 08:41 PM | |
| Esuohlim |
"I AM POINTING A GUN AT YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW." "WERD?" SAID JIM. THEY BOTH STARTED LAUGHING. "WE ARE FRIENDS AGAIN." THEY SAID IN UNISON. THE GIRLFRIEND CONTRACTED AIDS. "OK LOL TIME TO DIE" SAID JIM AS STEVE SAID TO JIM "HI". "I'M NOT IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO HAVE A NAME IN THIS STORY" SAID THE GIRLFRIEND. THAT'S WHEN, IN BIG LETTERS, 'THE END' APPEARED ON THE SCREEN AND... |
| May 13th, 2004 08:37 PM | |
| Big McLargehuge |
THREESOME  THE END |
| May 13th, 2004 08:25 PM | |
| Karnage |
Continuous Story! K. This is a continous thread story. What does that mean? Basically, you make a post adding to the story, but leave off at a point where someone else can continue (like, "As she walked by, she saw..." or "He cummed all over the..." for example). You can post as long as you want, but it must leave off. These things usually turn out batshit insane. OK, now that the boring part's over, let's start. Our friend Steve has just finished getting the groceries. He had gotten them because his girlfriend was a lazy bitch. She whined, made Steve do everything, and stole his stuff. She, along wit his lousy job and constantly nagging mother, were drviing him off the deep edge. "Well," he thought, "at least the sex is great. And she's allllllllllllllll mine." As he came throught thhe door, she said, "Steve, give me a minute." Steve, curious, decided to see why. As he went in, he saw his girlfriend naked in bed with his neighbor, Jim! This was the last tiny crack to make him snap. Grinning maniacally, he took his gun from on top of the counter, and pointed it at Jim's head. He said... |
