HDTenEightyP/NetNews huggingface dataset:
From: sabbott@nmsu.edu (SDA)
Subject: Re: Wow, this is great
Organization: WHorshipers of Lady LibertY (WHoLLY)
Date: Fri, 28 Aug 1992 18:41:08 GMT


jfw@jfwhome.FUNHOUSE.COM (John F. Woods) writes:
>   In <1992Aug26.152157.12279@nmsu.edu> sabbott@nmsu.edu (SDA) writes:
>   >grendel@csd4.csd.uwm.edu (The Big Squeegee) writes:
>   >>   Mark "Here kitty, kitty" Lippert 
>
>   >Your pathetic followups are what encourages the newbies in their
>   >idea that crap is ok on t.b.
>
>   >"think globally, act locally"
>
>   Spoken like an EXPERT on pathetic.
>


really john, calling me an expert on pathetic.  when was the last time
you posted something besides a mediocre flame??? 

think real hard.

watch out, here comes another one...

>   "Think globally, fellate a running outboard motor."

--

"Life is like a big C program with no documentation"  - Ted Slater

	\\\\\sean/////
From: rpwhite@taurus.cs.nps.navy.mil (rpwhite)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: DISRUPTING THE WAR GAMES
Date: 31 Aug 92 19:56:10 GMT
Reply-To: rpwhite@cs.nps.navy.mil (rpwhite)
Organization: Elkhorn Yacht Club, Moss Landing CA

rich@pencil.cs.missouri.edu (Rich Winkel) writes:

<stuff deleted>

>While some of the world's most advanced killing machines, including 
>the Stealth Bomber, stormed overhead, we held signs with slogans
>denouncing the use of Innu land for military activities.

<more stuff deleted>

After picturing this in my head I am moved to pronounce this the
funniest description of silliness on USENET for the month of August 1992.
From: ken@aiai.ed.ac.uk (Ken Johnson)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Short shameful confession
Date: 27 Aug 92 10:29:41 GMT
Followup-To: talk.bizarre
Organization: Bugs-R-Us



In article <1992Aug24.194753.22549@fcom.cc.utah.edu> PJF4081@cc.utah.edu (mr. wonderful) writes:

#  i myself, am a foolish grad student sucking funds from the public just
#  to barely eek out a miserable existence
             ^^^

I laughed out loud at this particular spelling mistake. 

-- Ken "others might have been startled and yelled `EEK!'" Johnson




-- 
//// Advice to dieters:         ////  Ken Johnson, A I Applications Institute
////   Never eat more than      ////       80 South Bridge, EDINBURGH EH1 1HN
////   you can carry.           ////                 E-mail ken@aiai.ed.ac.uk
////              -- Miss Piggy ////     phone 031-650 2756  fax 031-650 6513
Xref: sparky talk.bizarre:28734 alt.fan.letterman:206
From: jbeer@lonestar.utsa.edu (Jason R. Beerhalter)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre,alt.fan.letterman
Subject: Re: Dropping stuff (was: Re: THE CREATION OF ALT.FAN.LETTERMAN)
Date: 3 Sep 92 16:00:02 GMT
Organization: University of Texas at San Antonio

In article <1992Sep2.145531.12462@news.acns.nwu.edu> myboy@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Lewis Murtaugh) writes:
>In article <1992Sep2.072846.3470@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu> eodell@nyx.cs.du.edu (Eugene O'Dell) writes:
>>
>>Anyhow, regarding Dave, am I the only one who misses the dropping of
>>stuff off of semi-tall buildings?  Ahh...  those were the days.
>>--
>>--Eugene O'Dell                      |    Various Addresses:
>>"I'm very scared for this world...   |   EAO430S@VMA.SMSU.EDU
>> I'm very scared for me." - R.E.M.   |   eodell@nyx.cs.du.edu
>>                                     |      EAO430S@SMSVMA
>
>I miss that.  There was this one episode, it must have been 6 or 7 years ago,
>where Dave was on the 5-story tower, dropping stuff, and he set up this
>trampoline underneath.  Then he takes out a raw, skinned turkey, and said
>"Scientists tell us the turkey can't fly -- I'm here to prove they're wrong,"
>and he dropped the bird down onto the trampoline.  It bounced up, and the
>little wings flopped around in mid-air, and  I thought I would die laughing.
>
>Some of Dave's best segments are when he destroys stuff (the locomotive, the
>40-ton steel press, etc.), but it's gotten very rare lately.  A while ago he
>was having Biff drive a golf cart through things, which was pretty good, but
>that's the last I can remember.
>
>--
>Charles Murtaugh

Thanks for bringing back the turkey memory, I hysterically laughed at random
for the next week after seeing that bit. (...and I'll be doing it again for
this next week.)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: rdc@netcom.com (Rachel Dafni Christy)
Subject: Re: what's your sign?
Date: Thu, 27 Aug 92 21:08:26 GMT
Organization: 'Ex-Biology Grad Student, Student of Life.


Having trouble talking to women his whole life, kent tries a new
approach:

dolan@XENON.BERKELEY.EDU (Kent Paul Dolan) writes:
)First session of sign language class last night. I can now spell "kent"
)with some facility, and tease my wife unmercifully in sign language.

-- 
--
hugs, Rachel
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: al677@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Jerry Cosyn)
Subject: In Memory Of P. T. Barnum
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio, (USA)
Date: Wed, 26 Aug 92 14:20:17 GMT


                       IN MEMORY OF P. T. BARNUM
 
 
     There was this gal named Betty Lynne Baker.  Gold hair.  Green
eyes.  Glee Club president.  National Honor Society.  There was one in
your school too.  You know the girl I mean.
 
     She hung out -- it wasn't going steady, she'd say -- with Rick
Hoskins, the gynecologist's son.  French sports car.  Silk shirts.
Uncle in congress.  Ivy league material.
 
     She spilled her punch on me at a dance.  My date was in the
bathroom.  Hers was out scoring a line.  She was already ticked off at
him, so the least she could do was accept my offer of a dance.  Procul
Harem played "A Whiter Shade of Pale" and we talked about our current
assignment in Great Novels class -- Ellison's "Invisible Man".
Instead of the small talk you'd expect, I got conversation.
 
     The next week she sat next to me in study hall.  Talking.
Listening.  Hand on my arm.  She laughed at my jokes, listened to my
thoughts.  I was hooked.  Friday night I took her to a movie.
Saturday afternoon we made love in her parents' bed.  "You know, I
spilled that punch on purpose," she told me.  After that, she hung
around with me, pretty much constantly.  Walking.  Listening to jazz.
Making love.
 
     Two weeks later she broke a date.  No big deal.  One Saturday
night alone wouldn't kill me.  The next day she wasn't home when I
called.  Monday morning there was the news flash around school.  Baker
was engaged to Hoskins.  Big dinner party last Saturday night, and her
parents announced it.  It even made the papers.
 
     In Great Novels, she didn't even know me.  Spent ten minutes
showing off the ring.  Even the teacher was impressed.  The date was
set for early June, right after graduation.  When the invitations went
out a few months later, I was somehow left off the list.
 
     I ran into her in the mall, in April.  She was sitting alone on a
bench in front of the fountain.  I walked up and stood in front of
her.  After about thirty seconds she sighed.  She didn't really love
him.  Didn't want to marry him.  It was her parents' idea.  She wasn't
ready to marry anybody yet.  Before she got through four sentences she
was standing in front of me, with her hands on my shoulders.
 
     We went to the motel across the street.  She decided to tell her
parents she wasn't ready to get married yet.  The next day I waited to
hear the talk, about the wedding being off.  I waited a long time.
Two weeks after graduation, the wedding procession drove past my
house.
 
     I went to my ten-year reunion.  She didn't show up.  I didn't
bother with the fifteenth.
 
     Two days ago I got a postcard.  Generic.  No picture.  "I really
did spill that punch on purpose," and a phone number.  No signature.
 
     I been thinking maybe I'll give her a call.
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: rwd4f@poe.acc.Virginia.EDU (Rob Dobson)
Subject: Re: TALK.BIZARRE WILL BE DESTROYED BY NEWBIAL FRESHMEN NEXT WEEK
Organization: University of Virginia
Date: Mon, 31 Aug 1992 20:20:15 GMT


in TALK.BIZARRE, Roger "Kiss me on my ego" Carasso threatens:

>
>PUBLIC NOTICE	PUBLIC NOTICE	PUBLIC NOTICE	PUBLIC NOTICE	
>
>						   
>		       IN ONE WEEK TALK.BIZARRE
>			       WILL BY
>			       FLOODED
>				 WITH
>			   NEWBIE ARTICLES
>				   
>			    DESTROYED WITH
>				   		   
>		   HUNDREDS OF NEWBIE JUNK ARTICLES
>		   ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
>				   
>     FROM HUNDREDS OF DIFFERENT READERS AND DIFFERENT NEWSGROUPS
>				   
>		 SO THAT NO KILL FILE CAN BE CREATED.
>				   >
>CARASSO "I'M NOT JOKING.  ALT.SEX, REC.HUMOR, REC.PETS, K12, AND
>	 STARTREK AUTHORS WILL FLOOD TALK.BIZARRE"
>

AN EMPTY THREAT. I submit that:

1. T.b. will be flooded with such newbie shit anyway, reagardless of the
carrasshole, and theres nothing we (or he) can do about it. Tough shit.

2. Cross posts CAN be killfiled.

/,/h:j
/rdc/h:j will also killfile not only what roger writes, but also what is
written in response to him.


Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: boutell@cshl.org (Tom Boutell)
Subject: Re: thanksgiving
Organization: Cold Spring Harbor Labs
Date: Tue, 1 Sep 1992 17:49:06 GMT

Quite a thread we have going here.

Last year I went to my now - ex's for Thanksgiving. (This isn't the ex
I Feel Fine about, incidentally.)

The intent was that we'd go there for the afternoon, then continue on
to Connecticut for my cousins' Thanksgiving, which is generally a blast,
even if Uncle Bill gets drunk and insists on loudly asking why there has
to be a separate bowl of vegetarian stuffing. (Hey, we didn't make a fuss,
trouble, we just wanted to eat too.)

That didn't happen, because my father, who's one of the better sorts you'll
ever meet but believes, mistakenly, that he knows the distance between
any two earthly points, was under the impression that Wayne, New Jersey
was close to Newtown, Connecticut. (It isn't.)

So we stayed put. And I tried to cope with her relatives. And we watched
"Avalon" and she made snippy little comments. And I wrote the following and
went to bed.


Thanksgiving
------------

I am walking amid the openings in families,
Hovering in the shadows of them,
A marginal face,
Just off camera.
The histories stride toward me, then turn,
And I am left indeterminate.

Watching Avalon on TV in the late evening,
My stomach heavy - laden with stuffing,
Other people's fireworks bursting overhead,
I step lightly out of the screen,
Turn to watch the picture,
See the newest and oldest children
Take their private, unaffected steps.

Those steps are stumbles and straddles and spins,
Beautiful, imperfect things,
And the eyes of the dancers are blind to them,
Like swimmers without masks,
Underwater, adrift in bubble and wave.

My mask is on, and I can see the progress of the moment,
Swelling off - key at the dinner table.
And I can wish myself unmasked and adrift,
Sight abandoned for the chance of movement,
For the right to dance, and take the hand of each.


-T (11/91)

(She didn't understand it)


-- 
Tom Boutell, boutell@cshl.org

Clausthaler is the best non - alcoholic beer in the known universe.
From: ken@aiai.ed.ac.uk (Ken Johnson)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: Activist shot at Berkeley Chancellor's home
Date: 1 Sep 92 09:53:31 GMT
Followup-To: talk.bizarre
Organization: Bugs-R-Us


In article <1992Aug31.180314.15117@pbhya.PacBell.COM>
whheydt@pbhya.PacBell.COM (Wilson Heydt) writes:

#  I don't know of too many mental illnesses that interfere with motor
#  activity. 

Try alcoholism, agoraphobia, catatonia, causalgia, dementia and
schizophrenia. 

-- Ken "my other degree is in psychology" Johnson

-- 
//// Advice to dieters:         ////  Ken Johnson, A I Applications Institute
////   Never eat more than      ////       80 South Bridge, EDINBURGH EH1 1HN
////   you can carry.           ////                 E-mail ken@aiai.ed.ac.uk
////              -- Miss Piggy ////     phone 031-650 2756  fax 031-650 6513
From: vail@tegra.COM (Johnathan Vail)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: Prediction
Date: 28 Aug 92 22:19:53 GMT
Organization: Tegra, Inc., Billerica, MA
In-reply-to: rpwhite@taurus.cs.nps.navy.mil's message of 28 Aug 92 15:57:02 GMT



In article <6032@taurus.cs.nps.navy.mil> rpwhite@taurus.cs.nps.navy.mil (rpwhite) writes:

   In the future, as cable expands to an infinite number of channels and
   multi-media takes over computing as we know it, each newsfroup will have
   it's own channel and posts will be done as videos, animation, graphics,
   text, whatever the user feels like. However some things never change and
   Carasso and I will have our own channel for Followups-To misc.test.


So I walked up to her deck and jacked in.  After the machine boots
into my brain I find myself in virtual reconstruction of the same room
I am was just physically in.  The same except much cleaner and better
organized.

I walk over to the bookshelf and browse through the titles on the
spines:  rec.cooking, alt.gravboard, alt.sex.  More of the usual.  I
don't see what I am looking for.

I think maybe its somewhere else so I point my hands like superman and
float into the bathroom.  Ahhh, there it is!  Behind the toilet.  It
has on old fashioned tooled leather cover with the words
"talk.bizarre" embossed in gold.

Now, how do I work this fucking thing?

Let's see, its an Apple Business Machines Granny Smith 9000/LIX.
What's their MUI slogan?  "Point and Press"?  "Look and Lick"?  No,
"Grasp and Shake", that's it.  So I take the "book" in my metallic
reflecting fingers and give it my best salad bottle shake.

I loose my focus as the paradigm changes.  I find myself in a stone
basement or dungeon except one wall looks like its made of thousands
of video screens.  A thousand different images flicker before me.
Some are faces, some are Picasso-like color patterns.  One is showing
just a pair of h00ters.  That must be Carasso.  Another is an old
fashioned TV colorbar test pattern.  Right next to it is one slightly
dimmer than the rest.  And it's leaking mucous.  Yup, it's rpwhite.


jv <- "the future is now at t.b"
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: rdc@netcom.com (Rachel Dafni Christy)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre,alt.job.gooley,alt.fan.gooley.alt.politics.gooley
Subject: MY DINNER WITH ANDREGOOLEY
Date: 28 Aug 92 03:06:31 GMT
Organization: 'Ex-Biology Grad Student, Student of Life.


%talk gooley


CARASSO: gooley I set you up with two girls in boulder, colorado.
         they like easy-listening and candle lighted dinners
GOOLEY:  I'll buy burgers & stick candles in them.
         If it's true, I'll send you a case of good booze or something...

GOOLEY:  some of your recent job-found articles were worth a laugh, I admit.
CARASSO: so you like my articles.
GOOLEY:  you are in my top 3 favorite.  you're stuff is really fun.


-- 
--
hugs, Rachel
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: rdc@netcom.com (Rachel Dafni Christy)
Subject: WHEN I FUCKED t.b PERSONALITY __________, I LEARNED ________.
Date: Thu, 27 Aug 92 15:40:55 GMT
Organization: 'Ex-Biology Grad Student, Student of Life.


when i fucked t.b personality CJ, i learned that thrusting in and out
really slowly, feeling every millimeter, was fantastic.


carasso "rumor-mill o' joy"
-- 
--
hugs, Rachel
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: jfw@jfwhome.FUNHOUSE.COM (John F. Woods)
Subject: Re: figure it out for yourself, college boys
Followup-To: misc.test
Organization: Misanthropes-R-Us
Date: Wed, 2 Sep 1992 03:36:10 GMT

In <8359@sirius.ucs.adelaide.edu.au> newton@iagu.itd.adelaide.edu.au (Mark Newton) writes:
>My dear lady:  You, in particular, don't have anything worthwhile to say.
>Note, of course, that I'm not making any generic comments about women
>here;  I'm quite clearly and specifically saying that _you_ are a total
>and complete waste of bandwidth, oxygen and DNA.
>Everyone knows that feminists are just otherwise
>decent women with attitude, and you certainly have attitude.

You, asshole, have nothing worthwhile to say, do, or be.  You can take your
pus-filled head, pound nails into it until it looks like a porcupine, and then
shove it up your ass till your spleen bleeds.  Take your juvenile whimpering
about women with attitude, engrave it onto a chainsaw, and then circumsize
yourself with it.  Take your fucking precious bandwidth, oxygen, and DNA and
go take a flying leap into the Marianas Trench.  With assholes like you
staining the landscape like giant heaps of dung, no wonder feminists have
"attitudes", and with any luck you'll choke on it.

>May you die with dignity [tm - The Henry]

May you die of syphillitic madness from fucking too many sheep due to being
too retarded and offensive for women to even see without vomiting.

No.  Strike that.  That takes too much time.  Just die.  *Now*.

And get the fuck off talk.bizarre until you can write something interesting
besides whines about feminists, or at least until you finish puberty.
From: plord@pioneer.uspto.gov (Paul Lord)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: Wash That Bohemian
Date: 26 Aug 92 13:20:25 GMT

kludge puns:
>>|> >>Angst you glad you use Dali?
>>|> >Klee, Seurat, Seurat.
>>|> You've got nothing, Toulouse.
>>Donatella me. I don't want to know.
>With puns like this, you could make Monet as a stand-up.
I'd rather be a roadie; you should see my Van Gogh when you step on Degas.

paul
I wish there were't so Fuseille people in the world.
From: dolan@XENON.BERKELEY.EDU (Kent Paul Dolan)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Honk ...
Date: 2 Sep 92 00:56:28 GMT

Starcap'n Ra gets carried away with the idea of one US resident in 3000
reading t.b ( I get closer to one in 1500, but who's counting?), and
proposes a set of bumper stickers:

> Honk if you liked Kent better when he was depressed and horny!

Lord, ra, just being married and employed hasn't changed that! Sunday
we made love before getting out of bed, after church, and before going
to sleep, and fondled the rest of the day. This morning, I went to the
duty Ft. Ord shrink to whine about my divorce, a weekly occurrance.

Periodicity happens.
eriodicity happens.
riodicity happens.
iodicity happens.
odicity happens.
dicity happens.
icity happens.
city happens.
ity happens.
ty happens.
y happens.
 happens.
happens.
appens.
ppens.
pens.
ens.
ns.
s.
From: rpwhite@taurus.cs.nps.navy.mil (rpwhite)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: Phillipine stories.
Date: 2 Sep 92 23:38:23 GMT
Reply-To: rpwhite@cs.nps.navy.mil (rpwhite)
Organization: Elkhorn Yacht Club, Moss Landing CA

kontos@clipper.ingr.com (Thorne Kontos) writes:

>One can only wonder how many born-in-America males lost their
>virginity to a LBFM, usually after a prearranged game of 'smiles'.

Oh, no! It's the infamous:

			   CHERRY BOYS!

rp -- which is USN-PI slang for newbies. Someday I will write the
      definitive Marilyn's post which will have young horndogs all
      across the country masturbating at their terminals.
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre,alt.sex,rec.humor
From: rdc@netcom.com (MR. COMMUNIST)
Subject: SMILEYS
Date: Fri, 04 Sep 92 04:53:30 GMT
Organization: Soviet Socialist Society, Incorp.
Summary: self destruct of talk.bizarre 2
Followup-To: talk.bizarre,alt.sex,rec.humor


CAN EVERYONE POST THEIR OWN VERSION OF THE SMILY DICTIONARY!
WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SMILEYS?  WHY?  
PLEASE POST YOUR OWN COPY!  THE MORE THE BETTER!!!

POST POST POST!

.
.
-- 

IVAN IQTOVITCH,		"WORKERS UNITE  OVER IMPERIALIST PIG"
COMMUNIST PARTY,		--IVATOLI STEPHANIVIC,
MUSMAK DEVISION			  BRAVE MARTAR
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: jperry@oahu.cs.ucla.edu (John Perry)
Subject: Tennis Anyone?
Followup-To: rec.sports,misc.test,talk.bizarre
Originator: jperry@oahu.cs.ucla.edu
Keywords: grunties
Organization: UCLA Computer Science Department
Date: Tue, 25 Aug 92 19:24:25 GMT


Monica gazed in disbelief at Martina, sun glisening off her inner thighs,
nipples erect on her heaving breasts, saliva running from the corner of 
her mouth. 

Martina delivered the ball with top spin and Monica closed toward it,
embraced it with her racket and dispatched it back to her opponent.

"Ohhhh!! Ummm, Umm.." she moaned. 

"AHH, Ah, ahh, Ugg ohh Uhhhhhhhh!!!.." shattered the cool crisp air!
 
It was Martina! The crowd, many with their clothing in disarray stared in 
disbelief as Martina shoved the end of her racket between her thighs wailed 
in gales of orgasmic relief!!

The officials showing suprising sympathy for Navratalova, called for a brief
time-out in the match, and ruled that the returned volley did not count, then
proceded to retuck their shirttails back into their pants.
 


   john

-- 
v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-v-^-
    "Reality is a sandwich that I did not order."
			       Zippy the Pinhead (for president)
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Xref: sparky talk.bizarre:28496 soc.culture.british:12070
From: cah@cs.bham.ac.uk (Ceri Hopkins)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre,soc.culture.british
Subject: Re: THE COMPLETE BRITISH TO AMERICAN DICTIONARY
Date: 2 Sep 92 15:16:03 GMT
Organization: School of Computer Science, University of Birmingham, UK

>>>>> On 1 Sep 92 22:21:58 GMT, rdc@netcom.com (Rachel Dafni Christy) said:

Rachel> abstractour	-> abstractor
Rachel> acceptour	-> acceptor
Rachel> actour		-> actor
... remainder deleted ...

I notice the omission of "humour -> humor" in this posting.

Ceri
--
Ceri Hopkins                                    
School of Computer Science                        C.A.Hopkins@Cs.Bham.Ac.Uk
University of Birmingham			  Tel. +44-21-414-4766
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre,alt.sex,alt.sex.woody-allen
From: bhoughto@sedona.intel.com (Blair P. Houghton)
Subject: Re: ALT.SEX.WOODY-ALLEN
Organization: Intel Corp., Chandler, Arizona
Date: Wed, 26 Aug 1992 07:56:01 GMT

In article <_!bnrg+.rdc@netcom.com> rdc@netcom.com (Rachel Dafni Christy) writes:
>I have created alt.sex.woody-allen.  The newgroup is
>intended for the discussion of the woody allen case, child
>abuse, problems with the media, and pediphilia.

What about funny movies about sex, funny sex, and
sex about funny movies?

>If the need arises, alt.sex.woody-allen.technical,
>alt.sex.woody-allen.positions, and alt.sex.woody-allen.jokes,
>will be additionally created.

You forgot also:

    alt.sex.woody-allen.grand-illusion
    alt.sex.woody-allen.hannah.and-her-sisters
    alt.sex.woody-allen.pussycat
    alt.sex.woody-allen.semiology
    alt.sex.woody-allen.onanistic
    alt.sex.woody-allen.tracys-face
    alt.sex.woody-allen.take-the-money-and-run
    alt.sex.woody-allen.snakebite
    alt.sex.woody-allen.bergman.angst.angst.angst

				--Blair
				  "Acknowledgements:
				   Eric Lax and his
				   Farrah Slacks."
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
From: bp271@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Matthew N. Sharp)
Subject: Lake Koonst, IN
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio, (USA)
Date: Wed, 26 Aug 92 03:33:21 GMT




	She's an hour late and then she wonders why
	I'm pissed.  [why aren't you talking?]
	[why do you have to take everything personally?]
	I just drive.  The remaining sunlight is eaten
	by clou... no, just greyness.  Nowhere. More
	nowhere. Two hours of nowhere. Silence, except
	for the goddamn tape deck, repeating the same
	goddamn tape.  
	I make the left turn, I follow the road, and
	the sun regains its power.  The day becomes
	brighter, and my stomach feels ready to digest.
	Something good will happen, I think to myself,
	and I turn my head to the left, the south, to 
	see him, the face of god:

	He walks slowly westward across his lawn, pushing
	his machine - as tall as his machine...
	My Little man of dreams... his butt glistens.
	
	I smile, and she tells me not to laugh.  But
	they like to be laughed at.  Little Clowns.



-- 
Matthew Neill Sharp
bp271@Cleveland.Freenet.Edu