From: damianj@castle.ed.ac.uk (Damian Jackson)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: s s c
Date: 17 Dec 92 16:56:12 GMT
Organization: Edinburgh University

thoth@uiuc.edu (Ben Cox) writes:

>I am typing "nn" over and over, wishing that there were more news I
>could read instead of just sitting here hating.

hate all you can, boyah.
there ain't nooo delimiters where you're a headed son.

Then one day, he was shooting at some food,
when up from the ground came a bubblin' crude.
Mindless bilge.
Vacuous drivel.
One-line-follow-ups that is.

scum sucking carpets
carpets that actually suck the scum off of your shoes
and the best thing is they actually enjoy doing it.
yessiree they get an actual legal high out of it, or
the nearest to it that their genuine positronic fibres
will permit.

satan shall creep
at first showing everything that prolog does,
for if satan is not at home enjoying programming
in prolog, then he is at work flailing small children
with a sharp split rubber hose, or drooling over
the smell of fresh chalk.

sandals shroud cryonics
and for that matter; ie matter with negative mass,
gravitation becomes that bit more interesting, and
buddha becomes that bit less relevant to the central
hidden interests of the Jovian Elvish Mining union
of southern Kansas. gold durn commie filth anyway.
never trust anyone who you can't see.

sick sick sick
what is the sickest thing you can think of?
that's not sick.  i've sliced open my trachea
to swallow sicker things than that.  i'm so sick
they ought to make a national monument - a 10 metre
a side cuboid filled with the sick beaten out of
three month old babies before they died of internal
bleeding because it is vitally, i repeat vitally,
important to not leave external marks.  they just
get cold out there, pissed off and eventually they
come a looking for you.

silver sands cafe
not a real name but then nothing more, nothing less
than you might expect if you were drowning with
your lungs half full of rusty water and gulping
cs gas down which bubbles and reacts free radicals
with small little s or delta charges on them nucleophilic
substitution it's not a way of life; it's a reaction
mechanism stupid. get out of my wave. go rectify yourself.

who is number one?
well number six, it seems to me you have had it all
rather too easy here. it is high time we began the
use of real physical torture. you can be sure that
you will tell us what we want to know, presently.
you needn't think that telling us will end the pain;
we both know that it will not. however, enough of that.
this week we will work on your fingers and arms.
gerald, fetch the wire strippers, there's a good chap.
mind the rat cage you oaf.

sub standard commercial
coke vs pepsi.
a difficult choice.
i say fuck 'em both; drink Guiness [tm].

sandpaper shifts calluses
maybe not true, but something to think about
as you remove the skin from your body only to
leave a twinkling star and run off to the next
bar of the cartoon.

sedentary sheep copulate
somewhere in between here and there; in an
instant that is all too easily missed, there
is a place. a place where anyone can leave,
but nobody can arrive. is this the twilight zone?
fuck, no. go figure.

today's seasonally adjusted subliminal message is:
use a continued fraction expansion
to solve an equation of the form
x^2 - d*y^2 = +/- 1.

thur ya go Benjie, Benny ma boy,
something to read, to idle away the hours,
lessen i'm in your killfile.
you wouldn't killfile a man with glasses, now would you?

Damian
damianj@castle.ed.ac.uk
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre