From: Gleeep@cup.portal.com (Dave - Silon)
Newsgroups: comp.sys.amiga.advocacy
Subject: Re: Heh heh (was Re: Huh? (was Re: Hah! (was Re: Huh?)))
Date: Wed, 26 Aug 92 08:01:15 PDT
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In article <63357> TRUSSY@tie.me.up writes:
>Only if I can point out that GLEEEP stands for
>Gangrenous Lesions Eating Everyone Else's Privates
 
   Gleeep actually stands for:
   Globular Lifeform Emitting Enigmatic Energy Pulses,
   you poor excuse for failing kidney transplant.
 
>in <article I don't know the number of>,
>barrett@snotnose.twerp.edu writes:
> "Who is this Gleeeep person anyway?"  
> "Where did he come from?"
 
This is for you, SLOPJOWLS, oinky oinky:
 
>...from a reading to no one (YOOG 5/26/92)
I had a dream about running through a field of living hands 
sticking up through broken soil.  I had no choice - I had to 
run - but after every step, the hands would grab at my feet 
and legs - the field stretched far off into the distance in 
every direction.  Each time I fell, the hands struggled to 
keep me down.  The terrifying thing about them was that 
I knew that they all belonged to TV Evangelists.  After
emerging from this place, I arrived at a shining grotto that 
was filled with the CELLULOID ENTITIES and knew that I had 
been born.  From behind me came the muted grumblings of
Wheelie and the Chopper Bunch.  This was to be the
Holy Afterbirth.
 
>TRUSSY also writes:
>It was a dark and stormy night.  Strange sounds pervaded
>...approximation to jonathan@cats.UCSC.EDU (YOOG 7/25/92):
 
[violent bolts of lightning stream through the cold antechamber - strange
racks of electronic equipment flash to life as mega-charged snakes of
radioactive ozone pulse between gleaming electrodes - something under the
sheet on the massive platform is moving - the equipment is about to 
overload - tungsten carbide diodes glow white hot - small woodland 
creatures trample each other to death while trying to escape the vicinity
of the castle of the mad Dr. Von BladderWort - but they are too late - the
creation has been born from the decaying flesh of a thousand disenterred
souls - the sheet atomizes in a giant nuclear expectoration temporarily
blinding Dr. Von BladderWort and his trusted assistant Nimrod the Hunchy -
but their vision soon clears and amid the smoke hovering like globs of
sea urchin sweat above the electrified platform emerges the gibbering form
of Gleeep casting out his glowing pseudopodia into the networks of MAN
AND HIS PARASITES - and then 3 trillion barbie dolls appear as the fabric
of ALL THINGS is wrenched into another dimension and everything as you
know it ceases to exist, except for Gleeep, who hovers above your
disintegrating form singing a moving eulogy.  The CELLULOID ENTITIES
look on and bow their heads, droning peacefully in invertible counterpoint.
Gleeep laments the lack of a Malibu Beach House and party hats, but
knows that his wish came true as he blew out the candles of humanity.]
 
[various origins of Gleeep, The Book of Gleeep]
 
- Gleeep
 
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