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Titolo: We Have A Bond, All Of Us, We Have A Bond In Here (was Re: chapter thirteen, in which young queenie is shocked and amazed at the level of depravity to be found on the deceptively quiet streets of her town)


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Russell B <mai...@here.not> wrote:
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hmmmm.

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Mind you, this is standing up.

Russell B wrote:
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I need that drug that erases all memory. And quick.

A gathering of angels appeared above my head 
They sang to me their song of hope 
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Dear Pinch:
I must insist that in all future correspondence you address me as "Lord Of
The Dance."
Thanks awfully,
Russell B

Russell B <mai...@here.not> wrote:
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mmhmm

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I do these really hilarious little things with my eyes, too.  Like sort of
rolling them, but in a funny way.  Sometimes I tell jokes, too.

Russell B <mai...@here.not> wrote:
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you don't say.  that sounds like quite a show, Russell.

Russell B [mai...@here.not], 
 enlightened us all 
 by babbling  THIS: 
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::A gathering of angels appeared above my head 
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 peeep.

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I knew I could count on you to spice it up, Russell...  Masturbation
need not be a rote memorization of pleasurable strokes.  No, it needs
to be taken that extra step.  I prefer a little darker setup, with oil
and poodles...  But the Riverdance thing is awfully striking...  I
could see how that would work..

 peeep.
Ah, the grudge peep.  The saddest peep of them all, if you ask me.

need not be a rote memorization of pleasurable strokes.
You memorize them?
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This, from Russell B:
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pooop.

Russell B [mai...@here.not], 
 enlightened us all 
 by babbling  THIS: 
::
::A gathering of angels appeared above my head 
::They sang to me their song of hope 
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Hmmm?  Why would this be a grudge peep?

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Mmmm.  Pretending that a grudge peep is not a grudge peep.  Sad.  Sadder
than Netscape, even.  

Russell B [mai...@here.not], 
 enlightened us all 
 by babbling  THIS: 
::
::A gathering of angels appeared above my head 
::They sang to me their song of hope 
::And this is what "Fabex L" said: 
::
::>Russell B [mai...@here.not], 
::> enlightened us all 
::> by babbling  THIS: 
::>::
::>::A gathering of angels appeared above my head 
::>::They sang to me their song of hope 
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You are imagining a grudge peep.  Now *that* is truly truly sad.

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And so another once-great Usenet poster is sucked into the downward spiral
of the grudge peep.  Ineffably, chokingly sad.

tit who cares.
The "pseudopeep," David?  The "pseudopeep"?  That doesn't even make sense.
God, David, take a look at yourself.  No, go ahead, I'll wait.  Go into the
bathroom--that's the white, shiny room where you go from time to time to
wipe the encrusted semen from your legs after yet another evening of
desultory masturbation to Web pr0n--and look at your reflection in the
mirror.
You're a burnt-out shell of a man.  
You were once something of a Usenet hero, David.  You had a coterie of bored
housewives, insomniac college students, misguided MTV-watchers, and other
folk who didn't know better eating out of your hands.  You could do no wrong
in their eyes, David, and your crossposting trolls brought hoots of laughter
and approval.  They chuckled at your "LITTEL DAVID H" persona, they howled
at "Tramm Phamm," and the "Chamaca" troll had them rolling in the aisles.
And then something happened.  You staged the perfect troll--leaving the
Usenet "forever"--and then you screwed it all up by coming back.  
See, in the interim you somehow lost your spark.  The wit, the jeweler's eye
for human foibles, the impishness--what we in atr-w call the "funny"--it
just wasn't there anymore.  Maybe something happened in your offline life.
Maybe you ran out of ideas.  Maybe you "outgrew" this.  I don't know.  I do
know that you are not the David H I once knew.
Look at yourself again in the mirror, Big David H, and this time tell
yourself something for me: "It's time to hang it up, pla."  
 

Russell B [mai...@here.not], 
 enlightened us all 
 by babbling  THIS: 
::
::A gathering of angels appeared above my head 
::They sang to me their song of hope 
::And this is what "Fabex L" said: 
::
::>Russell B [mai...@here.not], 
::> enlightened us all 
::> by babbling  THIS: 
::>::
::>::A gathering of angels appeared above my head 
::>::They sang to me their song of hope 
::>::And this is what "Fabex L" said: 
::>::
::>::>Russell B [mai...@here.not], 
::>::> enlightened us all 
::>::> by babbling  THIS: 
::>::>::
::>::>::A gathering of angels appeared above my head 
::>::>::They sang to me their song of hope 
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Well, it helps to get it straight.. Um. I mean, to remember certain
strokes comes in... Uh.  Ummm..  Forget it...  
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PEEPS!  We demand more PEEPS!  
The .harp needs a new hobby...

Russell B [mai...@here.not], 
 enlightened us all 
 by babbling  THIS: 
::
::A gathering of angels appeared above my head 
::They sang to me their song of hope 
::And this is what "Fabex L" said: 
::
::>Russell B [mai...@here.not], 
::> enlightened us all 
::> by babbling  THIS: 
::>::
::>::A gathering of angels appeared above my head 
::>::They sang to me their song of hope 
::>::And this is what "Fabex L" said: 
::>::
::>::>Russell B [mai...@here.not], 
::>::> enlightened us all 
::>::> by babbling  THIS: 
::>::>::
::>::>::A gathering of angels appeared above my head 
::>::>::They sang to me their song of hope 
::>::>::And this is what "Fabex L" said: 
::>::>::
::>::>::>Russell B [mai...@here.not], 
::>::>::> enlightened us all 
::>::>::> by babbling  THIS: 
::>::>::>::
::>::>::>::A gathering of angels appeared above my head 
::>::>::>::They sang to me their song of hope 
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You have a little crush on me, don't you?

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No.  No, I do not.  And contrary to what you may think, sunny jim, you do
not own the moon and stars.  You think you do, but you don't.

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We've been over this a hundred times.  I have them on a time share with Charlie 
Sheen.  He left vodka bottles and spaghettio cans all over the joint and guess 
who had to clean them up?  Can you guess?  The maid did, that's who.

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His father does a lot of great work for peace.  A lot of important, terrific
work for peace.  Many folks seem to think that peace is just for guys from
the sixties, you know, Beatles fans or what have you.  But peace is
something that affects all of our lives, and you have to respect Martin
Sheen for the terrific, terrific work he does for peace.
(You think the birds sing your song, David H, but guess what.  They do not.)

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D00d, there is a huge difference between peace and piece.  You haven't been 
following the Clintonistas very closely, have you?
::
::(You think the birds sing your song, David H, but guess what.  They do not.)
Wonce, I knew this girl, she was in a group project with me at school but was 
too old for me to fuck, she had this mother with a parrot.  Her mom died, and 
she got the parrot.  So, the parrot had learned to talk like her mom and would 
say "Laurrrrrraa" in her mom's voice.  Freaked her out so much she drove the 
bird out to the Interstate and let it fly away.
And to this day, that bird travels from college to college speaking out on the 
evils of the Sheen family.
True story.

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Did she ever used to put her arms over her head, kind of like a little girl,
when she talked to you?

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No. 
Do you really want me to leave usenet forever?


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