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Posted: 5/8/2002 7:35:15 AM EDT
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Satan? Is it you? It sounds like you?
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 8:54:43 AM EDT
Quite Ayn Randesque.
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 9:08:44 AM EDT
Bandwidth... What a terrible thing to waste. [img]http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/jpshakehead.gif[/img]
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 9:11:23 AM EDT
Pshaw! This is not a waste of bandwidth! That Word Association thread is a waste of bandwidth! I think it's gone beyond anything in the Babe of the Day period of AR15.com history! Eric The(Minimalist)Hun[>]:)]
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 9:22:58 AM EDT
Originally Posted By platform389: Bandwidth... What a terrible thing to waste. [img]http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/jpshakehead.gif[/img]
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Translation: "Too... many... words. Head... hurts. Where's... my... Elmo doll?" [;)]
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 9:34:23 AM EDT
Originally Posted By The_Macallan: Quite Ayn Randesque.
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Actually, more Jim Morrison-ish (of the Doors) - on a bad acid trip. [:D]
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 9:39:02 AM EDT
I tried to read it, I feel asleep. The worm in my head hungered for coherent musing. The beast that is the Beasty Boys calls out. Yearning for a license to ill. Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla.
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 9:45:05 AM EDT
Did I Ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? by William S. Burroughs Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his ass to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I had ever heard. "This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell. "This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called "The Better 'Ole' that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, "Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?' "'Nah! I had to go relieve myself.' "After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. "Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in- curving hooks and start eating. He thought this was cute at first and built and act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him: 'It's you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we don't need you around here any more. I can talk and eat AND shit.' "After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpole's tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous- except for the EYES you dig. That's one thing the asshole COULDN'T do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn't give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes WENT OUT, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab's eyes on the end of a stalk. Reprinted without permission from: The Naked Lunch William S. Burroughs
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 9:48:17 AM EDT
Originally Posted By QCMGR: I tried to read it, I feel asleep. The worm in my head hungered for coherent musing. The beast that is the Beasty Boys calls out. Yearning for a license to ill. Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla.
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Bwahahaahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S FUNNY! (but true?)[whacko]
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 9:50:21 AM EDT
Originally Posted By The_Macallan: Quite Ayn Randesque.
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I agree. Use of the third person indicates a quote from "Anthem", which I just started last nite. How bout some bibliography, DF?
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 9:59:55 AM EDT
We urge you to enhance the richness of your life with desire, to trust desire, TO TRUST YOUR DESIRES.
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OK...! [img]http://www.samswine.com/images/img-beer-menupic.jpg[/img]
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 10:01:03 AM EDT
[b]Am-O-Tramp[/b], that was wonderful. I'd forgotten how engaging Burroughs could be on ocassion. It works. Eric The(NakedLunchIsMyMotto)Hun[>]:)]
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 11:50:26 AM EDT
Why thank you Eric, glad you liked it. Your wit and intelligence makes for good reading also.
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 12:06:35 PM EDT
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Anybody got a beer? NoName?
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 6:50:41 PM EDT
Link Posted: 5/8/2002 11:59:13 PM EDT
I don't like Mondays.
Link Posted: 5/9/2002 12:27:01 AM EDT
Masochist: Hurt me. Sadist: No.
Link Posted: 5/9/2002 12:42:50 AM EDT
On the plains of hesitation lie the bones of countless millions who at the dawn of victory lay down to rest.....and resting,...died.
Link Posted: 5/9/2002 7:36:09 AM EDT
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