....with the doug.

more scenesless just self: the intention of 'one', faux as it is, is to serve
as a non-coercive supplement for a nebulous and noncontinuous royal "we". as
such, the intention of 'one' is to cloud the appearance of a definite formation
of intent for the reading of one. one might assume one refers to the writer,
the reader, or an amorphous amalgamation of reader and writer, either in
contention or concert or possibly indecisive. whatever. one may elect or not
to become one with the one which is not one.

in other news, personally, i only prefer periods and commas outside of single
quotes and inside double quotes. the former because it just looks 'better'
to me. the latter as a nod to a somewhat more accepted 'standard'. the
combination as a discontinuous play between the two. that's just me and maybe
some others, i dunno.

it seems important to me to hardly ever say what i might mean. i might need
you to tell me what i could mean and sing the feelings hidden twixt randy and
richard.

anyway, i've been listening to some harmonica arrangements of lizst. the
blonde on the left looks like she's been listening to reggae for about 10
years. but these arrangements just don't capture the sheer rock and roll
that was lizst. jerry lee lewis copped the man big time. hunnert years
afore, the dude was -destroying- every piano he touched. systematically.
he'd start out to play by finding the weak points in the structure and
by the time he got finished playing a piece, he'd reduce a perfectly good
musical instrument to rubble. is the right eye of david lee roth supposed
to be out of place or is that the style?

such is the folklore everything is.

doug:
>This is defined by the FBI as a "Pyramid Scam".

so is posting.

>I think I'll forward it to the IRS.

a phone tree among local institutions works well for this.

>you'll want to say you saw him when...

what, so some local institution could better identify local institutions?

>how so?  and thank you.

idunno and you're welcome.

>again, how so.

again, idunno.

>might be fucked.  might be taking a shit.

fucking shit, you are catchin on.

>then i choose not to choose.

that's one choice.

>i'd rather select it in a random/spastic/blind rage.

method actor!

>he's here already?!  damn, i ain't quite ready.

sleeping on our s words.

>sorry, but i must quote that one.

and wise you are to, as you must know i'm lying. i talk of little else but
the pros and cons of gandhi's sexual problems. no wait, that's a lie, too.

>i've been harassed by older women

over ten years ago, i had this boss. she had several co-ops working for her.
she just threw herself at one of them, continually. she'd sneak up behind him
while his was working at his desk, put her arms around him, and writhe around
him. in meetings, she'd go on about how long it had been since she'd been laid.
she was mean as a snake and absolutely incompetent as a manager. i left that
job and forgot about her. idunno what became of the co-op but he was living
with the boss by the time i left. i'm back at the same company, now. a few
weeks ago, her name is announced in reorganizational shuffle. she's about
three levels of management up higher than where she was those many years ago.

about five years ago, at this same company, a woman who was a temp abruptly
quit her job. i talked with other people at her temp agency. turned out she
was cornered in a lab by a manager who pushed himself on her, kissing her.
she reported it, but the temp agency, afraid of contractual retribution,
shuffled her to another client instead of handling the situation for her.

>50 years to receive their awards.

the newscaster noted the lone surviving recipient remained silent as his
medal was draped around his neck. another gummint pr ploy. the awards, that
is. it seems to me somehow vaguely ironic in the same way as women battling
to get in the citadel. fuck, fight to close down the citadel, fer pete's
sake. the women did much more by quitting than by joining.

bi-q's at the lizard and snake this saturday. geezer lake, same place,
tomorrow. mind sirens, tonight. 's just a rumor i heard.

anyway, i never bore of hearing peeps attempting to distinguish my porno
(porno) from your porno (erotica). regulate, curtail, effectively the same
no matter what the intents. at least peeps start to admit it's not all
just one thing causing but produces the same results. the "one" that isn't.

o yeah...

7) one economy

simply because someone said six.

every word is bought off. particularly chomsky's. he's a veritable industry.

funny, showing up to chat and socialize, conveniently questioning who'd insist
on music. encouraging, even. it's not dark and sensual if anyone else does it,
apparently. well, i know just what one means, it's certainly more convenient
to listen to techno records than go to the rave. anyway, ross purdy much sums
up the history of reggae. it's all business, every note bought off, same as
any other.

yes, that sure was military intelligence.

>So that Kelly Boley guy confirmed that we do have two+ years of archives
>around, but when I told him I couldn't get to them, not only did he not
>respond, but all of a sudden all these posts started showing up as being
>from doug. Agh. I am afraid to speak again.

thank you, thank you, and thank you. this is reassuring. your efforts are
much appreciated. hang in there.

>They say they're working on it, but really, how hard can it be to figure out
>what changed 2 weeks ago when it started?

likely it's not just one thing that changed, but a number of things, over
time, with some final catalyst producing the the observed result that is
less than expected.

so, possibly, very hard. hang in there. if you will.

>The Spiders from Mars, who are Rebar,

at least the umpteenth band around these parts to reuse the name. and yes,
go see this. i'm by no stretch the hugest of rebar fans that ross seems to
be. but the alligator raygun cover i saw was the highlight of their show.
they seem born to cover bowie. i'm no opponent of cover bands, and i was
tickled.

>Chris, FWIW, I don't reply to your messages because they are too long.  Too
>wordy.  I don't have time to parse all of that.  Sorry.

no need to respond or apologize. i'm just glad as well to see you posting
again. sure beats the grumpy old men's club. the discussion got elevated to
a whole 'nother level when you and diane kicked in. so much so that i think
about every paragraph i read was meritous of whole discussions unto themselves
that would be too long for me to participate in. i wish i had time to parse
all that. especially, i'm so pleased to see j.s. mills shown as a reference
by which we can track back some of the utilitarian threads of modern feminism.
indeed, if prostitution is defended as a bionic means to an ends, money and
power, then that's the point of departure. or negation. whatever. parse in
own health. discourse is a self-negating virus.

and there is no difference between comstockery and the cda. we would do well
to examine sanger's and others' unorthodox marxist and anarchist connections.
more peeps willing to spend time in jail might recharge some leftism. feminism
was much more effective for change when utilitarian means were deemed suspect.
funny that. today we got donna harraway, her vulgar manifestations like naomi
wolf, and all manner of 'transhumanist' hallucination. uberwomen.

we don't believe snuff films exist becaus we value some peeps stories over
others even if all the narratives are flat and unauthoritative. the worth
of worth.

six and hungry hubba hernewjobe, spectsme tubby hippy bomine.

nobody's daddy.

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