Okay...I admit it. I'm crazy as a shithouse rat. I come from a long
line of manic-depressives, and I'm PROUD of it. My bi-polarizm has
been somewhat watered down through the generations, but it still gives
me a nice run for my money.
Now, I've seen Stang admit that he's chemically imbalanced, and he
mentioned that Janor is too...NENSLO hinted at it once or twice...and
if Sterno ISN'T crazy, then he sure as hell OUGHTA be!
What about the rest of you? Is twisted brain chemistry one of the side
effects of Yeti genes? I know the craziness comes from my mother's
side, and she was the Yeti in the family for sure.
Boy...I'd sure hate to think that this beauty, glory, and crazed
ranting was all just a lack of seratonin.
--
Reverend Mutha Tarla, Little Sisters of the Perpetually Juicy,
A Proud Jism Schism of the Church of the SubGenius, Worshipping
"Connie" Dobbs and Juicy Retardo since 1986
http://www.ionet.net/~bmyers/homepage.html
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From: pkitty@netcom.com (Purple Kitty)
I got locked in a nuthouse for a while when I was 12 for being bipolar.
It's rare that it shows up that young (he said proudly). I actually was a
bit out of control 'round then...took me a while to realize that giving
up to it wasn't the answer, and neither was fighting it...accepting it as
a part of how I am and making it as natural as every other part of my
brain was the only way.
They're saying, "Take this...it'll get rid of that part of you!" And I
wouldn't do it. I kept yelling back, "It's a part of me! And whether or
not YOU think it's a good part, or whether or not *I* think it's a good
part, is IS a part and it's gonna STAY that way!" and I never regretted
it. I honestly think the percentage of Yetis classified with some sort of
mental imbalance has to be DAMNED high. After all, a person who can see
more than they can HAS to be crazy, right? "Damned fool is talking about
humanity being trapped in a cage again...someone give him a few ccs of
demerol, will ya?"
Rev Pee Kitty
--
Meow!
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From: sphinx1@ix.netcom.com (sphinx drummond )
I'm about half crazy 90% of the time, the other half of the time I
alternate between a full blown lunatic and an incredibly pink sports
fan. I always feel the most outside of my wits when I'm the incredibly
pink sports fan. I suffer the bouts of pinkness with pangs of guilt -
"how can I be such a dupe, what's wrong with me, I hate myself for
participating in this CON bullshit.
Prozac is the only prescribed drug I've ever taken. I had a Dr.
prescribe it to me one time about 4 years ago. I was questioning the
meaning of life and shit and got myself worked-up about things that I
had no control over - yet they seemed to rule my life. I had about 8
sessions with a shrink, during which the guy only would repeat what I
said, if he said anything at all.
I would say, "Doc, man I just want things to be effortless, to just
fall in place." He would say, "So you just want things to effortlessly
fall into place." I thought, g'yall this guy goes to school for a
billion years and all he does is repeat what I say. Shit, he should pay
me! I'm doing all the talking. I wanted answers not agreements. I
wanted him to spell it out for me, not follow me into the blind alley
of madness.
I don't think the Prozac had much effect on me. I'm still able to
distinguish one reality from another and from my paranoid delusions.
Nowadays I enjoy my paranoid delusions. I know them for what the are
and I run with them. Me against the world, me against you, you and me
against the world, hell even me against me. When I do good and am
enjoying life, it's because my loved ones have conspired to set up
situations which work to my advantage. When life sucks it is cause of
the fuckin Conspiracy has the way laced with booby traps and
occasionaly I trip over one. That's when just say fuck it.
Col. Sphinx Drummond
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From: i.stang@metronet.com (Rev. Ivan Stang)
Seratonin forms the CHAINS from which we break FREE!!! FREE!!! FREE!!!
"The only reason the Church of the SubGenius SEEMS insane, is because it's
the ONLY thing that MAKES SENSE!" -- or something like that. I forget the
exact quote.
I'M not chemically imbalanced. All those other guys are. I can BECOME
chemically unbalanced if I drink booze or if I run out of
habafropzipulops, coffeee or nicotine. It's that simple.
I'm the sanest man in the world. I wouldn't hurt a fly.
Rev. Ivan Stang
Future Emperor of StangPlanet 273
--
Copyright 1995 by Rev. Ivan Stang / 1st Orthodox Stangian
MegaFisTemple Lodge of People's Covenant Church of the
Wrath of Dobbs Yeti, Resurrected / The SubGenius Foundation,Inc.
PO Box 140306 Dallas TX 75214 / Fax 214-320-1561 / PRABOB
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From: leslucid@ald.net (LesLucid)
My sister is full blown schizo, bless her heart. My current girlfriend was
God off and on before I knew her. Now she sticks to her correcting
chemicals. Me, I was crazy as hell for about 7 years. Then I got a divorce
and now I'm fine.
L.L.
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From: dynasor@infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
You wanting original twist, or thermonuclear chemical additive twist?
I'm sure I had plenty of the first, just like several others in my
pedigree line. But I did a marathon job of the latter.
I recently tested the retention of the expansion jobs I did, all 4 or 5
hundred of them. After enough LSA-111 extracted from baby hawaiian
woodrose seeds to equate to a good solid 500 mikes of Tim Leary's
sacrament, I had all the normal signs of orbital altitude. Except the way
I thought didn't change one bit.
I've had enough. I'm full.
Strange thing, my erratic fluctuations couldn't keep up with my neural
touring. It gave up and quit.
* 2qwk! 1.26b3 * Try to look unimportant, they may be low on ammo
--
dynasor@infi.net The Doctor is on.
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From: blackmer@husc7.harvard.edu (John Blackmer)
Um. Well, I've been diagnosed with bipolar manic-depressive disorder,
obsessive-compulsive disorder, schizophrenia, borderline personality
disorder, attention deficit disorder, and/or multiple personality
disorder at different times by various doctors. I have been under
compulsory residence at three different institutions, was expelled
from private school for being a "bad influence on the other students",
and am currently on a prescription for rather large amounts of Thorazine.
But I flush the shit. I don't think I'm "insane", and neither do any of my
friends. It is a common practice of the Con to label anything they do not
feel equipped to relate to as "crazy", "evil", "stupid", or "just plain
wrong".
The False Prophet must constantly struggle to disavow his/her inner feelings of
inadequacy via a front of superiority. And one of the best Con-approved
ways to do this is to
get a degree in something. Once one has a degree, one is liscensed to
always be 'right' in any conflict of opinions concerning one's subject
of 'expertise', as long as one's opponent is a non-'expert'. Experience
or lack thereof of the subject in question has little relevance compared to
the rank of the speaker in the chain of authority. When said
conflict is in a psychiatrist-patient situation, any opinion the patient
has is subject to veto. Thus "I do not understand your line of thinking"
becomes "You are thinking irrationally", and if what the patient says has
any vehemence, this becomes "NURSE! RESTRAIN THE PATIENT!".
Because anyone who seriously thinks they can be an "authority" on the
soul-ripping intricacies of the microcosmic universe we
call the human mind is doomed to failure. Just as you cannot know what
sex or 'frop' feels like until you have had it, you cannot know the mind
of another unless you have been them. But most cannot deal with this.
They must have an immediate explanation for everything, and if they
cannot relate to you, they must find a pigeonhole to put you in. The
unknown makes them uncomfortable and afraid. And the first impulse is to
try to be rid of the annoying inconsistency. Thus every unfamiliar
thought process becomes a disease that must be cleansed.
One cannot be "cured" of one's "syndrome" until one becomes within
the accepted variation of attitude from that of the doctor. And since
living the empty, shallow, pathetic, slackless lives of any of the False
Psychiatrists I have met, or any lifestyle that they would approve of,
would be UNENDING TORMENT for me, and I have never had much of a stomach
for PRETENSE, (Yes ma'am, I wholeheartedly agree with the goals and the
methods of this and all government-sanctioned institutions, as do all
right-thinking people in this world or any other, for ever and ever,
amen) I have been continually lableled 'insane', 'uncooperative',
'antisocial', 'negative', etc etc etc.
This is true of all Subgenii (except the pretense bit. Some of us are
able to decieve the Normals rather well.) So, when you ask "Are we all
crazy?" I must answer both yes and no. Yes, they will see us as crazy.
Even some of us will see us as crazy. But no, we are not. No one is crazy
to himself, as long as he has FAITH IN HIS FOOT GLAND. And "Bob"
dammit, to thine OWN SELF be true! If you feel like believing something,
YOU'RE RIGHT! If you don't, it is ALL LIES! If I feel like having MOOD
SWINGS SO INTENSE AS TO DEFY THE VERY LAWS OF PHYSICS, I WIIL! If I feel
like LASHING MYSELF with a BULLWHIP and HOWLING AT THE MOON, I WILL!
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me!
Because the opinions of others don't make me crazy. The Con wants me to
believe that it does, wants all 'subversive' types to believe this so we
will crawl whimpering and snivelling to their feet saying "I'm not like
other people, nobody likes me oh pleeeez help me fit in." And then we're
supposed to pay THEM for the reprogramming sessions and mood-erasing drugs
so we can live shallow, mediocre lives with no tears or joy, no passion,
no Slack, only stress, gossip, worries, complaints, Monday Night
Football, Tupperware Parties, all for the
sake of "fitting in?" BY ALL THAT'S SACRED OR PROFANE, A THOUSAND TIMES NO!
-agsts q crossptch Q. P. M.
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From: hobbs_a@kosmos.wcc.govt.nz
After my pseudo-True Yeti Mate (heh, now *that* supposition really looks
ridiculous from this far away) dumped me, I spent six months on prescription
chemicals. They enabled me to get out of bed in the morning. But I've been
seeing counsellors, psychiatrists, witchdoctors etc. from the age of 6.
--
Anthony "Slug Of Doom" Hobbs Wellington, NZ hobbs_a@ix.wcc.govt.nz
Don't think it over. Always takes you over. Sends your spirit dancing.
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From: ricky@usenet.nerdc.ufl.edu (St. Ain-Soph)
Not enough seratonin in the synaptic gap is thought to be associated
with depression. Depression is VERY COMMON. Prozac and a bunch of
similar chemicals are SRP's (serotonin re-uptake inhibitors). If
you look at how much damage is done by depressed people -- who knows,
maybe Tim McViegh was depressed -- or the number of GROOVY PEOPLE
who commit suicide (like Richard Brautigan -- he wrote _Trout_ _Fishing_
in _America_ and many more) then you'd say that a "cure" for depression
is much more to be hoped for than even a cure for AIDS.
A lot of people need "mother's little helper" of one color or shape
or another and they're still GOOD PEOPLE and we should LISTEN TO them
and not dismiss them as "crazy." To paraphrase some long dead geek
who never said any such thing, "Normal? What IS normal?" Most great
people probably aren't becuase the NORM is the MIDDLE is the MEDIOCRE.
It just might be that the people who climb up the ladder to success or
infamy are ALL motivated by neurosis.
And as for the "beauty and the glory" just read Mark Vonnegut's
(Kurt Vonnegut's son) book called _The_ _Eden_ _Express_. It's
his autobiographical story of the hippy dream turned into a
psychosis. Scary.
: Okay...I admit it. I'm crazy as a shithouse rat. I come from a long
: line of manic-depressives, and I'm PROUD of it. My bi-polarizm has
: been somewhat watered down through the generations, but it still gives
: me a nice run for my money.
Sorry. The researchers decided that the bi-polar thingy ISN'T hereditary.
Strange how I read about some great break-through in the understanding
of the human brain and then a few years later comes the Roseannadanadan
"never mind." The astronomers are the same way.
: Now, I've seen Stang admit that he's chemically imbalanced, and he
: mentioned that Janor is too...NENSLO hinted at it once or twice...and
: if Sterno ISN'T crazy, then he sure as hell OUGHTA be!
I must have missed Stang's statement. He admitted to having experience
with LSD. Stang made reference to Janor being depressed.
xxx xxx [[ deleted -- this is an INTERNATIONAL forum ]] xxx xxx
This is SAMELESS and WRONG of me to leave that paragraph above. Don't
sue me, NENSLO. I'm only speculating!! See? I deleted everything I
wrote about NENSLO and Janor.
So what? Hell! If you're feeling down, talk to your family practitioner.
They'll hand out Prozac or similar without batting an eye-lash. Try
the stuff and if it makes you happy then *BINGO* that's what the
problem is. But if it doesn't do anything, then it's not your serotonin.
Maybe LIFE ACTUALLY DOES SUCK. I mean it's a possibility that THINGS
REALLY ARE WORSE THAN THEY SEEM.
Sterno is Sterno. Sterno is. Sterno is as Sterno does. I am not looser
than clams. I am not looser than clams. I am not MY LEGS ARE ON FIRE!
: What about the rest of you? Is twisted brain chemistry one of the side
: effects of Yeti genes? I know the craziness comes from my mother's
: side, and she was the Yeti in the family for sure.
Sorry. I have accepted OPRAH RENFREY as my Personal Confessor. I
will only devulge intimate details of my marriage, career and lawless
amoral mental derangement in exchange for MY FIFTEEN MINUTES OF
NATIONALLY TELEVISED SELF-ACTUALISATION! (and a six-digit book deal)
.......................TEAR.ALONG.THE.DOTTED.LINE.......................
Epopt of the Exploding Head of JFK Licensed to blaspheme the Gods!
My skull is bigger on the inside than the outside!
Send $1 to SubGenius Foundation, P.O. Box 140306, Dallas TX 75214
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From: bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar)
ricky@usenet.nerdc.ufl.edu (St. Ain-Soph) wrote:
>A lot of people need "mother's little helper" of one color or shape
>or another and they're still GOOD PEOPLE and we should LISTEN TO them
>and not dismiss them as "crazy." To paraphrase some long dead geek
>who never said any such thing, "Normal? What IS normal?" Most great
>people probably aren't becuase the NORM is the MIDDLE is the MEDIOCRE.
>It just might be that the people who climb up the ladder to success or
>infamy are ALL motivated by neurosis.
I was using the term "crazy" affectionately.
>And as for the "beauty and the glory" just read Mark Vonnegut's
>(Kurt Vonnegut's son) book called _The_ _Eden_ _Express_. It's
>his autobiographical story of the hippy dream turned into a
>psychosis. Scary.
Each one of us reacts to our chemicals differently. I have really long
highs punctuated by the rare, but very unpleasant, low.
>Sorry. The researchers decided that the bi-polar thingy ISN'T hereditary.
>Strange how I read about some great break-through in the understanding
>of the human brain and then a few years later comes the Roseannadanadan
>"never mind." The astronomers are the same way.
Sorry...my doctor disagrees with you. And not that it's any thing
other than pure observation, but so does my family's history.
>So what? Hell! If you're feeling down, talk to your family practitioner.
>They'll hand out Prozac or similar without batting an eye-lash. Try
>the stuff and if it makes you happy then *BINGO* that's what the
>problem is. But if it doesn't do anything, then it's not your serotonin.
>Maybe LIFE ACTUALLY DOES SUCK. I mean it's a possibility that THINGS
>REALLY ARE WORSE THAN THEY SEEM.
Actually I don't much care for Prozac. It raises my blood pressure,
and I don't really need it. I used to use Xanax for the days when I
was down, but they are so irregular and (now) infrequent, that I just
roll a fat one instead.
Actually I think people bitch a bit TOO much. Life is pretty good in
my case. I think that my chemistry is helpful. It lets me look deeper
into things than most people take the time to do. It allows me to be
less inhibited than most people are, and 95% of the time...I'm very
energetic and cheerful. I'm still a dreamer. I still have hope for
the future. I think living is a good thing, and the world is a rather
nice place to live in, overall. You just have to know where to look.
--
Reverend Mutha Tarla, Little Sisters of the Perpetually Juicy,
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From: mtownsend@interramp.com (Michael Townsend)
In article <3ppvtt$2mp@ionews.ionet.net>, bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar) wrote:
>: I still have hope for
>: the future. I think living is a good thing, and the world is a rather
>: nice place to live in, overall.
Ok, that proves it. We're all crazy.
--
>>>Dad's Crapulous Cassettexchange<<<
**Send a tape. Get a tape. It's that measly!**
Mail to: Dad's New Slacks - P.O. Box 4272 - Portland, Maine 04101-4272
::::or Will me for more email:::::
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From: bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar)
Well of course, if you catch me in about three weeks, I'll swear I
never wrote that, and I'll claim that I hate everything and everyone.
I reserve the right to be contradictory.
--
Reverend Mutha Tarla, Little Sisters of the Perpetually Juicy,
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NFrom: ac118@lafn.org (Matthew Carey)
They tell me I've got some weird mental disorder. I let them go on
believing that. The truth is, though, anyone who isn't totally
depressed, paranoid or sociopathic these days is probably crazy, or just
plain immoral.
--
Rev. Matthew A. Carey Rips \ on Vision Temple--Tarzana, CA
18653 Ventura Blvd., Suite #379 ]\[ "We are not an occult."
Tarzana, Calif. 91356 Rips \ off mnbvc
ac118@lafn.org ]\[
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From: i.stang@metronet.com (Rev. Ivan Stang)
(John Blackmer) wrote:
>
> Because the opinions of others don't make me crazy. The Con wants me to
> believe that it does, wants all 'subversive' types to believe this so we
> will crawl whimpering and snivelling to their feet saying "I'm not like
> other people, nobody likes me oh pleeeez help me fit in." And then we're
> supposed to pay THEM for the reprogramming sessions and mood-erasing drugs
> so we can live shallow, mediocre lives with no tears or joy, no passion,
> no Slack, only stress, gossip, worries, complaints, Monday Night
> Football, Tupperware Parties, all for the
> sake of "fitting in?" BY ALL THAT'S SACRED OR PROFANE, A THOUSAND TIMES NO!
>
*sniff*...What a moving rant. Fine spouting there sir.
I feel kinda abashed compared to the rest of you Official Declared
Lunatics because I haven't been diagnosed with anything yet. In fact, I
even have a piece of paper that says my brain is still okay. At first they
thought the headaches were an aneurism, then they took lots of
super-photos (I got to keep 'em!) and declared that the inside of my head
was "normal" (but for a mild abnormality of the Arnold Chiari duct!!,
which "doesn't count" (??)). Imagine the shame.
Luckily I can still claim to be a walking time-bomb. My maternal
great-grandfather was some sort of mysterious "crazy" Scottish preacher in
Houston, Texas named Rev. McNutt. He died young and my grandpa was adopted
by somebody else and NO ONE WOULD TALK ABOUT REV. MCNUTT, that's how crazy
he was, supposedly. My grandpa on that side was a brilliant architect,
graphic artist and mystery writer, but he had THE WORST, MOST VIOLENT
STUTTER IN THE UNIVERSE, and that made job interviews
rough...(Incidentally, his lifelong ambition was to write the greatest
anti-religion novel in the world. I have the ms. and it's just TOO
SERIOUS. He tried, but he did not know of "Bob." I am sitting at his old
desk RIGHT HIS MINUTE and have been for the last 25 years so the vibe has
been continuous. It may be the DESK that's doing all the dirty work and
our fucked up genes have nothing to do with it.)
Then there's my dad's second cousins and that line (markedly different
from my dad's line). Well-to-do Southern plantation owners in South
Carolina who all ended up blowing their own brains out after years of
alcoholism. The oldest and craziest one, the one who started that line,
was a U.S. senator for about 100 years, one of the original "Dixie
Demagogues," Senator "Cotton Ed" Smith. Yep, that mini-fuehrer was my
great grand great uncle or something like that. A perfect match for
Szukalski's perverted vision of the ultimate evil Yeti. He seriously tried
to have all black people sent back to Africa. But the cotton farmers loved
him...
In general, SubGeniuses are certainly almost all "crazy," but from my
experience hardly any of them seem REALLY CRAZY to me. Some SubGeniuses
CAN be both "crazy" from the Pink standpoint and also JUST PLAIN FUCKING
CRAZY. I've run into several about whom one couldn't say they were "Pink,"
but, neither could one call them "in any way bearable, even by other
SubGenii".
I run into plenty of SubGenii who seem very "SubGenius," very "sane," but
are actually KINDA DUMB. In fact REAL dumb. "Low res." Of course this is
from my Scribe-o-centric point of view, this "dumbness." I bet some of
these guys can fix a car and I sure as hell can't do much more than change
a tire. They can barely read and write in some cases but BY GOBBS, they've
managed to figure out a HELL of a lot more than many a degreed PINK.
Dumb, crazy, smart, sane... I say Rupture 'em all and let the Sex
Goddesses sort 'em out.
Rev. Stang
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From: i.stang@metronet.com (Rev. Ivan Stang)
mtownsend@interramp.com (Michael Townsend) wrote:
>
> Ok, that proves it. We're all crazy.
>
Yep. I've think we've finally gotten to the bottom of it.I knew this
thread was building to something important. Alt.slack (and all our lives)
was just another Xists computer program for answering the dumb question
about life, the universe and everything. One computer came up with 42,
this computer came up with, "We're all crazy."
I guess we can go home now, right?
Rev. Stang
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From: ljduchez@en.com (Lou Duchez)
In article <3qodk7$4fi@newsbf02.news.aol.com>,
sbjohnston@aol.com (SBJohnston) wrote:
> And then there's the problem of knowning how to be happy -- after folks
> have been depressed for years and years, they have closed a lot of the
> doors to happiness. In my own case, the doors are often closed, locked,
> barred with big, knarled oaken beams, and rigged with booby-traps.
Indeed, my experience with my mother is that she'll never be happy until
she gets a whiff of Slack in her life, with or without Prozac. She's a
Catholic with an abiding need to feel responsible and / or guilty. I do
what I can. She's depressed right now and worries that she "should" be
doing more with her life. I promised her that, if God has a problem with
what she's capable of, I'll beat the shit out of Him behind Pizza King.
She didn't like this, so I had to "rephrase" it, along the lines of "God
has to know you're doing your best".
What can I say. I've let her borrow "The Book of the SubGenius"; she
sees it as "satire", and enjoys the word-play, but that's about it.
Oh well, at least she doesn't tell me that "Bob" is sending me to Hell.
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From: laura@cougar.multiline.com.au (Terror Australis Clench)
bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar) wrote:
"Now, I've seen Stang admit that he's chemically imbalanced, and he
"mentioned that Janor is too...NENSLO hinted at it once or twice...and
"if Sterno ISN'T crazy, then he sure as hell OUGHTA be!
So what's wrong with chemical imbalances? I don't have one, but I know that
Rashauni does. She was literally driven into a psych ward by a hospital
playing games with her (she's not there now however). My trouble in the past
has been that I was too fucking sane!
So what about myself? Well, from all the evidence I've collected I suffered
from Temporal Lobe Epilepsy in my youth.
I was once sitting on the excremediation chamber (Oz for toilet is "dunny",
especially an outdoors one) when I had a vision of a burning jesus. He was
complete with crown of thorns and external bleeding heart. I found this
puzzling. I was brought up as a methodist (though I was dragged to Church of
Christ for 4 years) and I didn't understand why I should see a CATHOLIC Jesus!
Also, (as you know) a girl likes her privacy. Couldn't he wait until I was
through? So I told him to "PISS OFF" and he did.
I had other visions too. Just as interesting and enjoyable, once you knew what
they were. I painted a number of them. But as far as anyone else is concerned
-- so what? If I keep the noise down while I buzzsaw the remains ("She was
always the quiet type" they'll say on 11pm news) why should they care?
-Octobriana Oberwoman
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(o) TERROR AUSTRALIS CLENCH (o) P.O. Box 58 (o)
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From: bmyers@ionet.net (TarlaStar)
My Dobbs! You're not just channelling Catholics...you're channelling
MEXICAN Catholics...then painting about them. Are you Frida Kahlo
returned to us in time for X-day? You can tell US, we're all friends
here ...
>I had other visions too. Just as interesting and enjoyable, once you knew what
>they were. I painted a number of them. But as far as anyone else is concerned
>-- so what? If I keep the noise down while I buzzsaw the remains ("She was
>always the quiet type" they'll say on 11pm news) why should they care?
That's the ticket! I've said it before; they can try to supress us,
but as long as there's Black and Decker, Uberfemmes will not only
survive, but learn meat packing skills.
--
Reverend Mutha Tarla, Little Sisters of the Perpetually Juicy,
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