From: PaterNostril <mr.pater.nostril@gmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Wed, Jul 8, 2009 6:51 AM
Xday 12 has passed and a quiet pall has settled over
the grounds at
Brushwood. Not even a field full of pagans can hold
muster to the
gathering of SubGenii each year. I sought slack in the
form of
companionship with seldom seen friends and was rewarded
many times
over.
Others have already told of the event's highlights,
the great food of
Revs John & Jim; The Dharma Initiative's beer fest
(thanks Chris Li!),
The Sonic Attack of all the bands and the compelling
yet disturbing
movie and music of The Amino Acids. I enjoyed the precision
of Sifu,
the incomparable beauty of Sister Decadence, the "real"
righteous
anger of Doc Frop, and no mathematical formula can even
come close to
explaining or describing BIOU's effect on her area.
Sexmortis'
parenting skills were a wonder to behold; Princess Buzzkil
has a
bright future. Pantiara created my Bobbie(TM) Award,
an appropriate
poison warning label. I really liked her crucified doll
too. Despite
my reputation for tainted pastries, my doughnuts for
"BOB" were
consumed by many, and depending on how many you ate
the effects should
be fairly subtle, but be sure to report in the changes
that occur. I
finally got to attend the pancake breakfast and that
was fantastic as
well. Thanks to Chris Mock's antioxidant laden fruit
juice the memory
of my last meal in Fropistan was lost to me, however
because I was
graced with the uncooked pork loins of Sifu & BIOU
I was able to
recreate most of the conditions of that last meal, last
night. It was
sublime! The meat was so sweet and tender that it was
absorbed by the
body like a DMT flash.
Mystery solved!
As soon as I run them though the Photoshop hyper reality
plugin I will
post my pictures to Alt.binaries.slack
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Subject: Re: Tarchesio's Tale of the Lost Loin
From: "Rev. Back It On Up 13" <evielust@aol.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Wed, Jul 8, 2009 11:39 AM
Message-ID: <d5c21a40-6518-4ccc-a645-fb7fe0a9ac4c@t33g2000yqe.googlegroups.com>
On Jul 8, 11:09 am, "Rev. Ivan Stang" <st...@subgenius.com>
wrote:
>
> I agree with this post.
>
> Because I had to stay by the stage all Friday and
Saturday night I
> would have missed all the tender loin-sucking,
but, Hail Connie, the
> Sifood samples were delivered to me "to go"
and Wei and I managed to
> bolt down some wonderfully treated meat and lasagna
while Fat Free was
> playing. Or while something was happening. The
taste of the food was
> so great that it has blocked out all other memories
of that time
> period.- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -
I'm glad you guys liked it. That food was heavily laced
with my
LOVE. How'd you like the taste of my LOVE, suckas???
Actually, the lasagnas were tainted with the taste of
my anger. I had
to put them together the night before we left for x-day,
when we had
100's of other things to do. At one point, I shook
my fist at the sky
and said "curse these lasagnas!" but in my
house, the sky is just the
bottom of our landlady's apartment, so I was shaking
my fist at a 95
year old Italian lady's feet. That's why they came
out so good. Old
Italian Lady Feet Blessings.