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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Tue, Jul 9, 2002 11:50 AM

Come on, whip 'em out! I wanna get this stuff onto SubSITE fast for all
the news group illiterates, which is apparently most SubGenii, and I
don't want to have to do it in two shifts, ya slacked-out
Brushwood-going bastids!

WRITE! WRITE!

POST THOSE PIC-TOORS!

WRITE! BRAG! LIE! SLANDER! FANTASIZE!

--
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Resurrected (Rev. Ivan Stang, prop.)
P.O. Box 181417, Cleveland, OH 44118 (fax 216-320-9528)
A subsidiary of:
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For SubGenius Biz & Orders: call toll free to 1-888-669-2323
or email: jesus@subgenius.com
PRABOB

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From: "Rev. Magdalen" <magdalen@subgenius.com>

"Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com> wrote in message
news:090720021150495640%stang@subgenius.com...
> Come on, whip 'em out! I wanna get this stuff onto SubSITE fast for all
> the news group illiterates, which is apparently most SubGenii, and I
> don't want to have to do it in two shifts, ya slacked-out
> Brushwood-going bastids!
>
> WRITE! WRITE!
>
> POST THOSE PIC-TOORS!
>
> WRITE! BRAG! LIE! SLANDER! FANTASIZE!

Hey, we're working as hard as we can! Man, this is just like being back at
Dobbstown under the whip of the Deros as they cried "Pack those memberships
FASTER, slave children!!"

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From: fossil_1984@hotmail.com (The Rev. Dr. Chaos Israel)

"Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com> wrote in message news:<090720021150495640%stang@subgenius.com>...
> Come on, whip 'em out! I wanna get this stuff onto SubSITE fast for all
> the news group illiterates, which is apparently most SubGenii, and I
> don't want to have to do it in two shifts, ya slacked-out
> Brushwood-going bastids!
>
> WRITE! WRITE!
>

Kay.
ASS-U-ME-ing:
1)You give a damn about the rest of the continent.
2)Your newsreader still scrolls too fast.
3)You think this is worthy of archival.

HERE GOES:
[REPOST]
From: fossil_1984@hotmail.com (The Rev. Dr. Chaos Israel)
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Subject: Nonfiction, 7-5-02.
Date: 5 Jul 2002 07:00:00 -0700
Organization: The Tactical Buddha Institute.

4AM Local:

*cough*
Stink and haze of last night's detonator check, still.

I stumble out of Shari's (A Denny's clone, sorta.) to bruise-blue in
the East, hoping most of y'all are following Huey's lead this year,
and spending 0700 EDT lounging about in the pool.
Me? Well the trip down 19th street makes for a serendipitous set of
"Stations of the Pipe". Listen:
--Park Rose, where my mother & grandmother both ended up spending the
last months of their lives.
--Henry Foss High School (Class of '84, and that's why it's
"fossil_1984")
--Snake Lake Nature Center, "Henry Foss Freshman Swimming Pool", and
the scene of several bouts of live-action Squad Leader. Walkie-talkies
and Nerf guns; this was way before paintball was all the rage.
--Cheney Stadium's still lit up like like the top of the 7th at this
ungodly hour. Groundskeepers, or someone sneaking in for a "build it &
they will come" fantasy, I dunno.
--Hwy 16, approach to the Narrows Bridge. I remember when the Kitsap
Peninsula was still the last refuge of Cthulhu cultists & brother
Sasquatch, before the yuppies went rural.
--A plain white semi with no markings save a mysterious 6-digit number
nearly runs me down. Prob'ly just a postal truck. Yeah, right.
--On the left, Fircrest: yuppies that act like old money because
they're still "in town". On the right China Lake, the other bit of
wilderness hereabouts. Old growth conifers & creepy ground fog across
the 4 blocks or so of prairie.
--TACID, A social service center for the diabled, and the only place
mom could get work once the diabetes got to her legs & feet.
--TCC; scene of both of my failed attemps at higher edumacation.

And 0500, another strip mall, and salvation for my last two hours on
earth: COFFEE. As Chicago & Denver bug out for Tau Ceti, and a
fingernail moon heralds the last sunrise, lighting Mt. Rainier (still
intact?) like a Maxfield Parrish CGI stunt, I duck into the 24-hour
printers and log in.

Six-forty-five. Good morning--for the last time. "I have to say it
now, it's been a good life, all in all. It's really fine to have the
chance to hang around."

Hm.
New Heaven, New Earth. Time for a key change, I suppose.

How about Lord Buckley:
"Straighten me, Nazz, I'm re

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