ATTENTION: Important Rocket Launch Information Enclosed
All those who may hear the Voice of the Sand,
You can saddle along with the Einsteinium Swamp Radio posse any time you get the hankerin' for some beans 'n bacon. All guns and accelerators are checked at the quantum sheriff's station. The only conspiracy HE (the e=mc2 dude) ever talks about to me is that historical Neals Bohr match... The Osmos of the Cosmos.
But... this thing... kind of like the hippies of the late 60s. The radical left wants to march on Washington - while the long haired flower kids don't even want to know Washington exists. Well... maybe it is a bit like that meeting of the supersubminds -
Einstein vs. Bohr...
the Constant vs. the Expansion...
the Wave vs. the Particle...
the Grand Unified Force vs. Super String Theory Bambi vs. Godzilla
THE VOICE OF THE SAND vs. THE SOUND OF THE SOD
I SAY ENUF...
WHO JOINS ME IN THE TRUE FIGHT?
WHO STANDS WITH THE ROCKETBOYS?
WHO DARES STARE INTO THE ROCKET BUTT?
WHO AMONG US HAS THE INTENT TO ...
Work with my hands - In a space born free Live in the white house in Traquility base What I take, I give to fly in me
The rocket is awareness and through my eyes it sees and knows that Sleeping beauties are a frame of mind, or so it seems And so I walk, walk, walk into the light and I... I... I... I... I... I... I...
I WORK WITH MY HANDS --- I WORK WITH MY HANDS Building castles made of SAND.
Who will walk with me - hand in hand,
Slowly emerse into solid rocket-land?
Getting Off is going to take some heavy collaboration. The only ones of us who will truly make it are those of us who are willing to say - from deep within one's will and intent - with all of the focus one can muster - - - "It won't fail because of ME!".
Shit... it's not ....... drop out - turn on - tune in it's........ climb in - shut the hatch - light the fuse
AND... once you do climb on the relativity train... viewing this ol' space ship from outside of the protective shell... all this bickering over the Earth and it's inhabitants - - - seems like "the squables of mites on a plum".
Just who 'll the Xs take with them? Dead weight cry babies whining about their empty milk bottle...???
Nay I say... They're gonna' look around for any of us who might be trainable in the colonization programs. Scientists and Rocketboys and Rocketgirls. DO YOU REALLY THINK THEY WANT TO TRANSPLANT THE MITES FROM ONE PLUM TO ANOTHER?
I say... High Ho - All Systems - Let's Let Go
You can lead a SubGenius to the rockets --- But you can't make 'em climb on board.
Praise Sagan
Praise Einstein
Praise Bob
Luv & Rockets
Chas
ps. ATTENTION::::
all Rocketboys & Rocketgirls... and any of you sheeple who have been trying to figure out just what the fuck it is I'm babbling about... ... ... .. ... ... ... ... ... ...
----------THERE WILL BE YET ANOTHER (the 3rd this year) SACRED LAUNCHING OF THE SACRED HIGH POWER TEST ROCKETS AT BRUSHWOOD --- NEXT WEEKEND ON SUNDAY, MAY 16. Michele Hendrix and I will be arriving for launch preparations
on Saturday the 15th in the afternoon... then a night of breathing mass quantities of Church Air, some serious banging on the drums of war around the fire, maybe a night launch just for kicks... then plan a mid-day LAUNCH of ALL sizes rockets & motorson Sunday. Turn off your damned computer and TV and start driving. We'll see you at the launchpad.
Oh yeah... this ain't just fun and games... it's a friekin' Church Sacrament ---with TEN Dobbs inspired commandments to go along with it. If you don't know the commandments &/or have never shared in this sacrament... THEN GET OFF YOUR ASS (the 1st rule of SubG magic). If you have not partaken of this sacrament yet this year - then you are living in sin, and a backslider to boot.
pss. Frank at Brushwood cranked up the hottub for me last Tuesday when I was there for the 2nd sacred launching. Ahhhhh... after a hard day at the launchpads... just the ticket.
Bobstein rocket commandment number 11... THOU SHALT KEEP THE ROCKET DAY SACRED
THOU SHALT KEEP THE ROCKET DAY SACRED
THOU SHALT KEEP THE ROCKET DAY SACRED
THOU SHALT KEEP THE ROCKET DAY SACRED
THOU SHALT KEEP THE ROCKET DAY SACRED
THOU SHALT KEEP THE ROCKET DAY SACRED
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From: sylabub@concentric.net
Subject: REMOVE THIS EMAIL ADDRESS FROM YOUR MASS MAILINGS
Date: Sunday, May 09, 1999 10:38AM
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Monsterwax@aol.com wrote:
>So now the great Friday takes sides as well. Boy, you sure learn who your friends are in this church QUICK once the chips are down. Doesn't it
bother
>you that you might be HELPING the very SOBs who torpedoed you little
devival?
>I thought you lost a lot of money. Or did you have something going on the side? (Maybe a little kick back from City Hall perhaps?)
>This conspiracy thing is starting to grow a LOT of tentacles! Lillith
calls
>NPR as "Joe from Tallahassee", Legume posts Alt.Slack with his "insider knowledge" that it actually was PAPA "Joe from Tallahassee". Someone else
in
>Florida (maybe the editor to Head Lines) calls Ken Reeves and tells him
the
>NPR call was on the money (or am I getting blamed for THAT call too?).
Friday
>makes anonymous calls to Middle East and First Baptist Church to get the
show
>cancelled and KEEP it cancelled, all so I look like the big bad culprit.
That
>would explain why your number was always busy- you were probably on hold
with
>the Mayor's Office. And I suppose orchestrating this sordid little affair
was
>Stang himself. (Certainly it never would have happened without his
blessing.)
>What did he promise you Friday? What did he offer you to sell out a fellow Holocaustal? Was it sex? Was it money? Was it money for Sex? Whatever it
was,
>you probably didn't even BLINK before nodding your head. So much for your loyalty.
>Well, I hope it was worth it. I'd hate to sell my reputation for any
price,
>let alone for cheap. But don't be surprised is Stang reneges on your deal.
He
>has a history of making all sorts of promises to his older preachers, then using newer preachers to break those promises for him. You could call him
a
>God-damn renigger.
>You two are MADE for each other Friday. And I hope you spawn together! The combination would really be something. Stang's DECEPTION and your "I'm so Innocent" looks. It would be one hellofa Omen Child.
>I'd ask if anyone would DARE stand up for poor Papa Joe, but why bother?
If
>there were any TRUE yeti, you would have step forward on your own by now.
>Pathetic. But at least I know the score. With friends like "Bob", who
needs
>the Conspiracy?
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