Do you all take me seriously? Too seriously? Not seriously enough? How
about the others? Modemac, when Nenslo posts a comment on something, how
seriously do you take him? Do you hang on his every word? Do you laugh at
those words? How about you, Clavister? When ICEKNIFE spouts out something
semilegible, do you think about its true meaning? Do you take the whole
thing as a joke? Dyna, when Lou writes about some new realization, do you
think that he really had that flash of insight, or do you think he's just
being funny? WHEN YOU READ REVELATION X, DO YOU LAUGH OR CRY?
THIS could be the whole fucking problem on here. Not that we take each
other too seriously, or not that we don't take each other seriously
enough, but that we aren't doing BOTH at the same time! You can't have
the Poop Dog without the Constipation Phage, and vice-versa! If I say
something, ANYTHING, and you think that I'm being serious, then you have
mortally insulted me, not to mention yourself. If you think that I'm
KIDDING, then you might as well say my existence isn't justified, and
kill us both at the same time. EVERYTHING on here has two sides to it,
and we need to see ALL FOUR at the same time!
Nenslo, I really hope you didn't miss the tongue-in-cheek way that I
said, "This is repetitive. Write something brilliant or I'm not sending
you a dollar." But it seemed like you were just replying to the serious
part of that! That worries me...I'm seeing a lot of people getting WAY
too serious on here...and I'm seeing just as many not being serious at
ALL! "Bob"dammit, we need that MIX! The JUXTAPOSITION of ALL the
dimensions is what lets OUR words be more than just ASCII! It lets them
JUMP OFF THE SCREEN and FORCE their Slack onto the people reading it, but
ONLY if they see the words in ALL the angles, including the ones that
AREN'T there! YOU CAN READ JUST AS MUCH *IF NOT >MORE<* INTO THE WORDS
THAT OTHERS WRITE THAN THEY PUT THERE! Why aren't we DOING that?!?
ICEKNIFE wrote pure gospel. If you don't believe that, then you're wrong.
And if you let ME tell you whether or not you're wrong, you're lost. But
it was only gospel when you took that EXTRA NANOSECOND to look at it in
BOTH ways simultaneously! You can't just say, "Oh, he's trying to be
funny...let me see what he said." or "Oh, he thinks he knows it all; what
did he write this time?" You've gotta CROSS your nostrils and STARE at it
with your footgland until it pops out like one of those (good; not the
ones you buy in the mall) 3-d stereograms! Until the MEANING^2 comes out
of it! It works that way with ALL the writing! It works best with gospel
and bulldada, but you can even find it in the back of a cereal box (if ya
missed that post, read it again...read it RIGHT)!
It's not a joke! It's ALL a joke! And it's all REAL! And if you're not
going to take the time to split your brain into enough parts to figure
that out when you're reading this group, then just KILL ME RIGHT NOW
because I don't want to be here when "we" degenerate again into a fucking
light-lavenderish-almost-but-no-it-couldn't-be-PINK-right-no-not-us
argument about people spamming or whether or not this person is worth our
time or gee please don't pick on me or whatever the FUCK has been
dragging us down! YES, I'm trying to do something about it, and YES I'm a
hypocrite for bitching about this when I am/was/willbe a part of it, but
at least I'm saying something NOW! And that is FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!
YOU ALL MAKE ME SICK, AND I'M GOING TO TRACK YOU DOWN AND RIP THE FUCKING
SPINE OUT OF YOUR HEADS!!! YOU SUCK! YOU'RE PINK! FUCK YOU NENSLO! FUCK
YOU ZOOGZ! FUCK YOU ICEKNIFE! FUCK YOU STANG! FUCK YOU TARLA! FUCK YOU
CLAVIS! FUCK YOU DYNA! FUCK YOU ZACHARY! FUCK YOU SPHINX! FUCK YOU LOU!
FUCK YOU PHILO! FUCK YOU AIN-SOPH! FUCK YOU BLACKMER! FUCK YOU CTHULHU!
FUCK YOU LOCNAR! FUCK YOU TESTA! FUCK YOU LESLUCID! FUCK YOU BTM! FUCK
YOU NICKIE! FUCK YOU MODEMAC! FUCK YOU ROLF! FUCK YOU OTHER POSTERS! AND
FUCK ME HARDER THAN THE REST! I'LL TAKE YOU ALL DOWN WITH ME IF IT'S THE
LAST THING I DO! ALL OF YOU! ALL OF YOUUU!!!!!
Reverend Pee Kitty
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Meow!
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Subject: Re: Whiney Whiney (Man You Know What Really Drives Me Crazy?)
From: testa@starbase.neosoft.com (Andrew J. Testa)
The entity known as Purple Kitty (pkitty@netcom.com) posted:
* Do you all take me seriously? Too seriously? Not seriously enough? How
[roll up the angst truck over there, boys.]
* FUCK ME HARDER THAN THE REST! I'LL TAKE YOU ALL DOWN WITH ME IF IT'S THE
* LAST THING I DO! ALL OF YOU! ALL OF YOUUU!!!!!
Last night I had a dream. I had almost forgotten it, but this rant
from Pee Kitty struck a chord, and it crystallized as my brain sang at
the resonant frequency of my brain-case.
I was walking down a gravel path, looking down to watch my footing,
when I heard a cough ahead of me. I looked into the low haze of fog
that surrounded the path, and made out the silhouette of a man seated
by the side of the road. I approached, and the figure spoke.
"Man has seen the end, and I helped bring him there. For that I must
remain on this road and you may not proceed farther."
"Why?" I asked. I slowed, trying to see the figure without stumbling.
"They fucked it up. They had it all, and I was proud of how far they'd
come. But I underestimated them. They gambled and lost."
I stopped, and tried to imaging what the figure meant.
"But, we're trying so hard. More and more people are aware of the
Earth's needs and..."
"FUCK the Earth!" The figure shouted and leapt to it's feet. I could
hear it breathing hard as it advanced on me. I recognized the face as
the mists lifted. It was Dancing Bear, a figure who had never spoken
before. I was terrified.
"The Earth doesn't need you! It never has! For christ's sake, if
the Earth had any need of you I would have been a regular on The Victory
Garden, spewing vegetarian propaganda. No, the Earth will survive
with or without you.
"It's the little things, THEY are why I'm here. For years, YOU watched
me cavorting with that damn rabbit, and you laughed when the ping-pong
balls fell from the roof. I was a clown for you, a huge toy who loved
you and made you laugh. You have no idea what I went through for you.
Did you know that Keeghan guy smelled like a back alley to a whore house?
I shielded you from it. I lied for your happiness. I hid the news that
Mr. Green Jeans did time for weapons violations and pleaded out of an
assault and indecency charge. I kept the cameras off the bimbos that
the "captain" stashed behind the set, and the bottles stuffed into
Grandfather Clock."
The huge bear turned his back on me, and I could hear him sobbing.
"But, Dancing Bear, you succeeded! I always loved the Captain, AND
you. I never.."
"Cut the shit, will ya? It doesn't matter. It was wasted. People still
love Buffalo Bob, don't they? They knew all about HIS activities. All
about that Princess Winterspring Summerfall, or whatever the hell her
act was called, fucking everyone in the cast at parties at Bob's house.
They STILL ate it up." He sat down again, his huge head staring into
the mists beyond me.
"I, I don't know what to say" I sat next to him, and tossed pebbles
off the trail. "Should I have been more innocent? More trusting? What
did you expect of us?"
"Nothing. What do YOU expect, a moral? A lesson? Fuck you. I'm
not doing that shit anymore. No more ping-pong balls. No more second
fiddle to a fat old man pretending to like kids. No more. No more Mr.
Nice Bear."
With that, the figure stood and, without another glance at me, began
walking down the path, in the direction from where I had come. I called
after him.
"Wait! What about your warning! What's down this path!"
"Fuck you," came his distant reply. "Do what you want. I'm not doing
this lame script anymore. This is your dream, you wrote it, now choke
on it. I quit." The ghostly outline of the bear faded into the mists
as I stood there, shaken by this abuse from such a powerful and beloved
figure from my past. I turned and, without looking back, proceeded on
my way.
--
/ Xenu stole my lunch money \
/ Andy Testa (KoX) I'm OT! I could KILL you with \
\ testa@hou.moc.com a thought! BWAAAHHAAAAHAAAAAA! /
\ Contributing to the downfall of Scientology since 1995. /
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Subject: Re: Whiney Whiney (Man You Know What Really Drives Me Crazy?)
From: dynasor@infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
On Wed. May 17, 1995, will@tejon.gps.caltech.ed told All:
wgce> Bravo. Now that you have all been fucked, and we all know that we
> are fucked, perhaps we should get back to the bigger issues, like
> the hair surrounding a persons anus. What good is it for?
Ass hair.
HEUGH
Good god, y'all.
What is it good for?
Absolutely NOTHIN'!
Say it again.
--
dynasor@infi.net The Doctor is on.
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