Well, yes I may be qualified to be World Overlord but I'M the
only one who should really be saying that. But anyhoo despite what that
poop-hatted man, and I mean that only in the most respectful fucking way,
says too you poor schmucklets and suckerinos, YOU ARE TOO GOD DAMN LATE.
I do still have PUH-LENTY of those dandy tracts and certificates
of completion and all that, but ALL OF THE MASTER CONTROL BACK ISSUES ARE
PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED. Go ahead and send a dollar, but you will just
HAVE TO WAIT until I get Realisation 95 thrown together, and what with
all I have to do here JUST TO KEEP THE WORLD FROM BUSTING APART AT THE
SEAMS it is going to be at least a month. The most I can do right now is
put together a postcard telling my realmail fans why they are going to
have to wait a while, and the cost of that alone will utterly negate any
hope of breaking even on sending anything to any of them, so I'M IN NO
RUSH. Not that I can't afford it, but you'll find that I can move a
darnsight faster for, say, fifty bucks than I can for one. And somebody
reading this KNOWS THAT BY DIRECT EXPERIENCE. *wink*
What with one thing and another, including more fun medical
adventures, Mighty Nenslo is taking it easier for a few weeks until this
nasty sinus condition eases up, and I just DAMN WELL FEEL THE JUICES, not
the continuous mucus flow down the back of my throat but the CREATIVE
JUICES bubblin up again. So do what thou wilt, folks. Nenslo gets slack
too.
And "Blob" love every darn one of you who's out there mailing me
dollars and praising me to the high heavens, but remember, if you aren't
your own personal savior DON'T COUNT TOO MUCH ON ME, much less somebody
else's damn savior that you can't even tell if it's real or not. Like
Emp. Norton III was saying to me the other night, the reason everybody
freaks out when their favorite damn pop singer blows its brains out is
because they've invested so much of their personalities and thoughts in
that mere human idol of millions that it's THEM that dies and they're
left still alive with a huge chunk of themselves spread over the wall in
another city. Big blank spot left in their lives. Damn you all, worship
me, yes, or anyone else you like, but save your love and secret heart for
yourselves. Don't get left half-alive, looking for another whale to
attach your sucker to.
Get me?
Nen,
Chief of Sinners
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-Copyright NENSLO KDV 1995- VERBUM SAPIENTI SATIS EST
Send One Dollar to box 86582 Portland OR 97286
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" Tomorrow I start exploiting the workers."
Nenslo
Nenslo wasn't kidding, folks. A couple of days after that was posted, he wrote me cussing me out for sending him only the dollar HE ASKED FOR and for paying any of the less involved co-artists AT ALL, saying all the REVELATION X fortune should have been split between him, Vreedeez, Philo and me. He was gonna cut out Howll, you, everybody else. THIS FOOL WAS THINKING WE SHOULD CUT G. GORDON GORDON OUT OF THE ROYALTIES!!! That's like some Mafia underling going around saying the TOUGHEST MEANEST MOST LOYAL EXECUTIONER in the mob should be ratted on. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE CONSPIRACY DOESN'T PAY A GREAT MIND TO SIT AROUND BEING GREAT. So send one dollar to Nenslo (PO box 86582, Portland OR 97286). I did.
Rev. Stang
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