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holly day part two




wow. can holly and her friends cook? yes.

please. stop it. you're spoiling the net. i can't stop laughing. your cilling
me with your phad signature. maybe someone can help me read up on this recent
stuff. it's easy to believe the intentional stupidity of those one knows to be
intentionally stupid. that stuff's not so funny. it's the ones who don't know
who slay me the most. now -that- is art, buddy. i try to disguise my awareness
of my own stupidity, but damn if i can hold a candle to some of you. fucking
brilliant.

but seriously folks, aphrodite's girdle, a more lush production one could not
for which to ask. technically a masterpiece, a "story" of four or five young
lovers loving as one. the choice of settings added to the sense of exotic
locales. mysteriously brief dialogues, the scenes spoke for themselves?
arguably the work of a mature director.

jive, and many other arty filters, generators, mergers, and mappers, available
from an url -referenced- near the bottom of christa's home page. share the
wealth, man, share the wealth. don't take the brown acid, either. anyway, it's
lenin one could be reading to see inside. trotsky just spent all his time
hanging out with deviants like frida khalo and sell-outs like diego rivera.
yes, sell-outs. one hoping for problems apparently doesn't have to look to
far. gabber, grebo, it's all frat boy punchin irritated at the way another
dances. one is convinced one represents the light one cannot see, give
directions down dark paths, which is every step.

i would like to meet this kevin wetter feller. sounds like he's likely
responsible for a lot of my favorite transgressions. anyway, apparently
"we" heard some dj signups the other day. some dude breakin bad with lotsa
insane garage rock. "personally", i loved it. others in the car ask, what
the heck is that? i love them, too. they questioned whether his accent was
authentic. pork pork. would that one could be ether, not just ethereal.
but then, listening to a lotta 4ad convinces one of subtle distinctions
attainable. me, i gotta get back on the treadmill, lose that gut. i haven't
been in there in quite a long time, too many people purposefully going.
run forrest run. Hope the place is still as cool as ever.

so, i met "him" this weekend for the first time. and now i believe even more
so that "you" are xenophopic, just wanting to appear to win some debates
aesthetic and otherwise. and just like i'd speak for ruby, i'd speak for
him, that being called whatever is all in the reading, no exemptions for
names of origins, and you gave plenty of reading material. so maybe there's
something to be read from that about the reader, but the writer made less
seductive texts about right. well, lemme tell ya, she laughed at plenty of
fart jokes watching that movie this weekend. me, it wasn't runny dumpies
that makes me laugh at jimmy z. and i always fairly well loathed three
stooges and even jerry lewis, pardon my french. so readings of comfort,
idunno what that says about the reader. now, attack me for planning and
you'll have a policy.

bob boster, the only innocent man i know. well, that's what he says and
i'm sure he can speak for himself.

if one sends mail to jettison@merlin.nando.net, it probably won't get
there, seeing's how nando isn't willing. but if you had, it might have
gotten to some other bassist who's been working for the man for nearly
as long as i've known him, which has been considerable. bo, there's a
phone number you need.

please disregard stupid previous message. do not react to it! if anyone knows
how to superfluous cancel messages, please let me know. why, it's probably no
better to live now as any other time. if you could give me bunch of dazzling
special effects of objects interesting to me, i'd be happy in the sense you
know i can't. raleigh industrial, chapelhill techno, it's all, you know,
derivative is the saw, ross. keeping the lubrication flowing, by law, ski,
claim one's apparent origin, some say move on, we only live in the colonies,
didn't make them.

well, if your intentions are faux, why da hell do you expect to hear what
i'm trying to say. anyway, like he was saying, i only rarely, except when
enforcing stupidity, say we, not because i don't believe there's anything
but we, for i certainly, derivative of you, and not speaking for me, just
you, but i only rarely say we coz that, like saying it means false implies
truth, but that "we" implies consensus. the power for which will seems good.
just one word. "we" can't say anything. isn't that great!

no, i say, hesaid shesaid. i don't believe we agree. coz i don't believe
in fact based tidbits, dominating forms of expression, rules of discourse
(well, least not -your- writing of them), much less should-be or not
continuances. why, i've just seen more of draxx than i ever have before.
it takes no talent to fake up some head hurts, mind siren, which is why no
one has any talent. for which you might be thankful. talent sure would muck
things up even worse.

to get in touch with the band that is becoming, contact express-o-self in
durham. is anyone is interested in getting their music cheap and conveniently,
then i'm an independent representative for a network marketing company called
duple city space.

while you were singing that song, lisa simpson kissed her first kiss,
amidst a crisis of her own, and one of another's. so, this is the
product in which one believes, the subtlety of distinctions, overt,
dog eat dog, covert? methinks one is drinking oneself, speaking
less, for others. the time i most felt you, you were speaking for me.
she gets tired doing it herself. anyway, when one concentrates on that
science stuff, one breaks up the band. so anyway, did milo come back
from college? i'm amused.

i "need" your opinions. options "needed". come visit "me." what's the
best movie about the worst guitarist.

a couple of guys stood around holly's trying to invoke his spirit from
the ether. todd morman, they chanted, over and over, for hours.

what's the fuss over mars attacks? harmless as any other, which in the great
holly would scheme of things, is plenty. aesthetically, funny in its own
unimportant context. sorry for the oxymoron. everything is.

3.2.3

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