Subject: so sleepy... From: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) Date: 7 Jul 1995 11:37:43 -0400 (wrote this yesterday, never sent it off but here it is) my gosh. this is such a strange time for me. oh, aol or my other account. i don't care. if i don't get the other back, well i'll be able to by the time i get back. anyway my gosh, my whole life is changing again and i swear i can't take it. i was so tired today. how tired? so tired that i fell asleep during 'judge jo' i mean 'judge dread' i took leo to see it. and still had to hear the power ranger's theme song which is exactly like this wild wild west song. never mind. well folks. man, ron dufresne wrote to me today to tell me how much everyone hates me and assured me that far more people hated me than loved me. well solid sacks of misery like himself. i mean it's so funny. the bottom line is that they don't have to read my messages. i don't care if they pay for their services or not. and of all the shit on the personal's group to complain about, they pick me. funny. but gee, i'd be worth every dime to hear what ron has to say about life beyond the petty bitching he does. like a five year old. at least little kids are funny. anyway, only two more nights in my beautiful bed and then i'm hitting the road to go have sex with men all over america. i'm going to have sex with bus drivers and janitors. you bet. cause you know what a whore i am. oh. well. i do love adam. i know how unhealthy and sick it is but he needs me right now. hello little honey adam duritz who descended from philadelphians who were from russia. anyway, i'm leaving a day early even though i have no idea what to take. i am really basic in the clothes dept. but i have pretty fun clothes. oh, i'm so tired. i'm sorry i'm boring you. i know i'm spent but i wish i could be with adam right now and since i'm in a delusion, i might as well pretend that i'd be glad to know that he had a dame or whatever he needed to get him through recording this album. but i know somewhere inside of him, he knows he is the real business. despite the arseholes. he really is. and i love him. and someday i'm gonna make him my wife. oh i just wish i could be there smiling at him all the time in such a way that he just knows everything is going to be fine. he will produce a beautiful album that will make us true fans love him even more. god help me. but here i am adam darling smile smile smile here i am poking you in the ribs, making you stop and take a deep breath instead of burning brain cells worrying about every tiny little thing. gosh, just think about me running my fingers through your dreadlocks and going 'come on, smile for jojo' as i wiggle around on your lap. and you'll turn away so determined to pout. so i'll just have to crawl all over you and at first you'll be mad but then you'll remember it's *jo* and just go with it. i know he doesn't do so good at just going with certain things. i think he used to, though. but now he's in this reality warp, at the top of the heap where everything seems so much more intense. like every step he takes could be his last or something. and he walks the edge like jojo but man, if he wigs and looks down...and i am like a cartoon floating around asking him why he doesn't just try flying for a little while oh gosh. i am such a sex kitten today. i'm trying to keep myself in line here. but i toss and turn all night and i swear just the blanket touching me hey, i am used shit. i can't stand wearing pajamas. and i need really soft sheets. well, i'll just drink alot and i'll fall asleep clonk. but i'll have to wear jammies. i hate that. you can move around right in them. yuck oh, i wish you knew the people i was going to see. they are all really cool. it will be really easy to be with them hey, don't try and fool me you all want sex. so do i, you know? but i just never can do it because i close my eyes and adam's there. oh cry jojo. cry and say goodbye for now. no. okay. but not goodbye. not at all. but i have to hit the old highway. i got to be rambling, riding busses across the country making journalistic history, kinda. and yeah, i'm mad at adam but i'm not. i'm not totally spent. oh god i really am so excited but i can't even believe i'm leaving. i can't. i have no idea where i'm going or who i'm going to stay with. ah ha ha. i love this life. oh, thank you god for being so funny. anyway, well everyone i'm going to see except one man who hates me but won't admit it, is really excited about seeing me and tells their crazy friends about me. dirty whore. man, wait till they see me. oh, there's a new picture on my web page. i look like i'm about ten. the photo isn't clear, and i'm wearing like a white turtle neck kinda sweater. my hair is long and straight. someone asked how old i was in it. i said 'that is me now' i look younger than i did when i was 21. funny. oh gosh, innocent face, full round breasts with locks of red hair laying on them. hey, my friend albert french has a book out called 'billy' go get it. he is so cool. he never wanted to be a writer. so funny. anyway, my life is going to change. but dear god, i need a change to get out of here for awhile. where no one knows me. my gosh. at least i have that luxury. but i love people recognizing and talking to me. but mostly they stare. but i so love to talk to people. anyway, well. gosh. so i'm on a roll. the publisher of my paper loves me now and talked to a bunch of other publishers who think this is the ticket. this is. and everywhere adam goes, he'll have to read about me. anyway, i can't wait till i'm a comedian. and i'm going to be a movie star and then a rock star and when i'm old, write poetry about how i couldn't find sex in 40 years if it takes 40 years... adam will love me. i mean for real in person right here kisses on the small of my back. see, i don't even *need* to believe that anymore. at first, i did. just cause i was still having seizures from the aftershocks of bob. but now men from around the world love me and i think i am so wretched always making men jokes. see, i always knew that you men knew how flucked you were. that's why they say 'save the women and children first' cause they know they suck and deserve to die. i'm only kidding. kinda. but men are awfully fond of dying, huh? that's cause they have a penis. i know it's related somehow. well cause they empty themselves in the sex act. women are filled. but men sure do want to empty themselves into all kinds of shit, huh? hey. nothing. i'm too tired. i am. but i need a good long contemplative post. and i can't do it. it's aol i swear. but it's all i can do right now but thanks for the advice on other servers. lexie, i started writing to you, oh, i answered every piece of mail i got and clicked on 'send later' and it disappeared. is all gone. activated flash session, no outgoing mail. lovely. i guess i'm doing something wrong but still. anyway lexie honey, he's gone. he is just a child of a man is all. but some never change, you know? i want to offer you hope that you two will finally be together and that he'll be cool. but more than that, i just want you to remember that well you get what you settle for. and you deserve someone who has gotten over the fact that he has to clean his room, you need a real man. with a big heart you little angel. so i just hope you realize what you deserve you men too. if you have a girlfriend, well no, see we have to constantly give you shit because you guys don't know how to act and you know it. you constantly screw up and we still love you so be nice. but all men are like the rain king. bulls in the china shops of a woman's heart... oh i wish i had something deeeep to say tonight. i'm just tired. i have to do a little shopping and pack. but i got soo much money now. i'll be able to save my rent and security deposit and won't have to worry about being homeless. and i feel like i have a future. oh god, all cause of the net. but man, to be a writer during an absolutely new literary era? the internet, man.... ah ah ah, i will make history. funny. i never even cared. i mean people would say i couldn't talk about toaster strudles in my fiction cause in ten years no one would know what it meant. but i don't care about ten years from now and i'm sure i won't care what happens after i die. i just want my son to have a lot of money because it is freedom. sorry i'm so boring tonight. i'm just tired. and i feel like, well on one hand, that i'm leaving adam. which is silly but you have to love me. but on the other hand, i know there is no where i can go that he won't be with me so there. oh, i'll finish this in the morning. i'm just so tired tonight. i guess i'm scared. but only of what i may found out about myself. i mean what if i really, well, can't be with anyone else oh that's silly. but that's how i feel. and compared to what you crazy whore. hey kathy jo, i love you and you are excellent so don't worry about what adam thinks. if he is cool he will love you. gosh i just keep sitting here with nothing to say. i need to lay down. it's only 9 but i haven't been going to sleep till late with my little angel leo here. goodnight jojo ------------------- Headers -------------------- Path: newsbf01.news.aol.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) Newsgroups: alt.journalism.gonzo,alt.music.counting-crows,alt.fan.dirty-whores Subject: so sleepy... Date: 7 Jul 1995 11:37:43 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 241 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <3tjkc7$o9d@newsbf02.news.aol.com> References: <0jxTzRW00iVD44TV4K@andrew.cmu.edu> Reply-To: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com Xref: newsbf01.news.aol.com alt.fan.dirty-whores:2855 alt.music.counting-crows:2794 alt.journalism.gonzo:2565 -------------------------------------------------------------- Subject: one day till blast off From: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) Date: 7 Jul 1995 11:37:45 -0400 not one person asked me why i used the name alistria. i think it is a magic name. Alistria. i saw it written across a filthy truck and i just know a man wrote it who was in love with her and he dotted the "i"s with stars. and i fell in love with him and wanted to be just like her. and write beneath it, some jaggoff wrote 'sucks' so see, some people just can't stand to see anything good. gotta suck all over it. like people who don't like my honey adam. oh, i love him. i do. hey, i do not use him as a safety net. you guys who think that are crazy. i've never had a safety net. no matter how high i dream damn it. i know how i feel. i know he's a big bad celebrity. it doesn't matter. you really think i'm no different than some the kind of dame to fall in love with McGyver or some shit? nonono adam has the potential for me to love him. you people, i see a lot of men and am never attracted them. it is so rare that lightening strikes. i'm not kidding. i see men who i think are cute but they are not as gifted or fun. he just seems like sooo much fun. and like, well i think he could really appreciate my brain. but no matter. i am heading out on my first all-grown-up jo reporter trip. and i could cry. but i'll be on an adventure and i love that. and i can't wait to meet everyone and tell you my stories. i told everyone i'm visiting that i talk soo much. just to make sure they knew. oh, here's an itinerary. 7-8 through 7-11 or 12, rochester then through to the 14th or 15 in the catskills then through the 19th, new york city the through to the 24th in and around boston and new haven up through the 1st or 2nd in nova scotia up through the 6th in amherst and back home. this is wildy tentative cause i don't know how long it's going to take me to get anywhere or what will happen so i don't know. but tomorow at11:38 i roll out of pittsburgh. cry cause i'm really just a child and will miss my honey madge and leo and my work and computer and my yard. and then finally put the counting crows in my headphones again. and i just hope it all goes well. i hope no one tries to kill my wretchedness. it's just that "nice guys" are so nice, like ron dufresne, sooo f*cking nice until they find out you're not going to be as nice to them as they think you should be and suck their dikes and then they turn on you and want to kill you and hate you. i'm funny. i do think about one of these people building a cell in the basement to cage me up and they'll watch me with video cameras and make me watch soap operas. you just never know. i mean the craziest people are the ones that know to act normal so they can get away with the shit they do. imagine how a man would smile at you as he thought about raping and killing you. imagine how his eyes would shine with that kind of lust, the most intense one, the desire to take a life, to kill a woman. to feel allll that power. he would be beaming. he would be in love. and god, he would be so charming. he would do everything right. that's why i rarely trust men who do everything right. say all the right things. cause men are bumbling simpletons when their emotions are peaking. but then there will be an honest man, my honey adam who is so honest that of course everything would come out right without sounding like he ever watched a talk show or anything. the garbage men are outside. bulk day today. they are funny. and leo, oh yeah, listen to this. my dad called and asked me to go fishing. this is the first time he'll ever spend time alone with his grandpa. funny. he won't give my dad grief. but he was so psyched so i'm really happy. but i can't go so he came here and took leo at 4 am. and i watered all the plants and took the trash out. oh my god. only one night left in my bed. for 30 days. i've never done this. even rehab was only 28 days. well jail, i had no choice for many nights. oh, and in 1980, i was lived with nuns for a few months. leo and my dad up on lake erie. my dad's a big bass man. and they're kiling, crowds of fish chasing their lures. cool. i do love to fish when they're hitting. okay so i'm not really worried about the people i'm seeing. they like call me "your jo-ness" but they are like intimadated. oh don't worry. i am so basic. and i am a lot easier to please than you imagine. everything amuses me. but i hope i don't let you all down. really, i think i know exactly how adam feels about the shit i say about him because of this maybe. well yeah. well you guys, i mean really care about me. there are a few i'm just meeting, but the people i'll be staying with *love* me and i change their lives. it's amazing. gosh. and they're contacting their local papers and trying to get me poetry/comedy gigs and radio programs and stuff. but i am so nervous. i wonder if i'll be nothing more than a string of disappoinment. i mean, well i don't know how people perceive me, really. i don't know what it's like to not be me so how can i gauge another's reactions to me? oh, then i think, no, i am exactly in person as i am here only in person you have to hear me giggle and see me blush and in an instant change to this smart but crass whore. while still giggling. it's too much for you men i think. i need a man who's done a lot of LSD. you learn how to give in to experience by doing it. so then they could "go with" me and not try to figure me out and box me in and reduce me to a reasonable level of nothing frightening. and just have fun with someone who knows on some level what it means to be in synch with someone. adam has to know how strange this is all is. how really excellent it is on some deep violet shimmering silver level. like an empty field about to spring a circus but the circus has fallen you know at this point, all i know is that i'm leaving on a greyhound. don't know when i'll be back again. oh babe, i hate to go. but my bags are bagged, it's early morn, the cab outside is blowin' its horn. already i'm so lonesome i could die. so kiss me and smile for me. tell me that you'll wait for me. hold me like you'll never let me go. cause i'm a leavin' on a greyhound i always remember the words to the songs. so many of them. but my mom loved peter paul and mary when i was little. so i remember. it's amazing i think. and they want to call pop culture trash when it effects so many of us? gosh, if it effects you, it *works* in the most basic and essential way. no matter how base the medium. oh enough art dribble. i will always have a bad attitude about *art* anyway, oh gosh i feel like i'm leaving adam. and i think every man i meet is going to hate me. because i have adam on the brain disease. and i so love my affliction. but even madge said she didn't think i was going to be able to be with anyone else. and you all think this is some safety net? are you kidding? i just want sex so bad. yesterday was, i swear to god, the worst it ever was. i couldn't think about anything else. all i can do is walk around cursing my loins. went to see 'judge dreadlocks' with leo. see?!? just thinking about thinking about sex makes me stupid. and i am crazy and i would love to have the chance at honing my whorish skills so to speak but see, none of you know, maybe a few can tell, what a child i really am. always on the verge of breaking. i mean i could just never. nevermind. but i am a strange girl. and parts of me, well my body i keep to myself. i share my mind completely with everyone. my body, my touch, all that. that is locked away. and i think there is only one key for that lock and i call him adam. so kill me. but i actually feel like sick when i think about people who just have sex with all kinds of people. well, it just reminds me of how i felt when i did that shit. and i don't ever want to feel that ugly again. oh but i am weak and what if well gee jo, what if adam duritz thinks you're a nutcase? well i'm a dedicated nutcase. that oughta count for something. and of course he knows i'm crazy but he can't help loving that about me even if he hates me for saying i love him without knowing him especially if he thinks i wouldn't love him if i knew what he was really like. . .but i do. but i can't promise i'd be with him even if he turned out like ron. but then i think, yes, i could promise that. i feel like i know him that well. and he's nothing like ron i also know feeling love is a tricky business. and i may be wrong. but the future isn't written in stone and not even god knows what the heck we're going to do. but now is my time to bid you farewell. man. off to go stay with people, so many men. but such nice men i feel guilty. i don't know for what. i swear, i just don't know how to act when people are really nice. i always feel so embarrassed. but everyone is nice so i'm not really worried. just this one man. well. i trust him, though. but he. well. i trust him. agh!!! tomorrow i leave to begin a new life. believe me, my publisher would never be footing the bill for this and paying me an unprecedented amount of money if he didn't know this was going to be huge. funny. i am making more than any other freelance writer who ever worked there (it's still a pitiful amount, but i can live on it i think). well it's just kathy jo and a world full of men who need me. gosh, and i get to see the innocence mission twice. on the 18th in new york city and the 22 in boston. did any of you get that tape yet? oh, i forgot, ron dufresne assure me that most of you hate me. well glad to get on your nerves. you hate me but read what i write everyday, eh? good, i hope i rub off on you and you can turn into a human being soon. and another thing, well i just think adam has to be reading this. then i think that's absolutely ridiculous that he'd be on line while getting ready to record a new album. i just know it will be excellent. all the musicians in the band are perfect and i could listen to adam's voice forever. so everyone. i guess i'll write a little post tonight with madge and one tomorrow. i still can't believe i'm going. okay, see you love jojo ------------------- Headers -------------------- Path: newsbf01.news.aol.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) Newsgroups: alt.journalism.gonzo,alt.music.counting-crows,alt.fan.dirty-whores Subject: one day till blast off Date: 7 Jul 1995 11:37:45 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 208 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <3tjkc9$o9e@newsbf02.news.aol.com> References: <0jxTzRW00iVD44TV4K@andrew.cmu.edu> Reply-To: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com Xref: newsbf01.news.aol.com alt.journalism.gonzo:2564 alt.music.counting-crows:2793 alt.fan.dirty-whores:2853 ---------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: kathy jo's e-mail account and other delights From: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) Date:8 Jul 1995 09:08:30 -0400 every arsehole who continued to keep my crossposts alive in some lame attempt to prove you're better than me, is guilty of crossposting and posting off topic. ron, it is so rare that i feel such loathing for a person. proud of yourself, huh? what a sad peice of shit you must be. i mean to have so little personal power in this world that you go around proving yourself by being a dick is beyond me. but you've got it down to a science, huh? ------------------- Headers -------------------- Path: newsbf01.news.aol.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) Newsgroups: alt.fan.dirty-whores,alt.music.counting-crows,alt.journalism.gonzo Subject: Re: kathy jo's e-mail account and other delights Date: 8 Jul 1995 09:08:30 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 13 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <3tm00e$e51@newsbf02.news.aol.com> References: <3tg728$d7s@blackice.winternet.com> Reply-To: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com Xref: newsbf01.news.aol.com alt.fan.dirty-whores:2865 alt.music.counting-crows:2798 alt.journalism.gonzo:2596 --------------------------- Subject: JO JO A GOGO From: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) Date: 8 Jul 1995 23:41:06 -0400 hey everyone, madgey here. just letting you know jo is on the road and i'll be updating you here and there, jo will be sending me stuff to forward. she left pittsburgh around 10 pm and will arrive in rochester bright and early tomorrow morning. one more thing: please try to keep mail to this account to a minimum. i cant really get your messages to kathy jo and we cant afford for me to be on here all the time and i fucking hate aol anyhow so id like to be on here as little as possible. ok sorry, i dont mean to be a bitch but delivering messages is not my idea of a good time. but of course if it's really important i'll do my best. ok see ya later. i'll probly have a post from jo tomorrow. madgey madge 666 ------------------- Headers -------------------- Path: newsbf01.news.aol.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) Newsgroups: alt.fan.dirty-whores Subject: JO JO A GOGO Date: 8 Jul 1995 23:41:06 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 20 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <3tnj4i$rd2@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com ----------------------------------------- Subject: WHORE TOUR From: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) Date: 11 Jul 1995 03:31:05 -0400 heya madge here. i tried to do this before but i dont think it worked. hey listen, like i said before, JO IS NOT AT THIS ACCOUNT TILL THE BEGINNING/ MIDDLE OF AUGUST. that means if you send her mail she wont see it till then. just so you know. she might not see it at all, i think aol deletes shit really fast or something. anyway, this is only an outgoing account for a while. im still at my andrew account at c.m.u. if you wanna talk to me. jo is, well, jo is on the bus man. here is an account of her first few days. seems to me she forgot the part about leaving the house in a huge tsunami of activity and mess. leo and his friend pat stayed over the night she left (saturday night) so i wasnt actually alone until last night but i gotta say im kinda digging it. also im doing something freaky to my hair that is gonna look really cool... but anyway, on to the main attraction here. live via satellite, jojomonster: this is really strange being in a library. far away but not too far away and eveywhere you go are arby's and shit. but here in rochester they have the most excellent disgusting food ever. that iis all we do. bob says 'you're noty fat' so i say 'i'm hungry' i watched megan follows (anne shirley) in a moive playing a whore shere she says "sex is a big fat whore" and i was dying. what else? i told bob everything i was going to write about him. i am so laid back you can't believe. i told him that he's more wigged than me. well he's just not used to smoking this much pot and he said that's the biggest surpise. he had no idea how much i smoked. but it's not that much. after and before every meal. oh food. best onion rigns. drank liquor at marge's bar on lake ontario. oh my god. i'll start at the beginning. get on the bus all by my self. after taking a cab all by myself. so no one there to send me off. just me and my lonesome jones. so i got on the bus and tried to play the counting corws but madge madge madge had borrowed my headhpones and dropped them so i couldn't get it to play and i wanted to cry but then they worked and i still wanted to cry but for the exact opposite reason. so there i was, 9:30 at night all by myself. with my own seat, tunes. and it was like falling in love with adam all over again after not playing those tunes. and even when i got here and bobo met me, he had the crows ready to play and said he couldn't wiat to play them with me in the car. that's right damn it. and every one hates me talking about adam. i do talk about him like he's my boyfriend already. he will be you watch. so anywayt, the bus drier got lost on the way to cleveland. unbleievable. and i spent 2-3 hours in the bus station and it was so gross and i wanted a cigarette but didn't have change and it seemed like things were'n starting well and i didn't even care cause i was leaving that piss factory. i was getting a greyhound, baby. so anyway, so i got here after knotting up my body trying to sleep on teh bus. but everything looks so much the same but we went to niagara falls today. so there. and it's weird. the major discoveries. i didn't know there was so much basic things i didn't know about bob. he has a higher wigdom level than me. his house is hilarious and a mess. but i don't care. oh, it was hard sleeping on a different bed. hard bed. me like soft bed. brought my own blankie and pilllow. i was so sleepy yesterday. had a huge slopburger. and then white hot hot dogs. and great great fried mushrroms. oh so much foood. huge hugest grocerystore in the world. wigmans. (realy wegmans) and eveything costs so much more. oh but we had the best olives. and they grow cherries up here. and i got some chocoalte covered raisins. like a whore. else? oh, well i can't remember. i wrote it down. oh, i'm leaving here thursday morning. to the catskills. oh, i ama so mellow. i never shut up but i'm mellow i would *love* to know what bob really thinks of me and i keep asking him if he hates me but he says no and he's glad i'm here. and i'm going to meet his friend dan tomorrow. they both read my very empty group. aren't you all dying to know what i'm really doing? well i'm telling you but you won't bleieve me and think i'm up here doing heroin and having orgies with librarians. shaw festivals. okay what the hell else? dan. i'll drink with him and bobo tomorrow. actaully, i have bveen drinking slowly all day. they have beer that's like 8% alcohol. i drink jack daniels. we eat all the damn time. oh shit, we got the best fudge at niagara falls. i walked all over with my liquor drink. and tonight we're goint to drive around the lake. bob wants some other dame up here. plus, i tell everyone, i love adam and as soon as he finally realizes it, he's a dead man ansd will be knitting baby boots out of dreadlocks in no time. no, really, he's getting his best music together. cause it's all the best. and i have to do my best writing ever. but it's strange theh things that you have to see in person to understand someone. except for you guys because li said, hey, i am exactly the damn same in here or out here so that's enough for you tonight. tomorrow i'm going to take a bus to a goodwill. goodwill tour. and go to gannet paper. we did't go on teh radio tongith cause his car reached 100,000 miles so we drank kamakazies. he has more tunes than god. cause he's a dj. and it alked about bob wanger too. and he talked about his ex-wife. and we walked around his neighborhood. and i forget otyher people don't like to smoke pot and go talk to strangers but we did and it was good and i realize that the rest of you live in a lot more fear and wigdom than i do and man am i glad to be me. but last night, i went to sleep at 10 and i guess that was teh only time i felt weird. like the reality of the whole situation really hit me. and i wondered if he was going to kill me or who he was or where i was or how i got there. close the eyes think of adam. and then what? well i can't wait to got o new york city and kill this man up there. he has no idea what's about to roll into town. and i don't want any of you to get weird with me and try and get sex off me cause i don't want to have to kick your ass and bob said so. well first i have to go to the catskills and i have no idea where that is. but it doesn't look too far on the map. but on a bus, the miles seem really long. but i have tunes. and my blankie. okay i'm bored because i can't really write like i like to. see, bob, all you guys, and this means you, have to try and poke around in my skull as if there's some big fucking secret. and there's not. i am the most basic girl alive. shit. gotta go. almost nine and we'll get thrown out of here. okay, later jojo ------------------- Headers -------------------- Path: newsbf01.news.aol.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: alistria@aol.com (Alistria) Newsgroups: alt.fan.dirty-whores,alt.journalism.gonzo,alt.music.counting-crows Subject: WHORE TOUR Date: 11 Jul 1995 03:31:05 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. 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