Corpse d'mal pages...


Sounds (zounds) baby. Like, real life. Like, the rhythms
of the ho-hum. Like the hums of life. Like don't laugh
too hard, this is serious stuff.

We're Still Here <janan@sonic.net>
- Friday, May 10, 1996 at 00:46:45 (EDT)

Kant spelled better than he smelled.

The foul smell of bad philosophy <shacker@birdhouse.org>
Holes = where.html & elsewhere.html
- Thursday, May 12, 1996 at 22:39:34 (EDT)

Holes:
sister.html: She has an inflatable head.
Sister <estephen@emf.net>
sixty.html: All about the sixties, man.
Sixty <estephen@emf.net>
voices.html: Could be anything, really.
Damn Voices <estephen@emf.net>
help.html: Deadly danger.
Help <estephen@emf.net>
further.html: Further information about head wounds. Tag, Mal.
Furthermore <estephen@emf.net>
headwnd.jpg: tricky subject to illustrate, head wounds.
The background should keep things challenging.
Ooh. Sick. <estephen@emf.net>
All of the above holes are from

Corpsaclave <estephen@emf.net>
- Thursday, May 09, 1996 at 22:10:08 (EDT)

fish smell bad in the morning.

wharf rats <mal@emf.net>
- Thursday, May 09, 1996 at 14:42:54 (EDT)