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breaking through the wave of sound we breath deeply, the air of information feeding the netizens My text is my URL: http://www*intemark*com/clough/ Thanks for this opportunity to incorporate Charles Clough, 13 Feb 1997 too much of a time, too much snow, too much too much, it isn't all amplification, a lot of it is discourse, or dat course, or any of the other courses we might have taken, right honey? right dear? right my little cabbage, my sweet aren't I right here with with, haven't I been here with you all these years, from that afternoon when we met in Paddington Station and rode past our stop (snogging in the back of the car - oh - ), haven't we held on to each other, close as two commas, two peas in a pod, there in that cafe in Russel Square and in the long stumble up Blackboy Hill, all the ups on the Downs, together too much, too much of a much - too much of a time, too much snow, too much too much, it isn't all amplification, a lot of it is discourse, or dat course, but we had another course we could have had, when we came to America, we could have stayed in Bristol but then you wouldn't be here and I wouldn't be here and perhaps I would't have digressed back there and would have missed all that I have seen once upon a time there was a king who decided to search for Douglas Davis but his messengers kept returning with too many news about that item for the king to understand where to turn, the king then decided to gallop away on his black horse and search by himself; he scrolled through endless mountains and valleys and crossed innumerable rivers and oceans, he encountered so many sage men and women that he lost track of the eternal truth he had previously been the holder of; it was at the corner of a street, where a child was playing with a stick and a pebble, that the king fell from his horse and with his face in the gutter saw in the flow of rainwater dirtied by the poverty of the neighborhood -- he saw a glitter in which a universe of games and mirrors and theatrical events suspended between laughter and sorrow hopped around circling upon themselves; the king then wondered whether he had changed and found that instead he was still the same; this sameness irked him and intrigued he decided to return to his mansion; there he found nothing had changed bu a letter from Mr Davis was attending him in his mailbox; opened, the missive stated that George Maciunas had been looking for an image of real simple stuff and had not been able to detect it in this world of ours; the king contributed a yawn and Lucio Pozzi appeared in a globe of TV screens rotating near the ceiling of the king's halls -- that's when silence fell upon this episode of the great forlorn stream of living, that's when memories and forecasts collapsed into one another stopping time for just a fragment of an instant inside the world's longest sentence, Diana My second bid for immortality, as my first one (circa Jan-Feb '95) has apparently failed (long live the phuknutts!!!); i am the skywalker Monday's child is right on time, Tuesday's child is in the rhyme, Wednesday's child is love sucks; it hurts so much so what's the point in feeling the feelings that are supposed to be good but end up slowly eating away at your heart and killing you I found the end! the end is in sight! oh, no wait, sorry, my mistake this is a desperate (pathetic) attempt at immortality PostVdaymalaise c'est ma vie; I found an Abkhazian webpage today & I am in Heaven *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** *** LIZ PHAIR LYRICS *** ********************** ***** Exile In Guyville ********************** Produced by Brad Wood and Liz Phair Matador Records, 1993 Length: 55:49 6' 1" I bet you fall in bed too easily With the beautiful girls who are shyly brave And you sell yourself as a man to save But all the money in the world is not enough I bet you've long since passed understanding What it takes to be satisfied You're like a vine that keeps climbing higher But all the money in the world is not enough And all the bridges blown away keep floating up Its cold And rough And I kept standing 6'1" Instead of 5'2" And I loved my life And I hated you Its cold, out there And rough And I kept standing 6'1" Instead of 5'2" And I loved my life And I hated you Help Me, Mary Help me Mary please I've lost my home to your thieves They bully the stereo and drink They leave suspicious things in the sink They make rude remarks about me They wonder just how wild I would be As they egg me on and keep me mad They play me like a pit bull in a basement, and for that I lock my door at night I keep my mouth shut tight I practice all my moves I memorize their stupid rules I make myself their friend I show them just how far I can bend As they egg me on and keep me mad They play me like a pit bull in a basement, and for that I'm asking, will you, Mary, please Temper my hatred with peace Weave my disgust into fame And watch how fast they run to the flame Glory He's got a really big tongue It rolls way out Snaking around in the club It slicks you down Scratching his face like a bum He pulls you back Circa nineteen eighty-one He pulls you back You are, you are, shining some glory You are, you are, shining some glory On me, on me You are, you are, shining some glory You are, you are, shining some glory on me Dance Of The Seven Veils Johhny my love, get out of the business It makes me wanna rough you up so badly Makes me wanna roll you up in plastic Toss you up and pump you full of lead Johhny my love, get out of the business The odds are getting fatter by the minute That I have got a bright and shiny platter And I am gonna get your heavy head I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring You can rent me by the hour I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing Entertainers bring May flowers So Johnny my love We got us a witness Now all we gotta do is get a preacher He can probably skip the "until death" part 'Cause Johnny my love you're already dead I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring You can rent me by the hour I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing Entertainers bring May flowers May flowers, May flowers, (To You) Never Said (yeah) I never said nothing I never said nothing I never said nothing I never said nothing I don't know where you heard it Don't know who's spreadin' it 'round All I know is I'm clean as a whistle baby I didn't utter a sound I never said nothing I never said nothing I never said nothing I never said nothing I don't know what they told you Don't even care what about All I know is I'm clean as a whistle baby I didn't let the cat out So don't look at me sideways Don't even look me straight on And don't worry I've got my hands in my pockets, baby I ain't done anything wrong I never said nothing No baby, I never said nothing I never said nothing I never said nothing I never said nothing No, not to anyone I never said nothing I never said nothing I never said nothing Soap Star Joe He's just a hero In a long line of heroes Looking for something attractive to save They say he rode in On the back of a pickup And he won't leave town 'til you remember his name He's just a hero In a long line of heroes Looking for some lonely billboard to grace They say he sprung from the skull of Athena Think about your own head And the headache he gave He's just a hero In a long line of heroes Looking for action at a price he can pay They say he's famous But no one can prove it Make him an offer just to see what he'll say Check out the dashboard lights Glowing all green and white He feels safe in the dark He wears his bluejeans tight He's just a hero In a long line of heroes Looking for something attractive to save They say he rode in On the back of a pickup And he won't leave town 'Til you remember his name Check out the thinning hair Check out the aftershave Check out America You're looking at it babe Explain It To Me Head underwater Keeps getting hotter Give 'em your medicine Fame injection Tell them to jump higher Tell 'em to run farther Make 'em measure up Decades longer than you Piece it together It's like weather Watch him travel Kiss the gravel Tell him to jump higher Tell him to run farther Make him measure up Ten times longer than you Ever should, you never could Explain them to me, explain them to me Canary I learn my name I write with a number two pencil I work up to my potential I earn my meat I come when called I jump when you circle the cherry I sing like a good canary I come when called I come, that's all Send it up on fire Death before dawn Send it up on fire Death before dawn I clean the house I put all your books in an order I make up a colorful border I clean my mouth 'Cause froth comes out Send it up on fire Death before dawn Send it up on fire Death before dawn Mesmerizing You said things I wouldn't say Straight to my face, boy You tossed the egg up And I found my hands in place, boy After backing up as far as you could get Don't you know nobody parts two rivers met Don't you know I'm very happy You know me well I'm even happier I like it I like it With all of the time in the world to spend it Wild and unwise I wanna be mesmerizing too Mesmerizing too Mesmerizing to you With all of the time in the world to spend it Wild and unwise I wanna be mesmerizing too Mesmerizing too Mesmerizing to you Fuck and Run I woke up alarmed I didn't know where I was at first Just that I woke up in your arms And almost immediately I felt sorry 'Cause I didn't think this would happen again No matter what I could do or say Just that I didn't think this would happen again With or without my best intentions, and What ever happened to a boyfriend The kind of guy who tries to win you over, and What ever happened to a boyfriend The kind of guy who makes love cause he's in it, and I want a boyfriend I want a boyfriend I want all that stupid old shit Like letters and sodas Letters and sodas You got up out of bed You said you had a lot of work to do But I heard the rest in your head And almost immediately I felt sorry 'Cause I didn't think this would happen again No matter what I could do or say Just that I didn't think this would happen again With or without my best intentions, and I want a boyfriend I want a boyfriend I want all that stupid old shit Like letters and sodas Letters and sodas I can feel it in my bones I'm gonna spend another year alone It's fuck and run Fuck and run Even when I was seventeen Fuck and run Fuck and run Even when I was twelve You almost felt bad You said that I should call you up but I knew much better than that And almost immediately I felt sorry 'Cause I didn't think this would happen again No matter what I could do or say Just that I didn't think this would happen again With or without my best intentions And I can feel it in my bones I'm gonna spend my whole life alone It's fuck and run Fuck and run Even when I was seventeen Fuck and run Fuck and run Even when I was twelve Girls! Girls! Girls! You been around enough to know That if I want to leave you better let me go Because I take full advantage Of every man I meet I get away almost every day With what the girls call What the girls call What the girls call The girls call murder You been around enough to see That if you think you're it You better check with me Because I take full advantage Of every man I meet I get away almost every day With what the girls call What the girls call What the girls call the girls call murder Divorce Song And when I asked for a separate room It was late at night And we'd been driving since noon But if I'd known How that would sound to you I would have stayed in your bed For the rest of my life Just to prove I was right That it's harder to be friends than lovers And you shouldn't try to mix the two Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy Then you know that the problem is you And it's true that I stole your lighter And it's also true that I lost the map But when you said that I wasn't worth talking to I had to take your word on that But if you'd known How that would sound to me You would have taken it back And boxed it up and buried it in the ground Boxed it up and buried it in the ground Boxed it up and buried it in the ground Burned it up and thrown it away You put in my hands a loaded gun And then told me not to fire it When you did the things you said were up to me And then accused me of trying to fuck it up But you've never been a waste of my time It's never been a drag So take a deep breath and count back from ten And maybe you'll be alright And the license said You had to stick around until I was dead But if you're tired of looking at my face I guess I already am But you've never been a waste of my time It's never been a drag So take a deep breath and count back from ten And maybe you'll be alright Shatter I know that I don't always realize How sleazy it is Messing with these guys But something about just being with you Slapped me right in the face Nearly broke me in two It's a mark I've taken hard And I know I will carry with me for a long long time I don't know if I could drive a car Fast enough to get to where you are or wild enough not to miss the boat completely Honey, I'm thinking maybe You know just maybe I don't know if I could fly a plane Well enough to tail spin out your name Or high enough to lose control completely Honey, I'm thinking maybe You know just maybe, maybe Flower [high part:] Every time I see your face I get all wet between my legs Every time you pass me by I heave a sigh of pain [low part:] Every time I see your face I think of things unpure unchaste I want to fuck you like a dog I'll take you home and make you like it Everything you ever wanted Everything you ever thought of is Everything I'll do to you I'll fuck you and your minions too Your face reminds me of a flower Kind of like you're underwater Hair's too long and in your eyes Your lips a perfect suck me size You act like you're fourteen years old Everything you say is so Obnoxious, funny, true and mean I want to be your blowjob queen You're probably shy and introspective That's not part of my objective I just want your fresh young jimmy Cramming slamming ramming in me Every time I see your face I think of things unpure unchaste I want to fuck you like a dog I'll take you home and make you like it Everything you ever wanted Everything you ever thought of is Everything I'll do to you I'll fuck you 'til your dick is blue Johnny Sunshine You took the car It was my favorite one Little white Dart And drove it to Idaho You took the horse It was a thoroughbred Saddled it up Out on the interstate You killed the cat Put it in antifreeze Dumped in the trunk With the rest of the cattlefeed You took the house You went and changed the locks Now I am stuck Living out of a box I think I've been taken For everything I own I've been hurt so badly I'm alone, baby, I'm alone You left me nothing You left me nothing Johnny Sunshine You left me nothing You left me nothing Johnny Sunshine You left me nothing You left me nothing Johnny Sunshine You left me nothing You left me nothing Gunshy Rifle in hand and two in the bush Three count delay, I may need a little push Take out the garbage on Tuesday nights Seems like the small things Are the only things I'll fight Seems like the small things Are the only things I'll fight Gunshy, Gunshy, Gunshy, Gunshy Sea monkeys, do monkey's Story of my life Send three bucks to a comic book Get a house, car and wife Send three bucks to a comic book Get a house, car and wife (wife) Gunshy repeated 14 times Stratford-On-Guy I was flying into Chicago at night Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke The sun was setting to the left of the plane And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow In 27-D I was behind the wing Watching landscape roll out Like credits on a screen The earth looked like it was lit from within Like a poorly assembled electrical ball as we moved Out of the farmlands into the grid The plan of the city was all that you saw And all of these people sitting totally still As the ground raced beneath them thirty thousand feet down It took an hour, maybe a day But once I really listened, the noise Just went away And I was pretending that I was in a Galaxie 500 video The stewardess came back and checked on my drink In the last strings of sunlight, a Bridgette Bardot There's a hat on my headphones Along with those eyes that you get When your circumstance is movie size It took an hour, maybe a day But once I really listened, the noise Just went away It took an hour, maybe a day But once I really listened, the noise Just went away Strange Loop The fire you like so much in me Is the mark of someone adamantly free But you can't stop yourself from wanting worse 'Cause nothing feeds a hunger like a thirst Baby I'm tired of fighting I always wanted you I broke up at the roadhouse I wouldn't know you were alive You haven't seen me for weeks now It wouldn't shock you if I drove right out through the back of your eyes I can't be trusted They're saying I can't be true But I only wanted more than I knew Baby I'm tired of fighting I always wanted you I only wanted more than I knew ********************** ***** Whip Smart ********************** All songs written and directed by Liz Phair Matador Records, 1994 Length: 42:00 Chopsticks I met him at a party and he Told me how to drive him home He said he liked to do it backwards I said that's just fine with me That way we can fuck and watch TV It was four a m and the light was gray Like it always is in paperbacks He asked if I liked playing jacks I told him that I was good to sixes, But all hell broke loose after that I told him that I knew Julia Roberts When I was twelve at summer camp We didn't say anything after that I dropped him off and I drove on home 'Cause secretly, I'm timid Supernova I have looked all over the place, But you have got my favorite face Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass and your lips are sweet and slippery Like a cherub's bare wet ass 'Cause you're a human supernova, A solar superman You're an angel with wings of fire, A flying, giant friction blast You walk in clouds of glitter and the sun reflects your eyes And every time the wind blows, I can smell you in the sky Your kisses are as wicked as an F-16 And you fuck like a volcano and you're everything to me 'Cause you're a human supernova, A solar superman You're an angel with wings of fire, A flying, giant friction blast You're a giant, flying friction blast 'Cause you're a human supernova, A solar superman, You're an angel with wings of fire, A flying, giant friction blast Support System I don't need a support system Lifting me into prop-position What I need is a man of action, I need my attraction to you Driving me down all those dangerous avenues Lions and tigers tearing at their food (whistle break) I know the gossip Flies around at breakfast One of them rings in your hand Where the fuck do you get off thinking I was there at the party 'cause All of my friends feed me evil reasons Why you and I should not be friends Let's think this whole thing through, Tell me, just what the hell is a lover supposed to do? I got the wrong reaction A slap in the face from you (whistle break: This is such a stupid picture, Wrap me in a steak Why don't you Throw it in the panther cage and Maybe then I'll like you better (No Way)) I don't need a support system Lifting me into prop-position What they make is a separation of beauty from attitude What satisfaction is left when all you do tells everyone You're acting untrue (whistle break: This is such a stupid picture, Light a cigarette why don't you Stub it in a carburator, Maybe then you'll sell me something (No Way)) I don't need a support system Put your hand on my heart and listen What I need is a dedication to last me all the way through Pointing the finger, I'm counting on loving you Over and above the passion I'm connected to you X-Ray Man As far as I know, baby, You can see As far as I go, funky baby, Digging deep inside of me (uh uh uh uh uh uh x 4) As far as I know, sister, I'm alright As far as I know, funky lady, I'm coming home tonight (you can see through the smoke ) You're an X-ray man You got X-ray eyes [L] This is no reflection on you which is what I see inside [R] Why don't you put on your two-way sombrero and leave (uh uh uh uh uh uh x 4) You're an X-ray man You got white wall tires Iodine tan Cheap unpleasant desires You're an X-ray man Got an X-rated mind You're not satisfied looking at me, you're always Checking out the girl behind You're an X-ray man You got secret plans For me Shane I know that it was the night The war broke out because You and I were driving around You were doing a story About if people understood What had happened to their world Tonight In bed Sleeping The world tonight In bed Asleep You said that you were in touch With the draft resistors In case the big boys called you up You're gonna have to let 'em Dick you around But don't let 'em make You do What you can't live with Tonight In bed With me Sleeping You looked like you were just a little kid Shane, I said, you've got to watch your ass You've gotta have fear in your heart (x 8) Fear in your heart Nashville They don't know What they like so much about it They just go For any shiny old bauble And nobody sparkles like you But I can't imagine it in better terms Than naked, half awake, about to shave and go to work And I'm starting to think it could happen to me like it did to you And I'm starting to actually feel it seep through the Slick divide now I don't crack the door too far for anyone who's pushing too hard on me They don't know What they like so much about it Maybe it goes on the other side of the hallway, The writing's so small from here But I can't imagine it in better terms Than naked, half awake, about to shave and go to work I won't decorate my love (x 6) Go West Safe on The interstate New York Is three thousand miles away And I'm not looking forward to following through But it's better than always running back into you I've closed my eyes and my bank account And gone west, young man Take off The parking brake Go coasting Into a different state And I'm not looking forward to missing you But I must have something better to do I've got to tear my life apart And go west, young man And it feels like I've got something to prove, But in some ways it's just something to do My friend's turn me around and say You go west, young man Stepping Down off my platform shoes Sixty- Nine in the afternoon And I'm waiting for someone in the know Like Pirnir tells me on the radio ed note: this is the way it's spelled on the lyrics sheet It may be "Pirner," as in Dave Says take it from someone who's been there before You go west, young man And I'm looking for somebody to do My thinking for me 'till I come through The state-line highway sign says You have gone west, young man And it feels like I've got something to prove But in some ways it's just something to do The state-line highway sign says You have gone west, young man Cinco De Mayo Cinco de Mayo Blow out, denial It wasn't fun this time, letting you go What if I never, a bullet forever, Held out my hand to you, we wouldn't have known Beautiful flow, Absolute measure, I ain't no pleasure hound Bus' out of control, plowing the road Out on a bender, just Alice falling down A deepening hole I'd never been to Rome until you smiled You're about as old and piled I used to pray for snow Now I just wonder what spell I was under, Thinking you thought of me as Something to hold I'd never been to Rome until you smiled You're about as old and piled Cinco de Mayo Burn-out, Ohio It wasn't me this time, letting you go Dogs of L A The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L A I was a Star Trek crew member With my Beatle boots and my Super-8 And I raced you to the top, The camera gets a stuttered shot of Me approaching the painted shrine I kissed the Buddha and made him cry I kissed the Buddha and made him cry, Georgie, I'm your friend! And the shit brown reservoir Is a testament to the dogs of L A They hold the place like the Mafia and say, Run me round again The sawed off tree-trunks stand among the living palms You were beaming as I focused in and I panned along And I raced you to the top Kicking snakes up from dusty rocks Young Abe Vigoda plays Frankenstein I kissed the Buddha and made him cry I kissed the Buddha and made him cry, Georgie, I'm your friend! And the shit brown reservoir Is a testament to the dogs of L A , they Hold the place like the Mafia and say, Run me round again I wanna go again And the shit brown reservoir Is a testament to the dogs of L A They hold the place like the Mafia and say, Run me round again Whip-Smart I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green and Whip-smart as the English Channel's wide And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his mattress And his watch on any hand between his thighs And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower 'til I write my whole life story On the back of his big brown eyes When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing (x 4) And I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheap and Games are just another way of life And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes because for Every truth, there are half a million lies And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower 'Til he learns to let his hair down far enough to climb outside When they do the double dutch, that's them dancing (x 4) Jealousy He's got a million dollar car He's got a thirty-seven year old guitar He's got a family who deals heroin, you're on the edge of your chair and then You feel it He's looking at you He's laughing at you It's happening I can't, I can't believe it But it's here on the pages I'm reading It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy jealousy I know it's just a drawer of photographs They're ex-girlfriends, I try to remember that I don't wanna look, but I'm already hooked on jealousy jealousy I can't believe you had a life before me I can't believe they let you run around free Just putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea What a good idea: Standing On the corner Watching The ladies Pass by Imagining me behind your eyes And then what did I see? I saw hips, I saw thighs I saw secret positions that we never try I saw jealousy I saw jealousy I can't, I can't believe it But it's here in this place and I see it It's all I can do to conceal my feelings of jealousy jealousy Standing On the mud flats Watching The salmon Fly Wonder if I'll ever bury the hatchet inside Imagining me behind your eyes And then what did I see? I saw hips, I saw thighs I saw secret positions that we never try I saw jealousy I saw jealousy I can't believe you had a life before me I can't believe they let you run around free Just putting your body wherever it seemed like a good idea What a good idea: Crater Lake Once you've left a lonely rage on its own, it grows And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows And oh, all the tears In four tiny years Well look at me, I'm frightening my friends You better roll me I bought a map of the moon There's a crater with my name on it and a really good view There I was, getting drunk in your room Because I wanted to throw my weight around And oh, all the tears In four tiny years Oh look at me, I'm frightening my friends You better roll me home (x 3) Alice Springs See the sun rise So loud, This whole town Gets drowned out Sky writing with the sweep of a flashlight I'm driving over that way The following belongs to Amanda,indicating thus that she was here,being carefull to watch for periods,Makadisa@aol.com,oops that couldn't be helped i would just like to remark but no won will listen as usual,but like old news is new news or something she saiD and pulled out her national enquirer but even then well she still didn't know AND AS SHE WALKED SLOWLY ACROSS THE CRACKLING FOREST AND NEARER TO THE VAST STREACH OF PARCHED GRASSES DRIED AND WITHERED BY THE SUN SHE REMEMBERED HER HOME AND HER DOG ROVER AND THE ANTFARM SHE LEFT BEHIND AND A SMALL TEAR FORMED IN HER EYE BUT THE PARCHING WIND OF THE PLAINS DRIED IT BEFORE IT EVER HAD A CHANCE TO EXPRESS HER LOSSES FOR HER SHE WOULD NEVER SEE AUNT BETTY OR EAT BACON UNLESS SHE COULD FIND A WILD PIG, THEN A THOUGHT OCCURED TO HER, AND SHE WENT ON A HUNT TIRELESSLY DAY AFTER DAY SHE HUNTED THE ELUSIVE WHITE SWINE UNTILL ONE DAY SHE SPOTTED IT ROOTING AND RUNTING ON THE GROUND AND SHE CLIMBED UP IN A TREE ABOVE THE SWINE AND POUNCED ON IT FROM ABOVE BITING INTO IT'S NECK AS IT SQUEELED FURIOUSLY, HER TEETH DOVE DEEPER UNTILL SHE FOUND THE NECK WHICH SHE CLASPED IN HER MOUTH AND WITH GREAT FORCE RIPPED FROM THE SWINES BODY, THIS MAY SEEM A BIT GREUSOM, BUT IT WAS THE WAY NATURE INTENDED IT MAN AND BEAST FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL, AND SHE LICKED HIS INNERDS CLEAN AND WAS SATIFIED, SHE WAS OFF TO HER NEXT ADVENTURE, HER NEXT HUNT AND ANOTHER DAY IN THIS WILD PLACE SHE HAD YET TO FULLY DISCOVER
Children, what are you doing in there? Who are these non-artists and What are their names and Where do they live and Where do they come from and where do they go at night and Can they explain the value of living quiet lives of resigned desperation and why are they so adamant about advancing such an early death on the rest of us because... Youth is king, and no matter how "old" they are, make no mistake, they are old, and have settled into the process of dying and Itās easy for them because they learned to trade their hopes for security and To paraphrase Jefferson, God help the man that sacrifices freedom for security, for in the end he will have neither and Surely, the most fundamental aspect of a person, perhaps what makes us human, is the drive for benevolent progress, exploration, creation and These are the fundamental building blocks of the life well lived, and the uncompromising dividing line between living and existing and I further submit that the person incapable of understanding these concepts is inherently flawed, and thus the cruelest of ironies that they should be in the majority and In addition, the person who understands these truths and ignores them is worse then flawed; he is perverse so then How are these people to be treated....Nod when they speak, use courtesy (when youāre in a mood to do so), ask them advice, and even try to cajole them to think for once in their lives but Do not take them seriously and Learn to ignore their trivial little mindsets, and dismiss their banal language as pure and utter garbage and When appropriate make them the targets of scorn and derision, but choose your battles because They are still in i'm you'r we're forever mmmmmmpppppppppp
1) Out of clutter, find simplicity
2) From discord, find harmony
3) In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity
ALBERT EINSTEIN WAS HERE, three rules of work
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Littlegeekygoobergogglefromthecorrnerofmycreeningcloset of all the turths stated so far, it is imperitive to remember we are a community and we are obligated to educate each other and our progeny to the darker truths of our history so that we may progress beyond our past and never experience another shoah again; animal sex I wish to add my two bits to this sentence, although I have nothing of any real consequence to say, I feel it is my duty, after having read part of this to become a part of the artwork- and not just an observer- In any case I will try to entertain some thoughts on MIERNOTA JEST GORSZA OD NICOSCIalas, I know nothing golden pissing how does the hammer speak softly in the text that:rummages the machine all for now thanks for the invitation Ouch! i have cramps today, i still don't know anything and now i can't think, Ouchh!! ouch...okay, so i took some aspirin and maybe now i can think, well it feels to me like the trouble with the senthence is not that its corroboratoes aren't listening to anything, but rather that they aren't writing anything is it whattis a bizarre request whats happening i'll pull in here going to be late two kinds of crazy people Hey, I am sitting here at this computer and wondering what life is realy about I mean you try to be good and helpful and keep a great body and learn new things, but what is it all really for? All you try to do is improve and be the best that you can be, but you're going to die anyway so why does any of it matter? And there are always problems in life, thuff that will never go away but if you have only one life, don't you want it to tbe the best it could be? And people always say that life is so short, but truly, life isn't short, its just that you're dead for so long I am Tina in New Jersey and it is windy in this tiny town where there are no thrills, no excitement will ever come everything is boring 'really' is spelled with 2 'l's, dear When you believe in life after death do you really believe that your physical body remains useful to you? You should logically believe that that is ridiculous! Therfore - - Why do so many people think that their organs would do them any good? When you believe in life after death do you really believe that your physical body remains useful to you? You should logically believe that that is ridiculous! Therfore - - Why do so many people think that their organs would do them any good? The following is a list of annoyances: People that yell at minimum wage earners employed by public service organizations, those small, cardboard business reply cards in magazines, sticky fingers, roommates who give their telephone numbers to every panting, tongue-dragging Tom, Dick and Harry, sensationalized news bulletins like: "Stormwatch '97!", junk mail, cold fast food, arrogant ignorants, roaches, people who sue after carelessly scalding their own genitals, systems crashing, the English poet WH Auden, living among the flower children in the 60's in New York's East Village, wrote a poem in which he described his seduction of a young Polish-American neighborhood boy, a naughty work which has Auden going down on the boy and uttering "His circumcised head was a work of mastercraft", all of this leading to a big question of why is circumcision of males such a fundamental human ritual in diverse cultures and places for diverse reasons and why it is seen as an aesthetic improvement on the penis by so many including myself who has always admired its aspect in comparison to those of my uncircumcised adolescent school chums which seemed sausage-like and infantile and animal, yet it remains an unnatural act, a form of male-wounding that some cultures and religions demand, or a ritual that makes young boys look revealed and sex-ready before they ought to, all of this remains for me one of life's imponderables, a small matter among others that is a big matter after all He said "Behold I stand at the door (of your heart)and knock, if any man hears my voice and opens the door I will come into him" is the invitation of Jesus who died for our sins on the cross and gives eternal life to all that believe in him Rev 3:14 so when I'm finally divorced, the world and southern Ontario will be a better place, because she will be out of my life and I will be able to continue, after all what is life if you can't live it to the fullest, and with the yoke of Jane around my neck it was virually impossible, so you see there is hope for us all and if you can maintain your sanity while your former is losing hers, then you too will be a better person, because if I had a nickel for every time I think of you I'd have three hundred and sixty four dollars and twenty cents smak firesup dees days ohhs spack wiredup dees days ows m(c) hey, can you see this? i dig the madness, my friend e-mail me, you know, just because i am lydia at pkw2@mindspring
I looked at the first part of the sentence, and I wanted to read it all, but it was just too much; it was a little like the time in the Holocaust Museum when you see all of the hair and the scissors and the shoes and the toothbrushes, the fucking toothbrushes!, and it's just too much, too much to take in and absorb because it's so much bigger than you are
But at the same time, it's like the part where they talk about the Danish village where they smuggled out all the Jewish kids, because it's a bunch of people contributing to something, trying to make something happen, something big and something you hope is good,
and it's also like some of the more narcissistic home pages I see, where it's just some guy (Zaphod Beeblebrox? He's just zis guy, you know?) where somebody's not doing anything, not adding anything, not giving anything to the Web, not even anything interesting about themselves, and you think (imagine an ellipsis here)
"Is this worth it? Does my homepage have any meaning, or am I just one of those vain, boring, useless people who is deluded into thinking I've done something useful,
and then you write something that perfectly captures a moment, and it's beautiful, and it's right, and you know it, and you sigh and yoiu're happy
so maybe this is art, you think?
Welcome to the World's First Collaborative Sentence:
I DID NOT FEEL SEPARATED I FELT VERY CLOSE EVEN
THOUGH WE WERE THOUSANDS OF MILES APART AND I WAS SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE HERE I
FELT CLOSE HOW ARE YOU THIS IS DURBAN WE FEEL WE ARE A PART OF THE WORLD AT
LAST IN THE PALACE HERE I AM WAITING FOR THE PRESIDENT I SEND YOU GREETINGS
HERE I AM IN THE GALLERY LOOKING AT THIS BIG PENCIL I AM LAUGHING COGITO ERGO
SUM GO GO GO SENTENCE swing swing swing ring ring ring ring ring let
herethereeverywhereGUMBOGUMBOhellholeI DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY A LITTLE
LEARNING IS A DANGEROUS THING FREEDOMFREEDOMFREEDOMGET OFF ME GET OFF
MY BACK
SCRATCH MY ASS DOUGLAS HOW ARE YOU? FAR AWAY YET FREE DONT COME AFTER ME PHI
KAB NAUNG LANG PHAU PHI NAUNG SEX RELATIONS BETWEEN FIRST COUSINS ARE
FORBIDDEN THE MOON BRIGHTENS THE BATTLE CAMP SO YOU LIKE TO LOOK AT ME PAY
FOR IT YOU PAMPER ME SO MUCH YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A QUEEN I SEND GREETINGS
FROM FRANKFURT GOD BLESS AMERICA AMERICA NEEDS IT ANIMALS ARE GOOD TO THINK
AND GOOD TO PROHIBIT BE GOOD IT IS THE TIME TO BE GOOD I LOVE EVERYBODY I
HATE EVERYBODY THE SON IN LAW MUST NOT ENTER ENTER THE SLEEPING QUARTES
THROUGH THE DOORWAY OF THE PARENTS IN LAW CALL ME RIGHT NOW TO SAVE THE WORLD
I LOVE YOU WORLD WORLD WHEN WILL YOU SEE HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE STOP DYING
WORLD HERE IN THE BRONX WE HATE THE POLICE GIVE ME YOUR HAND I FEEL YOUR
FINGER HERE MANY MILES APART I THINK IN BASEL WE UNDERSTAND AND APPRECIATE
YOUR WORK KEEP GOING WE ARE BEHIND YOU NO BODY CAN SWEAT SO MUCH WE FIND YOU
NEAR EVEN WHEN FAR TO THE HEALTH OF DON CESARE'S WOMA N AU REVOIR MONS
ENFANTS RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED BLUE BLUE BLUE
BLUE I AM SO BLUE I SAW A MAN HE HELD A STICK OUT TO ME I HOLD THIS STICK OUT
TO YOU ACROSS THE WORLD I ASK YOU WHEN WILL YOU COME TO MOSCOW AGAIN DOUGLAS
er mirror miroir mirage THE BUSHES TWITCHED AGAIN THE STICK BEGAN TO GROW
SHORTER IN BOTH ENDS HERE IN KAUNAS WE HAVE SATAN MAKING LOVE TO AN ANGEL IS
THIS WHAT DROVE HIM INTO HELL WELL THis thing of of writing in all caps is getting a bit tiresome and why does this sentence have sound so disgusting and arty who do think we are
james joyce's greatgrandchildren
or some kind of gertrude
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