"Mr. Observant" wrote for all to see and read:

On Tue, 04 December 2001, Hellen of Blither-Blather wrote of a problem she had encountered while navigating her yacht around the antihistamines aisle of the local drug mart and cola store:

Subject: precision potshots and the rot what makes a tooth wise beyond its tears
when Hellen Bach wrote that
Kenn Fliegen had written:

no one will remember this with any fondness: playing go fish with dennis
rodman. (who does that anymore?!?)

he (dennis r.) had a beanie baby posse. he had gotten a teenager pregnant maybe. purr says the cat, arrrr says the pirate sloshing, and open says the doctor thinking of lines which hopefully do not rhyme.

Hellen says: No one will remember?! They will remember you every time they
take clothes out of storage! You and your coats... The romantic dates with
slick Chinese in steerage. what do you listen to in the closet, hours of hide-and-go, by-the-by by the way?

buy the book. take me to dinner. ask me if I like her or if she likes me.
     dribbling is no more an art than the handshake. or a first hug, socially speaking or leaving as greeting or meeting friends.

jodie foster poster. too near to the toaster! too near!
     the last piece of gums. america the dribble bib dental  chair grope thought exposé guilt night flip garbage hair toss sandblast regloss velvet vagina painting dive saviour. can you believe they threw this out? how hilarious, a black santa!

black santa wouldnt visit your house.

go fish and war we played, because the deck had only 48 cards. played until
our fingers bled, our oozing blisters sang all over our mobile hotel room day. room service still had not arrived in ceremony with our desserts.

(they didnt sound so real on the phone, actually -- more like they were janitorial and vet instead of kitchen, as if the kitchen was closed so folks could spend a few hours on their own time pissed -- but we thought they might just be stoned.

so were they real and stoned or not real and assholes?
     "teach the people to say no." teach them to hoe their own damned row.)

what time is cap'n kangaroo? S-A-P, S-A-P!

yeah, that'd be even better than
nothing exacerbated

mr. green jeans in spanish! carl said so I started beating on the walls
asking the neighbors to wake up and fuck and I was calling him Carlos del
Muertos and he liked that too.

your sex is a prank.

well-traveled.

this is the poem which made me the money for a donut and coffee. i knew the
waitress too.

the doctor was kind enough to point out that the amsterdam model could have
only occurred in amsterdam. and Dillinger fired a dill pickle at the brain of

the president the night he was caught.(pardon me writing from a fort with
walls which were stacks of dictionaries.
i get reactionary
when browsing the same clothes
when thumbing my nose towards the rows of pros.)

this is definitely the last time I'm gonna get stoned with my
neighbor. my? is he really fit to kick my ass? my neighbor's stoner
ways do not fit in any way with my other longings.

same same same
insame
butch pussy

most of my belongings are previous experiences. not bagettes carried
casually over the shoulder by timotay who does not yet realize he has head
lice. no,
more like lead baggage.

you were there, in most of my memories; that's why I'm writing to you now.

nothing's going on. i dont have the money to call room service.



Bill, Stephan Waffel, Merc Pile, Carl Kensey U.
Hellen, in service to Satan
Carl K. again
more Hellen (more service)
Bill and his coupons.


Let's keep tossing this one around.
You'll notice the lose ends I left. Where's The Fraymeister? Out
fraubegging?

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Am I also worthy of a drink? Robert Pollard

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"stumped? call the new york times crossword puzzle hotline." GEORGE McQUEEN

KING, "Salt Away Your Troubles"

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Am I also worthy of a drink? Robert Pollard

"I'm fed up with God" Enderby said, "so let's get on to something else." And at once he got up painfully and noisily to find the whisky bottle, this being about the time for. -Anthony Burgess, Enderby's End