Insomnia
Correspondent:: n.conley@charter.net (Barnabas Shitgulp)
Date: 1 Dec 2004 08:23:13 -0800

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Seems like I can't function in the daylight hours. At night I lay
there thinking. At day I stumble around in a haze of stupid dull
idiot soup. I couldn't stop thinking of shit last night. Some of it
struck me as interesting and worthy of telling another but now I can't
remember any of it. Maybe it's being in that one place with no one
around which pounds my senses with numbing boredom chains. I just
wanted something worthy of publishing on a newsgroup that perhpas
would get some responses. Some kind of feedback.

That's all I need. Some fucking interaction. My brain is chipping at
the walls of it's cell with all the sharp pointys I've been giving it.
Why couldn't I have been born with enlarged fluid chambers like Jack
Parsons? Now there was a guy that knew when it was time to invoke the
Dark Lord and teach some puny humans something about what it means to
love your mother.

What do you think it means when two consenting adults and a marmot
throw off all social bonds and drink Red Bull like it was their own
urine?

But back to the issue at hand, how can we as a nation continue to
ignore the unfocused rambling of one man when HE is the only fucking
chance we have of ever slipping thru the cracks, avoiding the grasp,
befuddling the bush baby, that is the horseshit medium we wade through
every fucking day from alarm clock to screaming sheet kicking crybaby
deconsciousness-ifying

I'm talking about the yin to spatiality of course. The next time
someone asks me if I took my pilss I am going to fucking retch blood
all over their brand new shoes. No GODDAMNIT can't you FUCKINg SEE?
I don't need pills I NEED SOME FUCKING FEEDBACK.


Correspondent:: HdMrs. Salacia the Overseer
Date: Wed, 01 Dec 2004 10:52:11 -0600

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On 1 Dec 2004 08:23:13 -0800, n.conley@charter.net (Barnabas Shitgulp)
wrote:

>Seems like I can't function in the daylight hours. At night I lay
>there thinking. At day I stumble around in a haze of stupid dull
>idiot soup. I couldn't stop thinking of shit last night. Some of it
>struck me as interesting and worthy of telling another but now I can't
>remember any of it. Maybe it's being in that one place with no one
>around which pounds my senses with numbing boredom chains. I just
>wanted something worthy of publishing on a newsgroup that perhpas
>would get some responses. Some kind of feedback.
>
>That's all I need. Some fucking interaction. My brain is chipping at
>the walls of it's cell with all the sharp pointys I've been giving it.
> Why couldn't I have been born with enlarged fluid chambers like Jack
>Parsons? Now there was a guy that knew when it was time to invoke the
>Dark Lord and teach some puny humans something about what it means to
>love your mother.
>
>What do you think it means when two consenting adults and a marmot
>throw off all social bonds and drink Red Bull like it was their own
>urine?
>
>But back to the issue at hand, how can we as a nation continue to
>ignore the unfocused rambling of one man when HE is the only fucking
>chance we have of ever slipping thru the cracks, avoiding the grasp,
>befuddling the bush baby, that is the horseshit medium we wade through
>every fucking day from alarm clock to screaming sheet kicking crybaby
>deconsciousness-ifying
>
>I'm talking about the yin to spatiality of course. The next time
>someone asks me if I took my pilss I am going to fucking retch blood
>all over their brand new shoes. No GODDAMNIT can't you FUCKINg SEE?
>I don't need pills I NEED SOME FUCKING FEEDBACK.

homespun recipe for feedback:

Two kid's walkie talkies

Crank the volume up high on both of them.

Start tranmission within a foot of each other.

*cringe*

Salacia



Correspondent:: haecceity@canada.com (Ad Absurdum)
Date: 1 Dec 2004 20:03:56 -0800

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> homespun recipe for feedback:
>
> Two kid's walkie talkies
>
> Crank the volume up high on both of them.
>
> Start tranmission within a foot of each other.
>
> *cringe*
>
> Salacia

I agree! But you have to keep going until you're not cringing
anymore, and then you'll never feel attacked by feedback again.
You'll appreciate it as music (and as a cringe-inducer in the
untrained fools who surround you).


Correspondent:: purple
Date: Mon, 06 Dec 2004 23:38:24 -0500

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On 12/1/04 11:03 PM, in article
d65e36c.0412012003.67c6ece1@posting.google.com, "Ad Absurdum"
wrote:

>> homespun recipe for feedback:
>>
>> Two kid's walkie talkies
>>
>> Crank the volume up high on both of them.
>>
>> Start tranmission within a foot of each other.
>>
>> *cringe*
>>
>> Salacia
>
> I agree! But you have to keep going until you're not cringing
> anymore, and then you'll never feel attacked by feedback again.
> You'll appreciate it as music (and as a cringe-inducer in the
> untrained fools who surround you).

Yes, that used to work.


The Great Bob Dobbs



Correspondent:: HellPope Huey
Date: Wed, 01 Dec 2004 17:14:06 GMT

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In article <1d3fbd8.0412010823.f4f3d4@posting.google.com>,
n.conley@charter.net (Barnabas Shitgulp) wrote:

>>I NEED SOME FUCKING FEEDBACK.

YOUR HAIR IS A REALLY PECULIAR COLOR, WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?

--

HellPope Huey
Anyone who claims to be a nihilist before they're
about 30 should be force-fed Uncle "Bob's"
Old-Fashioned Arthritis Remedy & Snake Bite Curative
until they think Smurfette is at their feet, begging
for a chance to give them oral pleasure.

"... I am not afraid of priests.
They have tried upon me all their various
batteries of pious whining, hypocritical canting,
lying and slandering."
- Thomas Jefferson

"Evil does NOT wear a BONNET!"
- "Cats & Dogs"

http://www.roadragecards.com/


Correspondent:: mshotz@aol.commonkeypo (Rev. Richard Skull)
Date: 01 Dec 2004 23:16:08 GMT

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>Seems like I can't function in the daylight hours. At night I lay
>there thinking. At day I stumble around in a haze of stupid dull
>idiot soup. I couldn't stop thinking of shit last night. Some of it
>struck me as interesting and worthy of telling another but now I can't
>remember any of it. Maybe it's being in that one place with no one
>around which pounds my senses with numbing boredom chains. I just
>wanted something worthy of publishing on a newsgroup that perhpas
>would get some responses. Some kind of feedback.
>
>That's all I need. Some fucking interaction. My brain is chipping at
>the walls of it's cell with all the sharp pointys I've been giving it.
> Why couldn't I have been born with enlarged fluid chambers like Jack
>Parsons? Now there was a guy that knew when it was time to invoke the
>Dark Lord and teach some puny humans something about what it means to
>love your mother.
>
>What do you think it means when two consenting adults and a marmot
>throw off all social bonds and drink Red Bull like it was their own
>urine?
>
>But back to the issue at hand, how can we as a nation continue to
>ignore the unfocused rambling of one man when HE is the only fucking
>chance we have of ever slipping thru the cracks, avoiding the grasp,
>befuddling the bush baby, that is the horseshit medium we wade through
>every fucking day from alarm clock to screaming sheet kicking crybaby
>deconsciousness-ifying
>
>I'm talking about the yin to spatiality of course. The next time
>someone asks me if I took my pilss I am going to fucking retch blood
>all over their brand new shoes. No GODDAMNIT can't you FUCKINg SEE?
>I don't need pills I NEED SOME FUCKING FEEDBACK.

Your in luck! The Onion has a infographic this wee about insomnia!

www.theonion.com


MSHOTZ: The Post Post Modern Man

"War hath no Fury like a non-combatants"

Charles E. Montague


Correspondent:: "Revi Shankar"
Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2004 20:18:38 -0500

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"Barnabas Shitgulp" wrote in message
news:1d3fbd8.0412010823.f4f3d4@posting.google.com...
> Seems like I can't function in the daylight hours. At night I lay
> there thinking. At day I stumble around in a haze of stupid dull
> idiot soup. I couldn't stop thinking of shit last night. Some of it
> struck me as interesting and worthy of telling another but now I can't
> remember any of it. Maybe it's being in that one place with no one
> around which pounds my senses with numbing boredom chains. I just
> wanted something worthy of publishing on a newsgroup that perhpas
> would get some responses. Some kind of feedback.
>
> That's all I need. Some fucking interaction. My brain is chipping at
> the walls of it's cell with all the sharp pointys I've been giving it.
> Why couldn't I have been born with enlarged fluid chambers like Jack
> Parsons? Now there was a guy that knew when it was time to invoke the
> Dark Lord and teach some puny humans something about what it means to
> love your mother.
>
> What do you think it means when two consenting adults and a marmot
> throw off all social bonds and drink Red Bull like it was their own
> urine?
>
> But back to the issue at hand, how can we as a nation continue to
> ignore the unfocused rambling of one man when HE is the only fucking
> chance we have of ever slipping thru the cracks, avoiding the grasp,
> befuddling the bush baby, that is the horseshit medium we wade through
> every fucking day from alarm clock to screaming sheet kicking crybaby
> deconsciousness-ifying
>
> I'm talking about the yin to spatiality of course. The next time
> someone asks me if I took my pilss I am going to fucking retch blood
> all over their brand new shoes. No GODDAMNIT can't you FUCKINg SEE?
> I don't need pills I NEED SOME FUCKING FEEDBACK.

You are getting feedback, you just don't like it or don't want to hear it.
If you want more feedback than that - feedback that might actually help -
you may want to sincerely ask someone who knows you, or, failing that, ask
any cop what they think. They're honest folks. But my God, don't expect
anything valuable and life-changing here. This is USENET, FOR FUCKS SAKE!







Correspondent:: HellPope Huey
Date: Thu, 02 Dec 2004 02:22:55 GMT

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In article ,
"Revi Shankar" wrote:
> "Barnabas Shitgulp" wrote in message
> news:1d3fbd8.0412010823.f4f3d4@posting.google.com...

> > I'm talking about the yin to spatiality of course. The next time
> > someone asks me if I took my pilss I am going to fucking retch blood
> > all over their brand new shoes. No GODDAMNIT can't you FUCKINg SEE?
> > I don't need pills I NEED SOME FUCKING FEEDBACK.
>
> You are getting feedback, you just don't like it or don't want to hear it.
> If you want more feedback than that - feedback that might actually help -
> you may want to sincerely ask someone who knows you, or, failing that, ask
> any cop what they think. They're honest folks. But my God, don't expect
> anything valuable and life-changing here. This is USENET, FOR FUCKS SAKE!

"Son, never listen to a priest or a policeman; the only thing they have
the key to is the shithouse."
- William S. Burroughs

--

HellPope Huey
Anyone who claims to be a nihilist before they're
about 30 should be force-fed Uncle "Bob's"
Old-Fashioned Arthritis Remedy & Snake Bite Curative
until they think Smurfette is at their feet, begging
for a chance to give them oral pleasure.

"... I am not afraid of priests.
They have tried upon me all their various
batteries of pious whining, hypocritical canting,
lying and slandering."
- Thomas Jefferson

"Evil does NOT wear a BONNET!"
- "Cats & Dogs"

http://www.roadragecards.com/


Correspondent:: Rev DJ Epoch
Date: 2 Dec 2004 14:30:24 GMT

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"Revi Shankar" wrote in news:kcudnQ3EYv7y8DPcRVn-
hw@adelphia.com:

>
> "Barnabas Shitgulp" wrote in message
> news:1d3fbd8.0412010823.f4f3d4@posting.google.com...
>> Seems like I can't function in the daylight hours. At night I lay
>> there thinking. At day I stumble around in a haze of stupid dull
>> idiot soup. I couldn't stop thinking of shit last night. Some of it
>> struck me as interesting and worthy of telling another but now I can't
>> remember any of it. Maybe it's being in that one place with no one
>> around which pounds my senses with numbing boredom chains. I just
>> wanted something worthy of publishing on a newsgroup that perhpas
>> would get some responses. Some kind of feedback.
>>
>> That's all I need. Some fucking interaction. My brain is chipping at
>> the walls of it's cell with all the sharp pointys I've been giving it.
>> Why couldn't I have been born with enlarged fluid chambers like Jack
>> Parsons? Now there was a guy that knew when it was time to invoke the
>> Dark Lord and teach some puny humans something about what it means to
>> love your mother.
>>
>> What do you think it means when two consenting adults and a marmot
>> throw off all social bonds and drink Red Bull like it was their own
>> urine?
>>
>> But back to the issue at hand, how can we as a nation continue to
>> ignore the unfocused rambling of one man when HE is the only fucking
>> chance we have of ever slipping thru the cracks, avoiding the grasp,
>> befuddling the bush baby, that is the horseshit medium we wade through
>> every fucking day from alarm clock to screaming sheet kicking crybaby
>> deconsciousness-ifying
>>
>> I'm talking about the yin to spatiality of course. The next time
>> someone asks me if I took my pilss I am going to fucking retch blood
>> all over their brand new shoes. No GODDAMNIT can't you FUCKINg SEE?
>> I don't need pills I NEED SOME FUCKING FEEDBACK.
>
> You are getting feedback, you just don't like it or don't want to hear
it.
> If you want more feedback than that - feedback that might actually help -
> you may want to sincerely ask someone who knows you, or, failing that,
ask
> any cop what they think. They're honest folks. But my God, don't expect
> anything valuable and life-changing here. This is USENET, FOR FUCKS SAKE!
>

Just don't stop and ask any police at Atlanta airport unless you like
feeling like a calf in a rodeo.

http://www.wsbtv.com/travelgetaways/3955041/detail.html

--
The Church of Our Lady of Prepetual Motion
Cathedral, Carwash and Dancehall- Home of the Traci Lords Memorial Brothel
Rev. DJ Epoch - proprietor and janitor
Divine Southern Redneck Yeti Clench Recruitment site: http://revdjepoch.COM

"If you want my delusions, you'll have to pry them from my cold,
dead hippocampus with a grapefruit spoon."
-- HellPope Huey


Correspondent:: "Revi Shankar"
Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2004 18:17:45 -0500

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>
> Just don't stop and ask any police at Atlanta airport unless you like
> feeling like a calf in a rodeo.
>
> http://www.wsbtv.com/travelgetaways/3955041/detail.html


You've given away my ruse!




Correspondent:: Rev DJ Epoch
Date: 3 Dec 2004 13:07:21 GMT

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"Revi Shankar" wrote in news:gZqdnffEsK8FPzLcRVn-
hg@adelphia.com:

>>
>> Just don't stop and ask any police at Atlanta airport unless you like
>> feeling like a calf in a rodeo.
>>
>> http://www.wsbtv.com/travelgetaways/3955041/detail.html
>
>
> You've given away my ruse!
>
>
>

Yeah, and I'm trying to give away your Tazer and brass knuckles too, but I
can't get them past the damned metal detectors.

--
The Church of Our Lady of Prepetual Motion
Cathedral, Carwash and Dancehall- Home of the Traci Lords Memorial Brothel
Rev. DJ Epoch - proprietor and janitor
Divine Southern Redneck Yeti Clench Recruitment site: http://revdjepoch.COM

"If you want my delusions, you'll have to pry them from my cold,
dead hippocampus with a grapefruit spoon."
-- HellPope Huey


Correspondent:: König Prüß, GfbAEV
Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 07:36:51 GMT

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Revi Shankar wrote:

> >
> > Just don't stop and ask any police at Atlanta airport unless you like
> > feeling like a calf in a rodeo.
> >
> > http://www.wsbtv.com/travelgetaways/3955041/detail.html
>
> You've given away my ruse!

Yeah, I got a buck two ninety-eight for it!





Correspondent:: Eddie Vroom
Date: Thu, 02 Dec 2004 02:22:28 GMT

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Barnabas Shitgulp wrote:

> I don't need pills I NEED SOME FUCKING FEEDBACK.

Actually, some Wellbutrin or Zoloft to keep your serotonin levels in
check could be a *good* thing. Otherwise, expect to start slipping into
dream states during otherwise waking conciousness.

If you start smelling something like burning wiring, start watching The
Matrix and Fight Club frequently. And give us the URL of your local
newspaper. We could use some amusement.

--
Art and Fashion for the New Conspiracy

http://www.cafepress.com/luciddragon

the Mystical RevvedErrand Doktor Eddie Vroom
Certified God by the holy authority of
the White Lotus Fortune Cookie Company
June 23, 2004