My teacher Shenandoah
Correspondent:: ilya_shambat2004@yahoo.com
Date: 22 Feb 2005 07:49:31 -0800
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Speak to me, Shenandoah!
You're old, and I am young.
In valley down below
And all your hills among,
Dinosaurs have once roamed,
With open, hungry eyes;
Mammoths made you their home
Amid the sheets of ice -
Taller than Mount St. Helen
You once stood on the earth;
Reaching and touching heaven -
Through all the death and birth
You towered, proud and mighty,
Seeing and knowing all,
Parted and yet united
Each mountain and the whole -
Seeing trees grow and wither,
Animals live and die,
Thunder, tornado, blizzard -
Elements you defy,
But stand, evincing shadow
In the sun's morning rays
Over the forests, meadows,
And all the time and space -
You stood here when the red man
Hunted and roamed the lands,
When the wise, painted shaman
At bonfire, in a trance,
Healed ailments and diseases,
Arrows and spears dislodged
And contacted deceased ones
With others in sweat lodge,
And when the white man landed
And drove the red man hence,
You stood in pain and sadness
But let the life advance.
The ages have eroded you -
The water and the wind;
The workers have exploded you
Railways and roads to build -
You are worn out, tired,
Shadow of what you were -
In forests you're attired
Now, as you were before
In ice caps. Appalachia!
You've seen and known it all -
The vagaries of nature,
Tsunamis in man's soul -
Both ignorance and wisdom,
Both viciousness and bliss,
The muteness of deceased ones,
The symphony that lives
In people and in nature
In oceans and the skies.
In greatness and in danger
Life grows and multiplies -
For millions of years
You stood and saw and heard
And caught life unawares
Like, in a trap, a bird
And wrung from its beaked mouth
The universal song:
You are the life's storehouse!
The planet's skeleton!
All lived, died, decomposed
And left its dust in you -
There resting in repose
Under the sky of blue -
And as you see and know
The world, both old and new,
My teacher, Shenandoah,
Give me your wisdom too!
Ilya Shambat.
Correspondent:: Cujo DeSockpuppet
Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2005 19:45:59 +0000 (UTC)
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ilya_shambat2004@yahoo.com wrote in news:1109087371.430692.111910
@c13g2000cwb.googlegroups.com:
> Speak to me, library police.
> In my hands my dick I seize
> Looks like jail time, yes I know
> Off to prison here I go
f1><0r3d.
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Correspondent:: morlock
Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2005 23:56:34 GMT
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As the Great-great-great-Grandson of Chief Shenandoah of the Oneida
tribe, I will speak to you. Shut the fuck up and go away.
You promised, didn't you?
Correspondent:: "John Jones"
Date: 22 Feb 2005 12:02:58 -0800
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yOU HAVE NOT RESPONDED TO MY POSTS ON ALT.PHILOSOPHY.
i DEMAND TO KNOW WHY.
jj
i WILL now switch off my caps key
Correspondent:: ex
Date: 22 Feb 2005 20:09:28 GMT
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"John Jones" wrote in news:1109100298.696054.287370
@o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com:
>
> yOU HAVE NOT RESPONDED TO MY POSTS ON ALT.PHILOSOPHY.
> i DEMAND TO KNOW WHY.
stop screaming
Correspondent:: "John Jones"
Date: 22 Feb 2005 12:03:43 -0800
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Why do you write to a group whose posts you never read?
Correspondent:: "just john"
Date: 22 Feb 2005 12:30:24 -0800
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John Jones wrote:
> Why do you write to a group whose posts you never read?
That's almost like asking "why is usenet?"
(Falls over, soundlessly.)
Correspondent:: ilya_shambat2004@yahoo.com
Date: 26 Feb 2005 21:54:49 -0800
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John Jones wrote:
> Why do you write to a group whose posts you never read?
I read some of them.
Correspondent:: "nu-monet v7.0"
Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2005 16:03:03 -0700
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ilya_shambat2004@yahoo.com wrote:
>
Suck me, Shenandoah!
You old fag, I am young fag.
In men's room down you go
Into your mouth my shlong,
Dinosaurs were once aroused,
With open, hungry eyes;
Mammoths once too, blew their cool
Amid the sheets of ice -
Taller than Mount St. Helen(sic)
Harder than the Rock of Gibralter;
Reaching and touching heaven -
Throbbing mercilessly, my prick.
Your tool, proud and mighty,
Once peeing and knowing all,
You farted and it became limpy
Your anus also all dilated.
Now with room to accomodate an
Armadillo, two bowling balls,
A can of cheeze whiz, feather
Duster. Your ass is shot.
So shlurp it up, no one loves you
When you're old and gay. Take out
Those dentures, and suck away.
Wrinkled half-wit, here's a dollar.
> Ilya Kuryakin.
--
"YOU BELONG TO US NOW!"
"GET DOWN WITH MY SICKNESS!!"
--Kino Beman, brand name
Correspondent:: The False Dmitrii
Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2005 18:13:12 -0500
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On Tue, 22 Feb 2005, nu-monet v7.0 wrote:
> Suck me, Shenandoah!
> You old fag, I am young fag.
You weird fag with no taste, is what you is.
D.
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"Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer..."
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