Ranchers in west Marin County and in southwest Sonoma County
are losing a large number of sheep this season to a fungus that
naturally produces LSD and that flourishes in cool, damp
weather. Gordon Thornton, a rancher with 1,000 acres near
Tomales, said he has seen about 50 of his ewes poisoned by the
fungus called ergot, out of about 900 sheep on his land. Dr.
William Barr, a veterinarian from Petaluma, said the problem is
the worst he's seen in his 31 years of practice. Experienced
ranchers say they expect to lose double the usual amount of
sheep to ergot this midwinter lambing season. The ergot fungus
grows on rye grains and rye grass, which is used extensively on
pastures in Marin and Sonoma. Ergot poisoning causes sheep to
become disoriented, allowing them to fall to their deaths off
steep hills or into ditches or ponds.
I take it the sheep stand on the edge of a cliff, bleat "I can fly!"
and over they go. What a waste.
--the Rightmost Right Most Rev. Touche Irony
of the Chapel of Our Lady of the Turbo-Hydramatic 350
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Date: Thu, 10 Jan 91 12:29:39 EST
From: Joshua Glasser <shadow!joshua@uu.psi.com>
Subject: "YOU" (ie, me)
To: mc.lcs.mit.edu!Subgenius@uu.psi.com
MTG, i am honored! to think that YOU hold me in such high esteem!!
right dab there in the middle, only higher, and as clear an act of loving
acknowledgement and deference as this list has ever seen!
> h you mornin g you nut yo u obst etrici
oh, boy!
alright, because MTG has been so forthcoming in praise of myself and in the
grateful acknowledgement of my stern admonitions and my iron hand in trying to
teach YOU ALL, save those few of you who already know, I know who YOU are,
the rudiments of how to tamp and give a light to the ONE TRUE PIPE, I will
grant YOU ALL, without malice my poem "stranger i came unto the fermented black
bean". a nondeprivatin just and wise to not pushish YOU ALL for telling lies:
"stranger i came unto the fermented black bean"
a poem:
stranger i came unto the fermented black bean
like at Geneva de le Mare, i put a penny in
she is a doll with a dayglow green teddy
and there was this series of these postcards
like thunder (scented with ginger and brine):
stranger, what do you want? what do you indend?!
I AM THE FERMENTED BEAN! KNOW THOU THAT ONCE I
WAS SWEET- yellow was i then, and full. BLACK NOW,
and SALT. WHITHERED! how can you speak thus?
that is what she had said, how was it that this
bean spoke it now? it had been summer, or nearly
summer in Geneva de le Mare. i had put a penny in.
then the marquee has boasted "return to the planet of the apes"
and the delta 88 had roared. the whistle. it flew
and the glass shattered against my head. "WEIRDO!!"
yes, they had shouted that too. "Bob". i think he was driving.
YOU DO NOT BEAR THE SIGNS. HOW SHOULD I KNOW THEE?
slack, and then the response. slack arising to give form to slack.
the will of "Bob". THE WILL OF THE ALL, RATHER. slack is the
will OF of "Bob" "BOB"I KNOW. HIM. HE IS NOT LIKE THOU, YET
where WHERE would WOULD "BOB" I BE had WITHOUT YOUR TIME learned the key?
I THINK HE OWES ME MONEY. how nuch? STOP. "Bob" had sent me.
I had him in my mouth now, and he was eaten. to collect,
i chewed what little of substance there was (a taste like killifish
it had i noted. a fine and supple creature.) salty. whithered.
again i cleared my head, mopping the gash, i was yelling.
the time was up and i had missed it all. my penny wasted.
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Date: Thu, 10 Jan 91 23:39:55 PST
From: Andrew Schloss <aschloss@sol.uvic.ca>
To: Subgenius@mc.lcs.mit.edu
oops
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