All I see is little dots.



From: "Unclaimed Mysteries"
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Sun, Mar 24, 2002

Some are smeared, and some are spots. Please advise.

Yerpal,
Corry


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From: "nu-monet v4.0"

You can't seem to face up to the facts.  You're tense and
nervous and you can't relax.  You must find yourself a city
to live in.  You picked the building that you wanted to live
in.  You've lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto, lived
all over this town.

It's the house's fault.  You must destroy the house, or
something.

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Resurrect Dead On Planet Jupiter --
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From: thefridayjones@hotmail.com (Friday Jones)

The dots that are before your eyes
Are spots which cannot be excised
The dots of "Bob" that send out Slack
Are Wholly spots that SEE YOU BACK!

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"Bunch together a group of people deliberately chosen for strong
religious feelings, and you have a practical guarantee of dark
morbidities expressed in crime, perversion, and insanity."

  --HP Lovecraft, letter to Robert E. Howard 10/4/30
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From: xenu

You ate the brown acid didn't you. You were warned.



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I've been looking for a savior
In these dirty streets.
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets.
I've been raising up my hands,
Drive another nail in!
Got enough guilt to start my own religion.

--Tori Amos, "Crucify," from Little Earthquakes
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From: Her Ladyship Lilith von Fraumench

In article <8035207e.0203240811.323accf3@posting.google.com>, Friday
Jones wrote:

> The dots that are before your eyes
> Are spots which cannot be excised
> The dots of "Bob" that send out Slack
> Are Wholly spots that SEE YOU BACK!

I'm going to tattoo this poem on my knuckles now.


Her Ladyship Lilith

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From: "Unclaimed Mysteries"

"Her Ladyship Lilith von Fraumench" wrote in message
news:240320022239138194%lilith@ZubJenius.com...
>
> I'm going to tattoo this poem on my knuckles now.
>

That's a lot of knuckles.

Corry
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From: HellPopeHuey

In article , "Unclaimed says...

>That's a lot of knuckles.

All *I* see are little Dobbs, which makes it hard to drive safely.

Yeah, Lil has about SIXTEEN knuckles. She hasn't been prone to reveal her
piano-playing skills, as that would violate the death-metal rule against piano
of any kind where its NOT being played INSIDE with IMPLEMENTS, but I was in the
back of a dank Seattle club the night she played Eubie Blake's killer  
"Knuckle-Breakin' Rag" and won the $2k purse.

Some dark secrets of the SubGenius are so far to the left, you never even know
about them unless some vindictive, gossiping scag spreads them all over. Lil,
you're outed as a closet pianist. I'm so ashamed, but it hadda be done. And no,
let's nip that 12-inch pianist talk right in the scrote. With chicken tongs.
Jabba the Smut, for all your alien porn needs.  

 HellPope Huey, hellpopehuey@subgenius.com
   I have the body of a sedentary galactic potentate
   and the mind of a chicken on speed.
   I don't know what that totals.
   Probably my odds of becoming rich & famous.  
 
   "I'll admit I've had better days,
       but I'm still not to be had
         for the price of a cocktail
           and a salted peanut."
                     - Bette Davis

   "Clearly, we are in a situation
         where we'd normally find Rod Serling
             talking to a camera
                in the corner of our living room."
                    - "Baby Bob"

    "You're a teacher...
           and with that mantle, comes a burden."
                   - "Boston P
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From: Her Ladyship Lilith von Fraumench

In article , Unclaimed Mysteries
wrote:

>
> That's a lot of knuckles.

Takes a lot of lube too.


Her Ladyship Lilith

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From: Her Ladyship Lilith von Fraumench

In article , HellPopeHuey
wrote:

>
>  All *I* see are little Dobbs, which makes it hard to drive safely.
>
>  Yeah, Lil has about SIXTEEN knuckles. She hasn't been prone to reveal her
> piano-playing skills, as that would violate the death-metal rule against
> piano of any kind where its NOT being played INSIDE with IMPLEMENTS, but I
> was in the back of a dank Seattle club the night she played Eubie Blake's
> killer "Knuckle-Breakin' Rag" and won the $2k purse.
>
>  Some dark secrets of the SubGenius are so far to the left, you never even
> know about them unless some vindictive, gossiping scag spreads them all over.
> Lil, you're outed as a closet pianist. I'm so ashamed, but it hadda be done.
> And no, let's nip that 12-inch pianist talk right in the scrote. With chicken
> tongs. Jabba the Smut, for all your alien porn needs.  

The "good" Hellpope is still laboring under many misconceptions:

1) I listen to BLACK metal predominantly--and metal in general. Death
metal is OK, but gets dull after hearing the same old YEEEARRRRRGHHHH
for six hours' straight.

2) Unmodified and untortured piano is welcome in black metal and death
metal, but usually gets drowned out by the screams.

3) I *wish* I could play piano, especially as I will be inheriting a
MIDI capable keyboard which I plan on plugging into my pooter so I
could start working on music. I know the differences between the white
keys and the black keys and can fake it for audiences who don't have a
fine ear for subtlety; I even played organ for a devival at one point,
way back when, when the main organist had to drain his organ. But it
was mostly faking it, and I was glad the ranter said "Or Kill Me" so I
could stop playing organ and kill him.

4) I'm a 'cello player. How's THAT for death metal, ya silly get?!?

Then again, what would a Hellpope be without misapprehensions?


Her Ladyship Lilith

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From: dyskolos

Her Ladyship Lilith von Fraumench wrote:
>
>
>
> Then again, what would a Hellpope be without misapprehensions?
>


A flappy little thing like a used condom.
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From: "Chas. 'Mark' Bee"

dyskolos wrote:
>
> Her Ladyship Lilith von Fraumench wrote:
> >
> >
> >
> > Then again, what would a Hellpope be without misapprehensions?
> >
>
> A flappy little thing like a used condom.

> I hate even
> > more some pompous jerk BITCHING AND BITCHING AND BITCHING about some
> > experience they had which lasted about two minutes and which they just
> > have to make sure everybody they know finds out just how much they
> > disenjoyed it.  LIKE THIS!
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From: thefridayjones@hotmail.com (Friday Jones)

"Unclaimed Mysteries" wrote in message news:...
> "Her Ladyship Lilith von Fraumench" wrote in message
> news:240320022239138194%lilith@ZubJenius.com...
> > In article <8035207e.0203240811.323accf3@posting.google.com>, Friday
> > Jones wrote:
> >
> > > The dots that are before your eyes
> > > Are spots which cannot be excised
> > > The dots of "Bob" that send out Slack
> > > Are Wholly spots that SEE YOU BACK!
> >
> > I'm going to tattoo this poem on my knuckles now.
> >
>
> That's a lot of knuckles.
>
> Corry

Lilith doesn't have brass knuckles, she has CHROME knucles.  And brass balls.

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Toynbee Idea in Movie 2001 --
Resurrect Dead On Planet Jupiter --
J.R. "Bob" Dobbs
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From: wbarwell@starbase.neosoft.com (William Barwell)

In article ,
Unclaimed Mysteries wrote:
>Some are smeared, and some are spots. Please advise.


Eat the round ones, piss on the smeared ones.
Its "Bob's" cosmic plan.

Pope Charles
SubGenius Pope of Houston
Slack!
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From: "Unclaimed Mysteries"

"Her Ladyship Lilith von Fraumench" wrote in part:

> I will be inheriting a
> MIDI capable keyboard which I plan on plugging into my pooter

I just wanted to see this line again. Carry on.

Corry

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