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October 22nd, 2005

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Wrote this to a dear old friend from high school, confident she would get the music reference without much untoward difficulty or cranial rackage. And that right there–the getting it, on its own, without the str ornament luster buster–would have been quite very well enough for me, right there, without the surrounding us liked :. the content it was tood enough for me; afterall, it was my generation that really did the heavy lifting of concepting, fundational solidifyinn, and raising the fly high over the stoge patrol and reference, all the way up to General Electric headquarters in heaven-sent civic engineers stamp the prioritizing of the reference and general supporting materials over the meant and contan of a hundred three near heaven word b made sorry for the 1.2 global the brought-in the

story was reduced to mere
by using it as a structural ornament

fucking hippies…thanks…

we were in for a 60% Dacron detox

Just got in from a go-hard afternoon with my Mexican friends. I have "Silent" but am short on "Lucidity".

From there, it occured to me that I had just been presented with an opportunity–quite golden, in fact–to finally ask about the one ’80s thing I never succeeded in understanding.* Vertically stacked, gracefully well-rounded, popular, the erect eight is always ready and with you standing as testament to it’s indespensibility a

finally an infinity with while firi, appropriately charge wiand specialized nn retrospect, I don’t think I was just y and had then since that really had me stumped.
So I went a head:

What was that band about? Zen-nazi trannies?

But almost immediately, I says to myself, "Hey, there must be a website dealing with the very topic I was looking for in my life. "I think there’s a website for that now." I blurted smuggly, learning in that moment that such a thing was humanly possible.

Goopoo time: sure, as incomprehensible as such animal would mean in the annals of American’s medical journals as well as the Larry Flynt chuckling empire–a frightened as I was that I might be right about all this. Horribiably so. And yet still I found myself growing ever more disappointed as I mazed my mouse down through the blocks of text scanning for the godhead: a whispy, zesty, ghostbeard zenaton; the thighmaster, your cross-and-double-cross-dressing father; and the olive-complected, facially groomed hell raiser son.

What I found were every possible combination of two:
zen-nazis (iNazens, the version out of Cupertino California?)

nazi- trannies

zen-trannies

Of course that should have been overwhelmingly sufficient, nay incredible and glorious, once I got past the inherent sadness of the demographics. But I had an innnocent trust and faith in the internet’s omniscience of humunkind’s true nature, its omnipotence to bring it out of the fucked up huddled masses and tight ends, and its omniprense: in every bedroom, warroom, changing lives. And also delivering on it’s promise from the very beginning that if I only asked (Jeeves), I would receive an answer, the whole wourld would be mine for the taking.

Google the almighty alpha and omega threw me a page of Johny unitas quotes. I left even more greaterly saddened, too dishearted to even stay and see what he had to say on the three-pronged approach. Or would that be three fold way?

So, imagine my relief tofinally have my suspicions (the first ones) confirmed with this:

www.nsxfiles.com/Pyramid_of_speed.htm
even some crack thrown in for good measure. and lots of racing.

and another!
www.barbelith.com/topic/7601/from/70

with the shrewd addition of zombies,this one ups it a notch, maybe even takes it to a whole new level, your call
www.sfgoth.com/~sherilyn/diary/

me, I like the more thoughtful, academic approach
www.formsofthingsunknown.com/news.html

this one though has a conversation in which, basically, it is surmised that jesus’s resurrection was the the first last and always best zombie flick.
www.tombridge.com/rta/incoherent_ramblings/

does this clip from www.radiodailynews.com/lalaland.htm come close enough?
*****The NAZI flap with
Prince Henry reminds many of what they didn’t know or had forgotten, namely,
the British Royal family is German. It changed it’s name from
Saxe-Coburg-Gotha to Windsor because of the embarrassment of warring with their relatives.
Beyond that , King Edward VIII who resigned to marry Wallace Simpson was a
pro-Nazi and Hitler planned to put him back on the throne if the Nazis invaded
England***** Also, Prince Philip’s family has Nazi connections*****whew*****!
The only smart one in that bunch is the Queen who realizes, if she turns
throne over to her ditsy son or grandsons, all is lost.

This might be better
A trannie-piloted airplane strikes the skyscraper you are in;
either on purpose or on accident
(from www2.cddc.vt.edu/spoon-archives/heidegger.archive/heidegger_2004/heidegger.0410)

* Clarification:

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