It was raining Kooks last night
The Right Rev. El Bonobo Bandito
And part of one.
What kind of Mushrooms sprout up after a Kook Rain?
Mr. Mi-go
I got a bouquet of brownish shrooms outside under the dog running
line.
Don Stockbauer
Kooks are our salvation.
just john
Mr. Mi-go
> Puffballs.
Merciful Imperial Heavens, those are fun to pop!
purple
http://www.fivebodied.com/archives/audio/catalog/CompleteBobTimeline.html
Lots about you in there.
The GREAT Bob Dobbs
Rev. Ivan Stang
Mr. Mi-go
> http://www.fivebodied.com/archives/audio/catalog/CompleteBobTimeline....
>
> Lots about you in there.
>
> The GREAT Bob Dobbs
So your'e a phraxis, Bob... interesting...
Rev. Susie the Floozie
> It's still drizzling.
More of a fizzle. Hehheh. Go easy on him, Stang. I think Dean's gonna
be my next boyfriend, mmm... [*cracks knuckles*]
The only thing approaching a kook last night was Meow--I know, because
I got caught in his down-paw. [CUE '70s Sitcom Laff FX]
But I don't consider him a kook. He doesn't have the whole-kook vibe--
I relate to that hyper-lucid spark he lets out once in awhile.
I take my kooks ka-RAZY, and most of 'em fall far too short. It's like
eating Spamwiches in a famine--gotta chew on someone's ass to pass the
time...
Rev. Ivan Stang
<revsusiethefloo...@gmail.com> wrote:
> On Jun 15, 2:07 pm, "Rev. Ivan Stang" <st...@subgenius.com> wrote:
>
> > It's still drizzling.
>
> More of a fizzle. Hehheh. Go easy on him, Stang. I think Dean's gonna
> be my next boyfriend, mmm... [*cracks knuckles*]
>
> The only thing approaching a kook last night was Meow--I know, because
> I got caught in his down-paw. [CUE '70s Sitcom Laff FX]
>
> But I don't consider him a kook. He doesn't have the whole-kook vibe--
> I relate to that hyper-lucid spark he lets out once in awhile.
Give it time. You'll see.
purple
You were scared shitless when I called you in June'98.
You ran off and hid behind Doug's skirts.
You've changed?
The GREAT Bob Dobbs
Zapanaz
<pur...@tellurian.com> wrote:
>You were scared shitless when I called you in June'98.
>
>You ran off and hid behind Doug's skirts.
>
>You've changed?
>
>
>The GREAT Bob Dobbs
You've stalker-called other people, too?
You're a class act, purple. In the sense of being a creepy low-life
stalker.
You should call David Letterman or go hang out at his place. I've
heard he's pretty forgiving of stalkers. Call him and talk that
creepy disjointed stuff you talk, and leave creepy notes taped to his
front door! Think how famous you would be! National news! You'd
have thousands of people flooding into fivebodied.com to hear your
theories about chip bodies and android memes! And they'd probably all
be crazy like you, YOUR PEOPLE!
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
I always say I'd much rather be around someone who comes right out and
admits he's a hateful intolerant son of a bitch than someone who's
always calling people down for not coming up to their noble standards
while pretending it's for everybody's benefit.
- nenslo
:: Currently listening to No. 22 in G Minor, 1951, by Shostakovich, from "24 Preludes and Fugues"
purple
f...@mindspring.com> wrote:
> On Mon, 15 Jun 2009 14:51:23 -0700 (PDT), purple
>
> <pur...@tellurian.com> wrote:
> >You were scared shitless when I called you in June'98.
>
> >You ran off and hid behind Doug's skirts.
>
> >You've changed?
>
> >The GREAT Bob Dobbs
>
> You've stalker-called other people, too?
>
> You're a class act, purple. In the sense of being a creepy low-life
> stalker.
>
> You should call David Letterman or go hang out at his place. I've
> heard he's pretty forgiving of stalkers. Call him and talk that
> creepy disjointed stuff you talk, and leave creepy notes taped to his
> front door! Think how famous you would be! National news! You'd
> have thousands of people flooding into fivebodied.com to hear your
> theories about chip bodies and android memes! And they'd probably all
> be crazy like you, YOUR PEOPLE!
Every communication I've made, private and public, is a stalking.
The public ones are all here:
http://www.fivebodied.com/archives/audio/catalog/CompleteBobTimeline.html
The GREAT Bob Dobbs
Zapanaz
<pur...@tellurian.com> wrote:
>On Jun 15, 11:57�am, Zapanaz <http://joecosby.com/code/mail.pl?
>f...@mindspring.com> wrote:
>> On Mon, 15 Jun 2009 14:51:23 -0700 (PDT), purple
>>
>> <pur...@tellurian.com> wrote:
>> >You were scared shitless when I called you in June'98.
>>
>> >You ran off and hid behind Doug's skirts.
>>
>> >You've changed?
>>
>> >The GREAT Bob Dobbs
>>
>> You've stalker-called other people, too?
>>
>> You're a class act, purple. �In the sense of being a creepy low-life
>> stalker.
>>
>> You should call David Letterman or go hang out at his place. �I've
>> heard he's pretty forgiving of stalkers. �Call him and talk that
>> creepy disjointed stuff you talk, and leave creepy notes taped to his
>> front door! �Think how famous you would be! �National news! �You'd
>> have thousands of people flooding into fivebodied.com to hear your
>> theories about chip bodies and android memes! �And they'd probably all
>> be crazy like you, YOUR PEOPLE!
>
>Every communication I've made, private and public, is a stalking.
>
>The public ones are all here:
>
>http://www.fivebodied.com/archives/audio/catalog/CompleteBobTimeline.html
>
>
>The GREAT Bob Dobbs
If you post that link enough times, I just HAVE to click on it
eventually, right? It just stands to reason!
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
I have an intense desire to return to the womb. Anybody's.
- Woody Allen
:: Currently listening to String Quartet in F major, Op. 77 No. 2 (Hob. III: 82): Finale. Vivace assai, 1799, by Haydn, from "Haydn String Quartets - Amadeus Quartet"
Mr. Mi-go
Not that it matters I don't have much to say right now.
But he is APPARENTLY a Phraxis.
Nothing wrong with that, it's like calling a guy a hamster or
something.
Rev. Susie the Floozie
> You were scared shitless when I called you in June'98.
>
> You ran off and hid behind Doug's skirts.
>
> You've changed?
>
> The GREAT Bob Dobbs
******************************************************
I need a line of asterisks to separate me from the taint of Dean.
Gahh...I'm so GLAD someone bumped this to the top because I had MISSED
this egregious bullshit at the time.
Purplenurple's spew is so vacuous and self-serving that I just bleep
past his every post, so I flicked past it, as per usual--giving THIS
shit-for-brains the impression that I AM scared.
LET ME ADDRESS THIS LATEST DELUSION OF HIS, *RIGHT NOW.*
Hey, YOU! C'mere...
Your '98 call in question was to the WREK studios--and like a
mercenary moron, you timed it right before I was supposed to go on the
goddamned air. I worked alone in the air studio, with no one to
distract me. Since my motivations are not EGO-DRIVEN (*ahem*), that
pre-show window was always a time of ass-clenching tension for me. I
had to have that vital time to *focus,* because I had so many
goddamned balls in the air that I needed to set up in sequence--FX
CDs, background music LPs, the work cassette of edits, the songs--not
to mention the fact I did much of my spoken passages live on the air,
switching off background music as I went. Sometimes I dragged 30
records up that long staircase to the station, my guts in a knot,
hoping that the next hour would come off without a hitch.
And THAT is when pulled your finger out of your flaccid sphincter to
dial your phone--and you just plopped your venal, amateur-night ass
down right in my way.
You called me long distance from fucking Canada to try to sweet-talk
me into letting you on my show. What the Hell--? You couldn't even do
your basic fucking research here--you didn't even know enough about
the format of "Bob"s SlackTime Funhouse to understand that it wasn't
some fatuous call-in show that you could just drop in on, to use me
and WREK to beat your delusional drum and to shit all over Stang's and
Philo's creations in your dubious quest for celebrity. You call me up
like some fucking fanboy and bother me right when I'm losing my mind
preparing to go on the air with something more complex than you can
understand, and what, you expected to be treated warmly?
I had no time for your arrogant bullshit. So I laughingly passed you
off by tossing your butt into an exitless maze of comparable circular
illogic. I was married at the time to a longwinded JFK researcher who
loved unresolvable arguments, so I handed the phone off to him and
went into the studio and broadcast my show--while my hubby kept you
arguing in tighter and tighter circles for the better part of an hour.
And it was on your nickel, too. Remember that?
And this rudeness of yours is what you use 11 fucking years later to
characterize me as being "scared shitless"? The fact that I was too
busy to bother with your nitshit personal agenda? The fact that I had
no time nor any inclination to soil myself with contact with you?
You really are certifiable, you know? Truly. I should consider that
before I bother turning my attentions to you: Are you even worth my
time and effort to engage? Because it's fruitless to try to work with
a tunneled-out mind. You've shown yourself to have no sense of
reality--which, to some, is the same as being a lying, cocksucking
sonofabitch--except you're the last one to know it, because you're
bugfuck crazy. It would hardly be real sport to go after an affectless
robot that just randomly strings together big words in a blur of
obfuscation and gobbledygook, helplessly going through the motions of
a some adolescent hacker's prank program which isn't funny any more,
and never was.
I don't waste my time with subjects which don't interest me. Without
that spark of intelligence, you're worthless to me, and off my radar.
So, the ball's in your court. What are you going to do now, come out
in a fucking duck suit and scuba flippers with an unstrung tennis
racket and a boombox blasting out your *yawn* greatest "hits"?
Ooh. I can't wait. Oo-wee.
I really can't wait, I'm going to bed. "Scared shitless"...Fuck you,
Marshall McLoser. You're chump change in human form.
*Kiss, kiss*
Susie
Rev. Susie the Floozie
thread is slipping off the radar with your lame-assed bullshit
unaddressed.
*BUMP!*
Modemac
I've added a permanent link at the Bob Dean page ( http://www.modemac.com/Bob_Dean
) to that message in which you tear him a new one, Susie. Now, all we
need to do is give you the proper tribute you deserve at the High
Weirdness Project, our SubGenius wiki. (For that matter, we still
need proper entries for Dr. Howll and Philo on there!)
--
The High Weirdness Project
http://www.modemac.com
Rev. Susie the Floozie
> I've added a permanent link at the Bob Dean page (http://www.modemac.com/Bob_Dean
> ) to that message in which you tear him a new one, Susie. Now, all we
> need to do is give you the proper tribute you deserve at the High
> Weirdness Project, our SubGenius wiki. (For that matter, we still
> need proper entries for Dr. Howll and Philo on there!)
Fine, do what you like with this, but look--
I'm not doing this for posterity, Modemac. This is a personal score.
Rev. Ivan Stang
Good luck on getting any kind of meaningful response. I suspect that
several years back we pumped about all the laughs out of this
particular fanboy-spurned that we are ever gonna get. He's tapped out.
At best he'll just find some URL that he considers to be powerful juju
and will post that 5 or 6 times on various threads. Or he'll just
pretend he didn't see your post.
CHUCKkey
> Every communication I've made, private and public, is a stalking.
>
> The public ones are all here:
>
> http://www.fivebodied.com/archives/audio/catalog/CompleteBobTimeline....
>
> The GREAT Bob Dobbs
you forgot one:
http://myspace.com/bobdeanispurple
RastaBillyBob
<revsusiethefloo...@gmail.com> wrote:
> So, the ball's in your court. What are you going to do now, come out
> in a fucking duck suit and scuba flippers with an unstrung tennis
> racket and a boombox blasting out your *yawn* greatest "hits"?
>
You've just handed him the format for his greatest hit. Here's hoping
he'll take it and run - to somewhere else.
When I first heard of Dean, was at the Boston Devival. Legume came on
stage, and said, "If the Canadian Bob is here, I'd like to see you
outside, for a little man-to-man talk." (or something like that) Well,
at that time, I thought he was talking about me, the only Canadian
Bobbie in the audience (as far as I knew). A bit of spotting on the
underwear, there. I might have been a newbie, but I knewbie that
fighting Legume was a fool's mission. I wish that had been the last I
ever heard of Bob Dean. Or, that he HAD been there, and Legume had
'talked' with him.
Rev. Ivan Stang
There was yet ANOTHER guy claiming to be "THE" "Bob" at that Boston
devival. I'll give him this much -- he did have dots all over his
face.
Rev. Susie the Floozie
> Good luck on getting any kind of meaningful response. I suspect that
> several years back we pumped about all the laughs out of this
> particular fanboy-spurned that we are ever gonna get. He's tapped out.
> At best he'll just find some URL that he considers to be powerful juju
> and will post that 5 or 6 times on various threads. Or he'll just
> pretend he didn't see your post.
Well. he cared e-fucking-nough to dish out that bitchy little swipe at
me, which earns me the right to take him by the hand and drag him out
on the dancefloor for a spin. Just one song--one short little song. No
EP-length disco-shit, either, no--something short, like an oldie. How
about "Respect"?--that's two minutes and change.
Think you can last two minutes with me, Deanie? I'll be looking you in
the eye the whole time, you chickenshit...
Your new girlfriend,
Susie
Zapanaz
fucking zing.
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
If I smoke too much weed I turn into a Pink Floyd instrumental
- Anonymous
:: Currently listening to How Many More Times, 1969, by Led Zeppelin, from "Led Zeppelin"
Mr. Mi-go
> Good luck on getting any kind of meaningful response. I suspect that
> several years back we pumped about all the laughs out of this
> particular fanboy-spurned that we are ever gonna get. He's tapped out.
> At best he'll just find some URL that he considers to be powerful juju
> and will post that 5 or 6 times on various threads. Or he'll just
> pretend he didn't see your post.
I have to wonder Staaaaaang, which JW book had the best illustrations,
in your opinion? I've been wondering about this for a while now, and
for curiosities sake, and to get that particular monkey to cool off,
could you please reply, postwaste?
As far as Dean is concerned, I'm more than a little miffed he shuffled
me off to Siberia at a young age with that gawdaweful stupid culture
book, depriving me of a great red-blooded american youth. Frankly,
speaking from there, and using me as a PRAWN, no less, AND having him
ride my body-brain (and not in the good way like Lady Erzulie), and
being made to look like a total asshole to everybody, and setting me
up on a totally unnecessary hate trip, and and and and and and many
more things, I'd like to give him a nuclear powered kick square in
the bawls. Clones are people too, um-kay!
Actually, to be terribly ASTUTE, I figure that book was a Dean n'
Stang compilation...
Dean and Jon... both on my hit o' hate list...
Rev. Susie the Floozie
> I have to wonder Staaaaaang, which JW book had the best illustrations,
> in your opinion? I've been wondering about this for a while now, and
> for curiosities sake, and to get that particular monkey to cool off,
> could you please reply, postwaste?
Oh, for fuck's sake, Mikey... Can't we hate coherently?
CHUCKkey
<revsusiethefloo...@gmail.com> wrote:
> Oh, for fuck's sake, Mikey... Can't we hate coherently?
That dumbass posts under a different name each week in hopes that
people will not figure it out and pay attention to whatever nonsense
he's spewing at the moment. He WISHES he was as good a k00k as Mikey.
purple
<revsusiethefloo...@gmail.com> wrote:
> On Jun 15, 5:51 pm, purple <pur...@tellurian.com> drooled:
>
> > You were scared shitless when I called you in June'98.
>
> > You ran off and hid behind Doug's skirts.
>
> > You've changed?
>
> > The GREAT Bob Dobbs
>
> ******************************************************
>
> I need a line of asterisks to separate me from the taint of Dean.
> Gahh...I'm so GLAD someone bumped this to the top because I had MISSED
> this egregious bullshit at the time.
>
> Purplenurple's spew is so vacuous and self-serving that I just bleep
> past his every post,
Hehehehehe... that's me, alright.
> so I flicked past it, as per usual--giving THIS
> shit-for-brains the impression that I AM scared.
Oh, you are.
> LET ME ADDRESS THIS LATEST DELUSION OF HIS, *RIGHT NOW.*
Useful.
> Hey, YOU! C'mere...
> Your '98 call in question was to the WREK studios--and like a
> mercenary moron, you timed it right before I was supposed to go on the
> goddamned air. I worked alone in the air studio, with no one to
> distract me. Since my motivations are not EGO-DRIVEN (*ahem*), that
> pre-show window was always a time of ass-clenching tension for me. I
> had to have that vital time to *focus,* because I had so many
> goddamned balls in the air that I needed to set up in sequence--FX
> CDs, background music LPs, the work cassette of edits, the songs--not
> to mention the fact I did much of my spoken passages live on the air,
> switching off background music as I went. Sometimes I dragged 30
> records up that long staircase to the station, my guts in a knot,
> hoping that the next hour would come off without a hitch.
I don't have that problem when I go on any electrified media. "More
with less" is my motto, and my mouth ranges far wider than any gizmos.
Try it if you dare. But you have to "relax and allow" for it to work.
> And THAT is when pulled your finger out of your flaccid sphincter to
> dial your phone--and you just plopped your venal, amateur-night ass
> down right in my way.
I knew nothing about you, never heard your show, never have. My office
help points and I dial... quite indifferently, I might add. Next time,
take the call and forget your show.
> You called me long distance from fucking Canada to try to sweet-talk
> me into letting you on my show.
Nope, I called from New York City where I had been living since 1993.
I live here now:
http://www.fivebodied.com/viewtopic.php?t=4063
I don't know why my office staff got me to call you back then. I think
it had something to do with X-Day which was coming up. I certainly
recall them having me call American SubGenies to warn them X-day had
already happened in early Feb., 1988.
> What the Hell--? You couldn't even do
> your basic fucking research here--you didn't even know enough about
> the format of "Bob"s SlackTime Funhouse to understand that it wasn't
> some fatuous call-in show that you could just drop in on, to use me
> and WREK to beat your delusional drum and to shit all over Stang's and
> Philo's creations in your dubious quest for celebrity.
As I told you above, I don't do research... on anything. I had no idea
why my employees were getting me to call YOU, in particular. It's
their joke. I like to humor them - they deserve it, they do topdog
work for me.
And furthermore, I don't have any interest in Doug or Philo's
creations. I'm not up on those, either.
> You call me up
> like some fucking fanboy and bother me right when I'm losing my mind
> preparing to go on the air with something more complex than you can
> understand,
No, you're absolutely mistaken there. Nothing more complex than my
work/play. Take a couple of months and go through this stuff - you'll
see what I mean:
http://www.fivebodied.com/archives/audio/catalog/CompleteBobTimeline.html
> and what, you expected to be treated warmly?
I don't have any expectations... but I do scare people, especially
American SubGenies.
> I had no time for your arrogant bullshit. So I laughingly passed you
> off by tossing your butt into an exitless maze of comparable circular
> illogic. I was married at the time to a longwinded JFK researcher who
> loved unresolvable arguments, so I handed the phone off to him and
> went into the studio and broadcast my show--while my hubby kept you
> arguing in tighter and tighter circles for the better part of an hour.
Yes, I recall (only because I have an awesome memory and can pretty
well remember every human interaction I've ever had in these past 87
years) we had a fun conversation. He DID tell me a lot of personal
anecdotes about you. I could see there was trouble coming for your
relationship. But remember, I had no concrete idea who he was telling
on.
> And it was on your nickel, too. Remember that?
Nope, I haven't paid for a phone call since the mid-Eighties... and
I'm on the phone a LOT.
> And this rudeness of yours is what you use 11 fucking years later to
> characterize me as being "scared shitless"?
I like to think of it as my workers' "rudeness". But that's (referring
to your terror) what your former husband told me at the time. And
later, serendipitously, I heard the same from other acquaintances of
yours. Don't remember who. That's the thing (perhaps it's my usual
xenochrony) - I keep hearing about you SubGenie people from casual
encounters. It probably started with Matt Groening in Oct., 1977, in
LA. You can hear all about that here:
> The fact that I was too
> busy to bother with your nitshit personal agenda? The fact that I had
> no time nor any inclination to soil myself with contact with you?
Speak for yourself.
> You really are certifiable, you know?
So.
> Truly. I should consider that
> before I bother turning my attentions to you: Are you even worth my
> time and effort to engage?
Only if you do your homework... the same I've recommended day in and
day out for 25 years.
> Because it's fruitless to try to work with
> a tunneled-out mind. You've shown yourself to have no sense of
> reality--which, to some, is the same as being a lying, cocksucking
> sonofabitch--except you're the last one to know it, because you're
> bugfuck crazy.
BBWWWAHAHAHA... that I am!!
> It would hardly be real sport to go after an affectless
> robot that just randomly strings together big words in a blur of
> obfuscation and gobbledygook, helplessly going through the motions of
> a some adolescent hacker's prank program which isn't funny any more,
> and never was.
Big words? BBWWWAHAHAHA... you're into entertainment, right? Try on
these "big words" (10 episodes so far, so lots of them):
http://www.archive.org/search.php?query=bobandben
> I don't waste my time with subjects which don't interest me. Without
> that spark of intelligence, you're worthless to me, and off my radar.
Big mistake, Annie.
> So, the ball's in your court. What are you going to do now, come out
> in a fucking duck suit and scuba flippers with an unstrung tennis
> racket and a boombox blasting out your *yawn* greatest "hits"?
No, I would just advise: IF YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK WITH ME, YOU BETTER
BE READY TO FUCK!!!
> Ooh. I can't wait. Oo-wee.
>
> I really can't wait, I'm going to bed. "Scared shitless"...Fuck you,
> Marshall McLoser. You're chump change in human form.
>
> *Kiss, kiss*
> Susie
Here's me and McLuhan, scaredy pants:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ccVfit8Oqw&feature=player_embedded
Luv ya, mean it.
The GREAT Bob Dobbs
Zapanaz
<pur...@tellurian.com> wrote:
>As I told you above, I don't do research... on anything.
exactly.
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
30 QUATLOOS ON THE EARTHLING
:: Currently listening to Martini Five-O, 1998, by The Blue Hawaiians, from "Big Waves (Five Decades of Surf Rock)"
Rev. Ivan Stang
Right. Susie, any time you see an especially silly, New-Age-y, blither-
blathery post from some dorky new name, look at the "Google Profile"
and see if the name has this behind it:
This is the feeb Deanie we call That Guy. He changes names or re-uses
old ones several times a day. I don't think he does it to escape kill
filters, because I don't think he really understands what a kill
filter is. He just does it for attention. It has gotten him plenty of
attention. This kind of attention.
He's on the Brushwood/devival banned kooks list along with Acid
Burnout Man, the 111-Kook and various others. I mean the Non-Other
others. The "Hot-tub-Shitters." Deliberate annoyances. YOU know.
He can't be deprogrammed. I tried being gentle, and then I tried being
blunt. Nothing worked. His general comprehension level seems to be
about on par with Schizobeck's.
Let me put it this way. He would make a typical 1990s "Bob's" Slack
Time Fun House co-host.
Mr. Mi-go
>
> <revsusiethefloo...@gmail.com> wrote:
> > Oh, for fuck's sake, Mikey... Can't we hate coherently?
Too much to hate now, so many things and people to despise.
>
> That dumbass posts under a different name each week in hopes that
> people will not figure it out and pay attention to whatever nonsense
> he's spewing at the moment. He WISHES he was as good a k00k as Mikey.
I remember when he was born.
Frankly I'm beginning to have that total pure universal hate Nenslo
was famous for.
Don't believe me? It doesn't matter.
Mr. Mi-go
> He can't be deprogrammed. I tried being gentle, and then I tried being
> blunt. Nothing worked. His general comprehension level seems to be
> about on par with Schizobeck's.
It's not hard to comprehend whats happening. Your killfilters prevent
expressions of personality in your generative matrix, that is your
world, of those persons who you can't stand or don't like. It also
bars people from your dreams and your life, except on little odd
things like the internet and all.
It's imagination that's probably causing this... wait that was a very
interesting freudian slip that just happened now. Hehehe...
Actually it's more like "things" or "ideas" jump into my head and then
I express them.
I know WHO I am, and WHY I am doing most of the things I'm doing. I
fucking created you guys, although most of your own problems are your
own.
I've had to do a lot to recover from the major assault on my system
due to drug use and other problems, including looking into what I
thought was "Bob", and for want of collapsing you on myself I
diffused.
Truthfully I was being nice about that.
Theres constant external programming cues from terminals EVERYWHERE,
and I just don't like being bothered to replay the same bloody role
over and over and over again.
"Change the channels" right? Well I've been inspecting lots of
important minutia all over the place, not for any "express purpose",
but just to get a heading on my bearing.
Yes, I happen to be solipsistic, and thats pretty stupid, yes. It's
also a way of preserving those things of value and relation to my
experience of life.
You know what? Fuck the networking online, this is stupid, and we
won't agree on anything, yet.
S.O.D.D.I.
"Rev. Susie the Floozie" <revsusiet...@gmail.com> wrote:
> Oh, for fuck's sake, Mikey... Can't we hate coherently?
Mr. Mi-go thinks he is a Tcho-tcho person from the Plateau of Leng.
He's a boring little feeb who needs to get his balls slapped back every
couple weeks or so.
Rev. Susie the Floozie
Okay--first off, "all right" is always spelled in two words. Now that
that's out of the way...
Listen--if I were scared of you I would have just let it slide. But
I'm approaching you straight-on to even this bullshit out, because I
don't like strangers spreading lies about me. I came to YOU--is this
the behavior of someone who's intimidated by you? You don't seem to
really know much about people--or perhaps you just don't know much
about me.
But you THINK you know me, and that's enough for you. Dead-on
research, Dude--you profile me from a random conversation you once had
with someone else. And then you try to rattle me by hinting that my
husband had just opened up to you and spilled his guts about me--? You
obviously don't know *him*, either. And you claim he told you I was
"terrified" of you? Why the hell would he have said that, when I'm
NOT? But the thing that points out your transparent bullshit here is
that somehow all of this inside information you "have" on me doesn't
come into play here--because there is none. Hey, go act all obscure
with someone who gives a shit.
Oh, your "mouth ranges wide," all right--as does your rich
imagination. I laughed at the suggestion that I should take your call
and forget my show--! Oh, yeah, I'm jumping at the chance to beat your
flaccid drum--NEVER. I entertain my audience; I don't bombard them
with clotted semantics and rehashed psychosociological gobbledygook in
order to make a name for myself.
It's also a lame matter of semantics that you were living in NYC and
not Canada at the time--the point I was making was that you were still
calling me at the station to interrupt me with nothing but a venal
purpose. In my book, that's balls-out rude. I don't go down to your
streetcorner and fuck with your pencils, bob, and I expect the same. I
get professional courtesy from fellow professionals--it's a good
barometer for weeding out the posers.
And I casnnot stress this ENOUGH--No, you don't scare me. Not a whit.
What you DO is you wear me out, eye-rollingly so. Your trip is
tiresome and inconsequential to me--as much as my shit is to you, for
perspective. I don't care about the axe you have to grind, and I'm not
going to click on your links and immerse myself in your self-serving
mania with your little friend Ben. Oh, he's a darling himself. Even
with two of you, there's no "there" there. I make my own smoke and
mirrors, thank you, and my plate is full enough of interesting things.
Waxing your surfboard topless isn't on my agenda.
But for some reason, you can't give up this "I scare girls" shit--it's
like you NEED me to be afraid of you, or you'll get no validation. Oh,
yeah, that big scary threat at the end--Ooh, YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK WITH
ME, all caps. That's really sweet and level-headed--I disagree with
you because you're slurring me, and then you just go off and start
yelling hysterical ALL CAPS threats at a girl. That is pretty fucking
pathetic. I thought you were supposed to be a master of the written
form, but here you show a very telling failing--why is it that with me
your words can't carry enough weight in this argument, without
resorting to such common, thuglike behaviors as internet threats?
What, are you going to send some of your "employees" to my doorstep to
rough me up? Whoa, that'd be a real feather in your crap, wouldn't it?
And cheap, too--you won't have to send many. Like I pointed out, I'm
just a girl--a girl whose only trangression is that she's ignoring you
on a newsgroup. Ooh, a mighty man like you can't countenance that kind
of dissing, not from a chick. She's gonna pay... I can see it now--the
rung doorbell, the burning gunnysack of dogshit on my porch, the
squeal of tires speeding into the night... Oh, right, Hell is gonna
yawn up and yield its dead for you over *this* nitshit deal.
So we're at an impasse--why don't we just agree to disagree, because
our twains are never going to meet, and we should face it. You're
admittedly bugfuck crazy, as you stated in the previous post, while I
myself prefer to enjoy my own warped reality--and we'll never see eye
to eye. So why waste our time. I said my piece. My words carry weight.
On the sole up side, I must say your use of capitalization gave me a
bit of a refreshing break, because your other fellow evolutionary dead
ends can't seem to use a shift key. That's handy to note--that's how
I'll tell your spoor apart from the rest of the kook scat in the
future.
Now beat it. Like you've BEEN beatin' it--OFF.
Lotsa love right back to you,
Susie
purple
What I meant in my previous post was:
The only way you're going to get out of this hysterical knot you've
woven yourself into because of me is to FUCK "someone else".
The GREAT Bob Dobbs
Rev. Susie the Floozie
> The only way you're going to get out of this hysterical knot you've
> woven yourself into because of me is to FUCK "someone else".
And just what the bloody blue hell is THAT supposed to mean?
If I fuck someone, you'll LEAVE?
Then let the exorcism BEGIN! The line forms at my rear, boys!
The Right Rev. El Bonobo Bandito
See what happens when I make a casual observation.
Imaging the Hellish Kookpour if I had actually FOCUSED AND PLANNED
THIS OUT.
Nice backstore on Deano BTW.
Rev Dr Feit C Taj
was shown here on 16 Jun 2009:
I wouldn't know.
I figured out how to permanently killfile his pimpled ass months ago.
Ask me how.
--
http://myinnerspoiledchild.com
I'm here. You can't see me. But I'm here.
-A booger
In the egg salad
Ruby Tuesday Salad Bar
Zapanaz
<pur...@tellurian.com> wrote:
>What I meant in my previous post was:
>
>My God, my brain is twitching and spasming as if I had an original
>thought, but all I can seem to type with my fingers is asinine
>bullshit.
>
>SOMEBODY VALIDATE MY PATHETIC FUCKING EXISTENCE!
No.
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
My skull is stuffed with dead sparrows, but my BREATH is CLEAN and
MINTY-FRESH!
:: Currently listening to Asian Beauty, 2005, by Chillmakers, from "Bedouin Caf�"
Mr. Mi-go
> Mr. Mi-go thinks he is a Tcho-tcho person from the Plateau of Leng.
>
> He's a boring little feeb who needs to get his balls slapped back every
> couple weeks or so.
I think your'e brain would taste pretty good with a dash of curry,
while dressed in a yellow robe inside my plush cave which I timeshare
with Osama Bin Laden.
I left Leng a long time ago, rents cheaper in Afganistan, rugs are
nicer too.
Rev. Ivan Stang
Case in point.
Rev. Back It On Up 13
dirka dirka!
Pisces
mosdef dirkadirka
Zapanaz
wrote:
pinsheem whoom walla
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S.O.D.D.I.
"Zapanaz" <http://joecosby.com/code/mail.pl?foo=@mindspring.com> wrote in
message news:h5fi355pdd0jd5fl9...@4ax.com...
> On Wed, 17 Jun 2009 11:03:40 -0700 (PDT), Pisces <KVan...@gmail.com>
> wrote:
>
>>On Jun 17, 1:56 pm, "Rev. Back It On Up 13" <eviel...@aol.com> wrote:
>>> On Jun 17, 12:13 pm, "Mr. Mi-go" <zevillkaa...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>>>
>>> > On Jun 16, 5:55 pm, "S.O.D.D.I." <mu...@jumbo.com> wrote:
>>>
>>> > > Mr. Mi-go thinks he is a Tcho-tcho person from the Plateau of Leng.
>>>
>>> > > He's a boring little feeb who needs to get his balls slapped back
>>> > > every
>>> > > couple weeks or so.
>>>
>>> > I think your'e brain would taste pretty good with a dash of curry,
>>> > while dressed in a yellow robe inside my plush cave which I timeshare
>>> > with Osama Bin Laden.
>>>
>>> > I left Leng a long time ago, rents cheaper in Afganistan, rugs are
>>> > nicer too.
>>>
>>> dirka dirka!
>>
>>mosdef dirkadirka
>
> pinsheem whoom walla
> --
ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long