From juno Wed Jan 26 15:43:27 1994 Received: by garfield.catt.ncsu.edu (5.65/SAM-SRS 04-23-91 00:53:48) id AA15748; Wed, 26 Jan 1994 15:43:23 -0500 From: juno (Mary Pat) Posted-Date: Wed, 26 Jan 94 15:43:21 EST Received-Date: Wed, 26 Jan 1994 15:43:23 -0500 Message-Id: <9401262043.AA15748@garfield.catt.ncsu.edu> Subject: just a tiny little greeting To: jackal (texture), rcw (rcw), drmellow (drmellow) Date: Wed, 26 Jan 94 15:43:21 EST Cc: juno (WonderWoman) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.3 PL11] Status: OR lookin at the list boy im getting pissed staying up til 3am theres so much i havent missed bull bile and baul are gonna take a fall knock over your king and nail it to the wall no imagination suck the big blue nation whack-a-mole neematoad eat up all creation batmans silly til the train dont stop my optic nerve is severed and my eyes go pop crop the mop, hop on pop, clip the cop dead til ya drop "watashi wa, enpitsu desu." the battle cry is heard from migi no hoo to hidari no hoo there sits the fine green bird je pense donc je suis i aint gotta pee my bladder is larger than that bile baul and bull will fill up your hull with narsty images and wine that will mull lets try to scull and grate the hull on a nice rye bun i had a brain that once could swim through jello and mud and gold my bones are wet my knuckles are dry my ribs can neatly fold and one day my nose will fly on out i dont know why, if truth be told baul and bull and bile are gone for the world is only i i feel like changing the world for a mo and eat a noodle pie but im sick of noodles so i think i ll be lazy and go with my default link and so ill let this one continue fly and be free but be carefull next time you keep me up til three you dont know whats pulling the yarn through my ears my mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun, for i have none to speak of, and even none. twould be a narsty thing if i had one anyway id burn to a frizzle in the light of her day (assuming of course, she can get some suns hooked into her sockets) i spit in your eye i laugh til you cry i know you will die but i wont say why and tho we may fry before saying bye bye and home we must hie in the ground in the sky we could let the dogs try to bury bones in the sty while in jello we lie and thus i end my reply mp bonzai!