Subject:    Re: The Deconstruction of Falling Posts 
             (a few 1000 more last words)
From:       Blackhawk
Date:       Thu, 05 Mar 1998
Message-ID: <>

In article <>
(Captain Infinity) wrote:

> In article <>:
> Blackhawk wrote *some* of these things:

> >Some people will define this as Dharma, some will call it snychronicty,

> Greg will call it Marsha, The Police will call it "Zenyattà Mondatta", and

you can call me herring, but don't call me on Sunday because I know that 
> >some will call it nonsense, some say "you get out what you put in", Fritz

> Freling will say "What's Up, Doc?", and a hooker I once dated named Paula

said "Get it up cock", a woman in Isley said "What a crock" and star Minnie
> >Pearls said "Garbage-in, Garbage-out" and for me the whole thing goes much

> faster than the colon-blow you get when eating oatmeal and broccoli but not

> >deeper than that. 

And then only on alternate Sundays.
> In spite of my experience aboard the Mothership and the therapy afterwards, 

I still laughed when he said "oatmeal/broccoli colon-blow". It fits because
> >I believe that almost everything happens for a reason and that every

> snowflake is unique and poisonous.  Lately I've been receiving a subliminal

Transmission from the aliens. I tried tinfoil to keep it out, but still the
> >"message" in the form of words or people or events that comes our way is a

> different path we must follow.  What's that in the road, a head?  I dislike

small lumps of squishy green stuff in my armpits, which is really sort of a
> >"first-person" communication. The trick, of course, is to see the truth in

> the idea that dehydrated Martians only come in Green, not Purple, so repeat

after me "Arglebargle froogle woosh". You must do this in front of a cop, do
> >that and "hear" the message you're trying to send yourself. Some people

> will fasten, then zip; others tuck and roll.  The goblins in my maple trees

eat the soft poisonous snowflakes and die. When this happens in October, some
> >will say people only see what they're looking for, but that's why all

> my socks and underwear are hidden by my wife.  She and her evil twin think 

I'm a cunning linguist. Captain Infinity says this too, but I know that this
> >communication really is "first person".

> Each week my neighbors put their trash and recyclables out by the curb, but

sometimes I have to dispose of the small lumps of squishy green stuff so
> >I carry it out further to the extent that I believe most of the things

> we throw away belong in the middle of the street.  I think that the stuff

from my armpits is really from dehydrated Martians. I also think that the things
> >that really "annoy" us about others are things we ourselves do to a

> excessive degree, like two or three times daily, resulting in rawness to a

set of armpits that turns them red and causes purple puss to form to
> >greater or lesser extent. We don't approve of those behaviours in

> monkeys in the zoo, though we still videotape it for the bowling team and

watch them on Wednesday after Babylon 5, after that we jerk-off with
> >ourselves and feel perfectly justified in our positions against those who

> send their tapes to Bob Saget, because ours are funnier!  Dreaming attachés

and other brief subjects only makes it worse, these are the things that
> >annoy us with the "unconscious" reminder. It's the old "how did I

> fall asleep in the bathtub?  Where are my pants?  And why can't anyone

make this green stuff in their crotch?  Why can't Captain Infinity
> >recognize what he's doing so easily" joke. 


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