Subject: Re: Oh my god B5 is not dead at all From: Lori Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.tv,alt.fan.tom-servo Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2000 Message-ID: <39007f45.14929419@News.CIS.DFN.DE> ayung wrote some of this: >All I am asking you to do is to resend the things that you have already sent, things you haven't sent, things you thought about, & things you >posted, in public, to my email account. Contents remain exactly the way they were packaged; may settle during shipment. It all tastes the >same, only the delivery method differs. If there is ever going to be a day that I'm allowed to see the sun again, I better escape, just in >case, it is the content that is of consequence in court (if it comes to visit me, that is. Does this make any sense? Wait, don't answer >that) which I assume you are standing by. Uttering threat across the vast wasteland known as the space between my ears and calling it a >telecommunication network is a federal crime. Whether it is through e- liminating the fungus between my toes or wiping my nasal drips on some >mail or a usenet post is of no importance. My only interest in having sex is when I watch Janet Reno on TV. Why I wrote her a poem and sent >it in email is to tie tyler.net closer to this so they will have to tie us up together in order to make me happy. But I want her to >choose side instead of being a netural third party. But if you think it is difficult for me to write these things, you're right! Reading this >will put you deeper into the hole than without the e-mail, fine. Don't blame me. I never learned grammer anyway. This is why I want to >send it through email. The Message ID and reference of the usenet post make no sense to me. They make me see dead people. So this post here >will have to suffice. It just means a little more work for me to make a peanut butter and PEEP sandwich that sticks to my mouth. Does >tyler.net realize they are part of this and cannot take non-actions. Are there any tyler.fish caught in that tyler.net? Hmmmmm??????? >All I need from you now is a final make-my-day type of response. > >This is like two guys in a bar yelling "lets go!" at each other. Except that we're not in a bar, and I'm not a guy. But don't tell on me, OK? >I am pretty certain the only one that can get into real trouble is you. But that's my meds talking. I don't want you to leave laughing at me. >Therefore I am only going to do this if you explicitly want to escalate yourself onto a pedestal. And I do mean explicitly! I get off on >this. Give me a simple yes or no. Don't go cry baby on me either. I will start crying too and then we'll have a flood! My idiotic blather >dismissed you twice off hand before already. I didn't ask for your forgiveness because I was too afraid. Back then I had no balls, >retraction or apology and I still don't. I explicitly said I wasn't a guy, remember? Yesterday I found a dead cat and kissed it. I was >going to take things further but you just come back with the second dose of tranquilizers and things get all fuzzy & I can't even count to >one. It is put up or shut up time. Freedom of speech protected all your "death threats", which I know were just jokes. You must be sick of my >childish taunts already. You alone decided to cross the line. Maybe you should try using some of my words back at me. For example, say, "I >don't think such line exists or your ego is so big there is no more space to put your spleen." You're so smart, I don't know how you have >room for your brain. In any case we can find out at your expenses. > >Well. Yes or no. I got the time if you want it. It doesn't take 30 pills to put me under, usually only 25 or so, but it takes about 50 >exchanges to answer a simple question. -- Lori "Maybe it's the pure sugar rush that ensues five seconds after you pop a Peep in your mouth. Some folks find it blissful; others shudder in disgust at the mere thought. Arguably, though, those marshmallow Circus Peanuts provide the same result. And, safe to say, nobody devotes parody porn sites to them." - salon.com on Marshmallow Peeps
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