,... $$$$ $$$$T""P$$$ba, ,gd&P""T&bg. ,gd&P""T&bg. ggggggggggg $$$$ $$$$$b d$$$$ $$$$b d$$$$ $$$$$b ggggggggggg """"""""""" $$$$ $$$$$$ $$$$$ $$$$$ $$$$$bxxP&$$&P """"""""""" $$$$ $$$$$$ T$$$$ $$$$P T$$$$ $$$"""""" " """" $$$$$$ "T&$bxxd$&P" "T&$bxx$$$$$' " """"""$$$ """ """""" """ ggg "And Thus She Survives" ggg $$$ by - Anodyne $$$ $$$ $$$ $$$ [ HOE E-Zine #993 -- 12/25/99 -- http://www.hoe.nu ] .,$$$ `"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""' Don't worry, this won't take too long. After all, it would be very uncaring of me to waste your precious minutes with drivel like this. Although, it is not puerility that I am worried about, it's superannuation. Wisdom comes with Time and the draining of the sand. Now build some sand castles before its gone. Rake those designs, go ahead. Books cannot offer much except crude representations of what is locked in the mind, and royalty checks. You know what is inside you. Do marks on the page clear it up for you? I saw Language spinning the Wheel of Fortune the other day, and he hit Bankrupt and the lady from Wyoming ended up winning the yacht. Half an hour later Alex Trebek was muttering something about the world's highest roller coaster, forgetting that mothers and daughters were screaming in delightful descent that very day. You could be out splashing in puddles right now. Last I checked there is no drought. Why then must there be scarcity of levity? Of course, philosophers argue that nobody accomplishes anything through happiness. Go starve in the streets like the mangy dogs you are, you frivolous childish happy little petty people. Philosophers argue and therein is their indictment. Excerpt from a philosopher's resume: EXPERIENCE Opposing positions disproved: 18 Can't you graybeards and your sycophantic collegiate disciples say Yes for once? Bend your necks up from those musty tomes and breathe a little life. Trade that dust for a pail and a shovel. - A lonely tear running in a rivulet Down a wrinkled cheek pooling in Despair No words comfort my lady anymore And death seems not an ending but repair Behind those eyes a hammer pounds on a Coffin nail and the ghost of Poe hovers silent And in front of those eyes everything Is bright and butter scotch and here a child And there a kitten and a puppy dancing and so My lady looks outside [--------------------------------------------------------------------------] [ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #993, BY ANODYNE - 12/25/99 ]