FCDC circa 1970
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nozeno
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It lured you in didn't it?
Carmel
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No dear, that's "alluring".
Commander Birdsong
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this one's for you emma
yo!
bennett!
i'm toulouse lowtech and no good with these newfangled superhetrodyne typewriters. i press the curser on the "x" and get nada. could you post the photo where i can see it?
no matter if you don't, i'm sure i know it(this post will make only slightly less sense if i'm wrong. m. poisson will still smell the same) it appears my fish has taken the bait. the vocalists of the smerdiakov chorus share a cacophonous pitch, incomprehensible but predictable. he has played the card i slipped into his deck. i always thought he'd have me cornered whe he played it but mr. fish has besmirched his immaculate cunning and spilled where i have an audience.
ahh, this is sweeeeet. bittersweet but sweeeeet.
and in a forum where he can heckle all he will but cannot cut my comm.
and perfect timing to begin to feed him his feast. tens of millions of tables set to receive a roasted turkey and centered on his my dead son who died slow begging to see his father one last time.
o, how you must gloat, mr. fish, at the sweet viands you will feast upon as good men weep and women shield their children's eyes.
and garnished in resplendence.
thirsty mr. fish?
i sit here at a library desk in sight of scars on my left arm and you may savor the blood spurting therefrom the gentle august evening in '75. do you already know what befell a few days thereafter? have you already doubled over with laughter or is it a new delight for you to anticipate with glee?
there will be so much for you to glut upon. i don't think you'll nuke this website though you may posess the cybertech to do so. it wouldn't work would it? it's beings are webbed and could recreate the exchange. still you might opt for the coup de grace. i don't know who you are and you do know where i am, in the open, a "live free or die" newhampshireman where the rubber meets the road with the morning sun, the evening stars in my eyes, the fresh air off the ocean in my hair and not much else. i'll have my affairs straightened out by turkey time tomorrow. and as of september the one essential project which MUST be done advanced beyond the line where my death cannot stop it.
you can kill me mr. fish.
you can't make me fear you.
loser.
so much to come...
bon appetit mr. fish.
Who is this in this pic? I know it's someone we know but I can't quite put my finger on it.
yo!
bennett!
i'm toulouse lowtech and no good with these newfangled superhetrodyne typewriters. i press the curser on the "x" and get nada. could you post the photo where i can see it?
no matter if you don't, i'm sure i know it(this post will make only slightly less sense if i'm wrong. m. poisson will still smell the same) it appears my fish has taken the bait. the vocalists of the smerdiakov chorus share a cacophonous pitch, incomprehensible but predictable. he has played the card i slipped into his deck. i always thought he'd have me cornered whe he played it but mr. fish has besmirched his immaculate cunning and spilled where i have an audience.
ahh, this is sweeeeet. bittersweet but sweeeeet.
and in a forum where he can heckle all he will but cannot cut my comm.
and perfect timing to begin to feed him his feast. tens of millions of tables set to receive a roasted turkey and centered on his my dead son who died slow begging to see his father one last time.
o, how you must gloat, mr. fish, at the sweet viands you will feast upon as good men weep and women shield their children's eyes.
and garnished in resplendence.
thirsty mr. fish?
i sit here at a library desk in sight of scars on my left arm and you may savor the blood spurting therefrom the gentle august evening in '75. do you already know what befell a few days thereafter? have you already doubled over with laughter or is it a new delight for you to anticipate with glee?
there will be so much for you to glut upon. i don't think you'll nuke this website though you may posess the cybertech to do so. it wouldn't work would it? it's beings are webbed and could recreate the exchange. still you might opt for the coup de grace. i don't know who you are and you do know where i am, in the open, a "live free or die" newhampshireman where the rubber meets the road with the morning sun, the evening stars in my eyes, the fresh air off the ocean in my hair and not much else. i'll have my affairs straightened out by turkey time tomorrow. and as of september the one essential project which MUST be done advanced beyond the line where my death cannot stop it.
you can kill me mr. fish.
you can't make me fear you.
loser.
so much to come...
bon appetit mr. fish.
uncle sam
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Since - then-- I've never walked in your shoes nor you mine. You've become quite the wordsmith and I congratulate you and your written accomplishments.I will and do declare that "I will concede the point" due to your own efforts to extend good-will to those that deserve it. It so appears that "you are one of those that try to help" and that is a huge thing in my world so "I will again--think what I originally thought on meeting you--- " You are one funny guy"-- a delightful fellow !!!
Dark Phoenix
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nozeno
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Dark Phoenix
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Holy hell, you're scaring the children and me.
blow it out your ass, Nozzy.
nozeno
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Blow what out my ass?
Mystic
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Mystic
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It. Blow it. It this it that. You know, it.
After all this is the It Universe.
It's hot.
It's cold.
It's wet.
It's blue.
It's over there.
So, blow it out yer ass. Of course. Easy.
nozeno
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Dark Phoenix
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nexus100
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Damn, he looks satisfied!
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CarmeloOrchards
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Carmel
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So does she!
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