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Sleepy:
The items available from the UK on EBay are dire though:- a piece of chewing gum, one slipper, a pinenut and an organic carrot. Getting Money Order is such a hassle.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:18:07 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Buy the pinenut. You know you want to.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:20:58 pm)

Queenie:
Tough question...Literally, it's about four people (main characters) that all live in the same Single Room Occupancy hotel, ie a flophouse. One is an Irish writer/bouncer/harley enthusiast, one is a former carnival sideshow performer turned panhandler - but with great flair and style, one is a gay tuba player who never, ever speaks and is obsessed with being just like the character "Frank" created by Tom Waits, and the last is a young, virginal teenage Jehovah's Witness - kid sister to the Frank guy - who comes to the city and is brutalized in yucky ways.
Abstract: It's about the period of time between twenty and thirty when most artists realize that their dreams probably won't come true...and the struggle between holding on to your art and living like a bohemian, or abandoning your dreams and becoming one of the sheep. Also about how cruel the world can be to weirdos with big weird dreams..
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:22:10 pm)

Sleepy:
Interesting. How much have you written so far? I don't think I'd have the discipline.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:24:05 pm)

Chewing Wax:
I see
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:24:48 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Sounds a bit like a Tennessee Williams play.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:26:08 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Not any in particular. Just in the juxtaposition of interesting characters in one central setting.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:26:43 pm)

:
Any one eyed Chinamen?
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:29:41 pm)

Sleepy:
There's one in kitchen, I think.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:30:25 pm)

Queenie:
No, but there' s bellydancing midgets. And a middle eastern slum lord with ties to the japanese mafia.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:31:04 pm)

Queenie:
I'm not actually writing it, my friend and I are co-conceptualizing it together, but he's doing the actual pen to paper bit. Then when it's all done, it will be my job to illustrate it with photographs. I have mostly all the parts already "cast" and we hope to start shooting this summer. The first draft of the text is almost done.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:32:10 pm)

Queenie:
I have to say that the universe DOES PROVIDE! I was bummed about having to throw out my frozen salad, but then the office is having some sort of catered thing for some reason or another. Free food!
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:33:01 pm)

Queenie:
I have embarassingly loud hiccups.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:35:02 pm)

Chewing Wax:

(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:35:18 pm)

Sleepy:
Illustrating it with photographs sounds like fun. I started writing a sitcom with a friend once. We lost our sense of humour in five minutes.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:35:24 pm)

:
Free food!urp!
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:35:34 pm)

Sleepy:
'It's all happening perfectly' as Susan Jeffers would say.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:36:39 pm)

Sleepy:

I was there! This should be mine!
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:38:15 pm)

Sleepy:
$60 on EBay.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:39:08 pm)

Sleepy:
Sorry it's such a massive picture.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:39:26 pm)

Chewing Wax:
What year was that?
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:40:52 pm)

Sleepy:
1985.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:41:26 pm)

Queenie:
This story has gotten only more perverse.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:41:35 pm)

:
Queen Victoria Is a large black slug in Piccadilly, Manchester
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:45:07 pm)

Sleepy:
Is that so? I have to go now. Take care all. Bye.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 4:46:02 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Me too. A bit later. Night
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 5:09:30 pm)

Queenie:
I've come to realize that Robyn Hitchcock does not react well with getting dumped by women.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 5:15:50 pm)

Queenie:
"It must be horrifying being you"
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 5:16:01 pm)

Myk Murphy:
sorry i've missed you all.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 5:27:09 pm)

(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 5:37:26 pm)

Ken Kesey:
Would you care for a glass of Kool-Aid?
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 5:37:58 pm)

:
-- In Romford, England, Philip Pyne, 51, off work last summer and intending to do some heavy drinking but worried that he might fall off his bar stool if he got too drunk, attempted to tack his legs onto the stool with nails but abandoned the idea in pain and called an ambulance.
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 5:46:57 pm)

Queenie:
My old man WROTE that book, baby!
(Tue Feb 29, 2000 - 6:53:35 pm)