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Decoy:
Can't waste a musket ball. Spaniards. What good are they? With the horse drowning and small pox, and genocide and the gold ships, and the hey hey hey...
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 4:52:45 pm)

Detlef Sping:
there was a horse from kilkenny,
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 4:53:03 pm)

Chewing :
Mmmm. Tapas
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 4:53:17 pm)

Detlef Sping:
or was it nantucket?
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 4:53:31 pm)

Decoy:
Saw that coming.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 4:53:55 pm)

Chewing :
I didn't.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 4:56:21 pm)

Decoy:
The once were ten horses from Iberia
Spaniards becalmed and hysteria
In the water they threw them
They threw each of them over
And Legs furiously pumping.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 4:57:40 pm)

Decoy:
That's the short version.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 4:58:00 pm)

Decoy:
See yahs!
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 4:58:18 pm)

(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 4:58:52 pm)

(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:00:41 pm)

Chewing :
Bye
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:01:20 pm)

Bye.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:02:53 pm)

Detlef Sping:
She seems cheerful.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:03:28 pm)

Detlef Sping:
or drunk.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:03:43 pm)

bela:
that is the worst Marilyn gettup I've ever seen.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:05:56 pm)

Detlef Sping:
Or insane.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:06:04 pm)

:
"It hurts," Johnny said. Two days later, his hair was just beginning to come back in. The Russians had removed the staples from his face, sealing the scars with a protein glue. A lightshow played in Johnny's head. No images, just silent fireworks. He had not had any contact with Sumi since the surgery. She was in quarantine, and from the noises Conover was making, Johnny thought she might on life-support. Unconsciously, he found himself relying on the old wisdom to keep going. It was a matter of accepting each moment as a unique entity, allowing observer and the observed to merge and thus keep the panic and horror from overwhelming him. The Buddhists were right in that, at least, Johnny thought. He found that he was able to meditate for short periods of time and that seemed to help. Now, something was tickling his eyes; ants crawled up his optic nerves, marched through his skull to his brain where they laid tiny eggs that burst into super novas, scattering colors he could not name.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:12:18 pm)

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Johnny walked numbly back to the examination chair, fell into the seat, covering his face with his hands. "Oh, man--" "It was the best we could do," the smuggler lord Ming told him. He smiled. "And you have to admit-- in this city, they're really not such a strange sight. In a few weeks, they'll be old friends." "Oh Christ." Johnny looked at his hands. "Don't get the idea I'm sorry about the operation," he said. The grid was still visible, subtly, clipping the tips of his fingers straight across. He looked at Conover."I'm glad I can see again, really. It's just kind of a shock."
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:22:46 pm)

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Ming found the ladder Johnny was looking for behind a wall of fifty-five gallon drums stacked on modular racks, Ming pushed away a grating at the top and emerged behind a French discotheque, La Poupee.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:25:41 pm)

bela:
Where does this end. This makes no sense.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:28:08 pm)

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Ming was staring at Johnny. "You want to eat now?" he asked. Johnny looked at the man, then back at the menu which wasdescribing a Disco chicken and rice dish in over-eager French. "No," he said, "just thinking."
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:29:09 pm)

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The entrance to the discotheque was flanked by two man- sized temple dogs carved from some dark supple meat. Ming walked past the place, but Johnny stopped, drawn by something, perhaps the odd angle at which one dog's head had been carved, realizing at the moment he stopped that the dogs were not meat statues but were, in fact, alive. The dogs, pure-bred with small Tofu hats, sat on their haunches, watching the crowd with the impassiveness of sunning lizards, massive jaws, their necks and backs bulging with muscle, the end-product of controlled breeding and genetic manipulation. As Johnny looked at the animals, a frozen image of rubberized matting imposed itself on his vision, then it was gone.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:38:09 pm)

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Ming was staring at Johnny again. "You want to eat now?" he asked. Johnny looked at Ming then back at the tofu hatted, meat dogs. "No," he said, "just thinking.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:40:50 pm)

:
Mormons sidle
through the street fair
a man studies a book on sailing.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 5:48:33 pm)

Mr. Noodle's brother Mr. Noodle:

(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 6:26:17 pm)

Decoy:
Its been a while since the lounge had a serial feature. This is great.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 7:15:22 pm)

(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 7:19:14 pm)

Detlef Sping:
Mmmmm.. Disco chicken and rice.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 8:30:38 pm)

Decoy:
What's the best, longest lasting siding you can buy? That looks enough like wood to fool a wife?
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 11:08:05 pm)

Heruka:
Vinyl. There several different types of vinyl siding. Each type is made for a specific area of the country. Uv resistants and colors and such. Check with your local professional builders for recommendations. DO NOT listen to the idiots at Lowes.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 11:38:18 pm)

Heruka:
I've been thinking. Whales have been beaching themselves for as long as people can remember. And pushing them back out to sea is a fairly new deal. Nobody knows why they beach themselves, some say disease, some say the head whale got confused, no one really knows. What if it is a disease. And these whales they put back into the ocean are still infected, then they go out and come into contact with other whales who also develope the disease. What if it's a slow killing disease. Then now because some mindless do-gooders thought they were doing something good even they hd no idea what they were doing, what if it over time wipes out that particular whale population. It's a very realistic scenerio.
(Mon Jul 29, 2002 - 11:42:12 pm)

(Tue Jul 30, 2002 - 12:18:33 am)