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Queenie:
arrgh, this guy in calif. won't let me use his song without $100... everyone else is going gratis, but not this dillhole. and it's hard to find good tuba music. oh well. i'll look into this love spit love song instead.
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 6:42:16 pm)

Decoy:
Gimme gimme, eh?
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 6:57:01 pm)

Decoy:
NICE! We could productize that ... how about ... the tiny cat thong?
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 6:59:01 pm)

Queenie:
well geez, it's like... if I had a hundred bucks I'd give it to Brad or Andrew, who are writing original music, or even Grant or Robyn. But not this guy for pete's sake. Not to belittle his music, he's really excellent... but he's operating off of protocols that he's invented in his own mind. I'm really kinda bummed about it. It was the perfect song.
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 7:12:07 pm)

Myk Murphy:
do the love spit love song. that crazy carnival song of theirs (i assume that's the one you'll use) is perfect for any occasion. fuck the tuba player... give the guy's phone number to walter: the way bela describes it, Schmoe could likely annoy the hell out of this guy.
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 8:32:17 pm)

Queenie:
ooh I see that Cafepress does indeed carry thongs now. Yes... the lounge thong... that would be so wicked!
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 8:42:08 pm)

Queenie:
yeah myk, "Jigsaw" is the one I've been considering. But I don't know... it's a little heavy-handed.
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 8:42:30 pm)

Heruka:
that's a little fucking cat.
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 9:47:39 pm)

Heruka:
briolliant piese of work thouhg. an expresssion of how a cat, a perfectly natural, or puuuurrrfecty natural animals if you will, is smaller than the can. we, human(the cat and natural beings have become overshadowwed by our own creations, the can. we're absobered by our own trikets, and now jusge the quality of life by the quantitty of crap we can collect(signifies by the size of the can0.
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 11:30:21 pm)

:
absobered by our own trikets
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 11:36:29 pm)

Heruka:
zig zag awayay.
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 11:37:47 pm)

Heruka:
wallow in our own fecal matter.mmm fecal matter.
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 11:51:31 pm)

Heruka:
random precision.
(Mon Nov 11, 2002 - 11:53:50 pm)

mmmm.... ewan.......:

(Tue Nov 12, 2002 - 4:50:42 am)

Heruka:
I think the neighbor woman was atching me dress through the window this morning...........violated.
(Tue Nov 12, 2002 - 9:15:50 am)

bela:
God I have tons of tuba music and its all public domain I'm sure. Charles Magnante is dead I think and a lot of his stuff kicks ass.
(Tue Nov 12, 2002 - 9:16:45 am)

Heruka:
I feel so violated. Dirty. Ashamed. Like a fine piece of meat hanging in the butchers windows.
(Tue Nov 12, 2002 - 9:16:52 am)

Heruka:
pick out the easy meat.
(Tue Nov 12, 2002 - 9:17:12 am)

:
Charles Magnante was born in New York City on 106th Street in an area known as Harlem. From very humble roots his unique career placed him on the pinnacle of tuba history. No one has ever equaled his success as the ultimate world tuba artist.
(Tue Nov 12, 2002 - 9:18:43 am)

:
ultimate world tuba artist.
(Tue Nov 12, 2002 - 9:20:52 am)

Detlef Sping:
Don't hang your meat in a butchers window.
(Tue Nov 12, 2002 - 9:34:51 am)

Chewing Wax:
Good morning meat bones
(Tue Nov 12, 2002 - 9:36:12 am)

Charles: