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Cushca:
I'm still here. This is wrong.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 1:27:33 pm)

Heruka:
Fried oysters and Corona. Would you like an oyster Cushca?
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 1:34:57 pm)

Chewing Wax:
That sounds good.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 1:38:29 pm)

Heruka:
Yes. It's food of the godz. The Godz of rock-n-roll! I'm sick of the cold weather. I say it's time for a change of pace...
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 1:42:17 pm)

Heruka:
James Gang reunion tomorrow, and Saturday! I am s fucking pumped. Almost bought tix for Sunday. Would've been overload..
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 1:43:31 pm)

Heruka:
My name is JUUUUUDDDDAAASSS and my home address is hell...
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 1:54:38 pm)

Heruka:
Do you see/ I arrive and everyone scatters like like roaches at the first ray of sunlight. Do you have any idea what this does to my fragile self esteem!? This will set me back at least 2 months worth of therapy. I hope you can all live with yourselves knowing this.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 2:00:53 pm)

Heruka:
What's tyhe best gutter in London to pass out in? Safest, driest, warmest..etc..
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 2:03:08 pm)

Chewing Wax:
There's a nice one up by the tower bridge.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 2:06:58 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Waterloo Station has a nice corner near the escalators.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 2:07:37 pm)

Heruka:
That's it! Back in goes the butt-plug.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 2:08:14 pm)

Heruka:
Sorry. I've used a butt-plug as somewhat of a 'security blanket'. Ever since that evil neighbor man violated me.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 2:09:40 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Yeh? Does it work?
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 2:11:37 pm)

Heruka:
Oh yeah, I plug it right in, and bam! The world no longer exists.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 2:15:00 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Kind of queer isn't it?
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 2:18:10 pm)

Heruka:
I suppose. But whatcha' going to do? We all need a crutch in this life. Something to help us through the day. Do you realize I'm the only one who hasn't had contact with others on these boards other than postings. A few emails back in the early days. But that's all. I must be a horrible person...
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 3:55:05 pm)

(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 4:14:39 pm)

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Heino stared at the ground and mumbled something about hooks, just loud enough for Jimmy to hear him. Jimmy was too smart to start a fight in the middle of this God foresaken wasteland, miles away from the nearest phone or hospital. He'd seen Heino fight and he knew he fought dirty. Like a really really mean girl. And Jimmy didn't have the strength or the weapons to knock Heino down and keep him there. And of course that druken Pitslago posse had just gone back to get the dogs and they'd be on their trail soon enough. "Come on Heino!" Jimmy said, after a stiff hit of his wine, which he'd stolen from the reception. "We'd better get the hell moving before those drunken foreigners pick up your scent." Heino looked up from his mumbling and blinked, as if awakening from a strange dream. "Yah" he said and they both picked up the crate and started walking slowly across the field towards the Irish Sea.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 4:30:03 pm)

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Jimmy felt a thin smile on his lips and reached into his jacket.. a daguerreotype picture of a young woman with a sweet smile and luminous eyes held lightly in his fingers. He fought back the feelin' knawin' at his stomach.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 4:34:21 pm)

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Heino took notice of Jimmy's furtive movements and sickening smile. "What do you have there?" He asked accusingly, fearing the worst.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 4:34:44 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Wow. The mayor is on television saying he wants to steal Vang's NBA team and bring them back to Buffalo and call them The Braves again.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 4:46:37 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Not a chance in hell.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 4:56:42 pm)

Chewing Wax:
It's really early for him to be so drunk.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 4:57:12 pm)

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Jimmy looked up at the man, waiting for him to say someting. When the man just went about washing the glasses Jimmy looked up at him. Jimmy shook his head and downed another shot of whiskey. He motioned for a refill. As Heino obliged Jimmy told him about the picture. "I took her to dinner one night ...in Willow Springs..well it wasn't really dinner, it was Burger King. there was a man takin' pictures of people in the restaurant...she looked so pretty in that dress on that pony... we danced in the streets and ..." Another shot down and another... Jimmy was determined to stop the ache in his chest. "and that's all there was." He didn't need to tell him that soon after that dance, she was almost killed because of him. Two more shots went south and Jimmy had past his breakin' point.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 5:35:11 pm)

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At first, Heino was releaved that the picture was not his sister Jieno, who had posed for those sort of magazines many years before. Hieno and his brother had spent a small fortune and many years of their lives buying up all copies of the unfortunate photos. But, his relief slowly vanished with each shot of whisky. He'd seen Jimmy drunk, but never like this, and he didn't like the look in Jimmy's good eye. It was a crazy look. A look of deep dark insanity. In the distance, a seagull cried out.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 5:35:39 pm)

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Jimmys Lawyer, Teaspoon Hunter, was a graying man with a disheveled appearance. He never really looked clean, and was beginning to smell. He usually wore his trademark black bowler hat and bright red suspenders over a Hawaiian shirt that could have been a waterfall scene at one point in time. Despite his grubby appearance, he was a very smart and clever man, also a crack head. He may not have the physique he had when he served his duty as a Texas Ranger, many years earlier, but that didn’t keep him down. He not only served as guardian and overseer of the Pony Express station, but also as the county appointed marshal of the Irish Sea..
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 5:36:02 pm)

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If morning was any indication of the day, it was going to be a long, hot, blistery one, or it could be cold and rain really hard. The crying Irish Seagulls gathered outside the depot and as usual, it was late. Teaspoon scratched his head and worked his brow into a frenzy. “Now where’d I put that pencil?”
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 5:37:10 pm)

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Havish O'Donnasee was a fisherman by trade, bootlegger by hobby and evil purveyor of illegally copied first run Hollywood movies out of Red China as a side line. He was bringing that bastard Teaspoon his monthly "political donation" and started to smell him about fifty yards away from the hut. "Teashpoon you goin’ shomeplashe?” Havish O'Donnase slavered garralously, as Teaspoon was putting things into a large red circus trunk.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 5:38:32 pm)

Myk Murphy:
greetings. i had no idea that sleepy was a neil young fan. that's a nice thing to know. 5 inches of snow tomorrow, apparently. i'll be a block or 2 from the white house, if anyone needs me to drop off something at dubya's. may i suggest a book for him... give the gift of literacy.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 6:36:54 pm)

Decoy:
Powderfinger and all that. Wah wah wah boingggg raaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhwwwwwwwwwpppgggg...
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 9:57:31 pm)

Decoy:
I know someone who converted a silo into an observatory.
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 10:11:48 pm)

Decoy:
observatory
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 10:11:53 pm)

Jerry:

Does Sleepy like hippie music?
(Wed Feb 21, 2001 - 10:24:36 pm)