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Hey you psycho [censored],
Guess what? AOL is dumping their newsgroup service, and that leaves you
to the mercy of a REAL newsreader prog, that won't put up with your
psychotic ramblings.
Bye bye psycho.

Nice thing about Google is that they not only block you from their
service, but also send a complaint to your real ISP and get you booted.

Quck sand ~
Or flushed down
This time
Drain...
My time’s
Draino’s all
Clogged,
My drain’s clogged
With time’s
Sand…
I hope you understand…

....around...

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Sand…
I hope you understand…

Sandy, this beach,
Where the tide of my interior’s story
Spiraled me around my own teacher’s
Tale, my own obsession, true, drawing Gorey
[That’s Mr. Edward G.!] illustrations on my amphora’s
Red-clay Attic vessel. Or, just my mythology?
O, no matter. Just see my Typography ~ Just Another
Logo Family. We built a private estate
Late in the History of Art, after I read Sir Arthur
Danto’s “Transformation of the Commonplace.”
And O, me, as so often, I was so awfully late!
But destiny waits not, or so I read,
Late one night, after tucked in my comfy bed ~
Where soft-spoken protest, after I got undressed, made
My pillow fluffy plump, drew me forward,
Confused my nightlight’s battery into saying, “Lord
Only knows what we’ll do now!” North,
South, East, or West?, asked I. “Toward
The North Star,” my nightlight replied. Starboard!
Dim the City Lights ~ Tell our architect, our bed’s
Steady, onward,
She sails…

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Blog, or dog? Who knows.
But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo

psycho

AND a psycho [censored]!

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