Dear AOL,
As per my previous complaints, here are further violations from the AOL
address. Off topic, multiple posts.
Please stop this person? It is very disruptive to our RUNNING newsgroup.
Thank you,
Fabby
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Subject: Re: cyclist contemplating a marathon
From: [email hidden] (Twittering One)
Date: 12/3/2004 6:30 PM Eastern Standard Time
Message-id: <[email hidden]>
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What image, what rhyme
Irons me, mixes here?
I read in other passages,
Simple truth, in yet other lines,
Inverted truth: But
Blindness, in the end,
Not good. Now I feel
Myself too blind. The stress,
My strain, to see, to know,
Through this blinding fog
Pains me greatly,
Takes true vision
From me
Away.
*
Re: Helping others for the Christmas season ~
“Are there no work houses?
Are there no prisons?
BAH!â€
~ High Con
Ms. High Con, you make no
Further sense. Please see:
Your neurologist.
*
Who ~
Are you sure?
Giocametti, yes, lodged in the attic!
Ah, a found
Displacement without passport, yes
my test for the place of the re-establishment,
The Javelin Toss.
Bit I, too small a bite, for two shy persons,
Me, myself, my word, in this mourning wood.
Two collectors and three basemen
Abruptly reordered, exchanged currency,
The numerical series of my world.
Two clowns escaped, got fired,
Were put out from the Cirque de Noir!
O Low ~ Sir Cumference drops over
To check our fishies. Two put out, he,
To put saucers out for our tea-service.
Two put out, to bring me my Sheep of a Pullover,
And so chilly, I! So know ~ Instead,
Two used socks, he brought, to mend
Our broken connection. Type 120’s Express.
But my keyboard, Sir Cumference did,
He, in one minute, re-inserted his Spy Cam.
So ugly, that Evil Eye,
Half like the warthog and half, like sly.
The mic, too, thus includes/understands my off
English, just like Alex, Ms.
Irene’s Edge-y [Please just see: The
Reality Club] Parrot ~
Want N-u-t!
So know ~
Profit your sea’s cresting wave, Mr.
Tom Brokaw, from your retirement, now
Please come
Anchor Morning Wood
From the balsa. Profit, like Le Chocolatiers,
Like saving, a noble rescue, a Fish Small Fry
From extinction. A chocolate-dipped
Second-hand pocket watch stops
Those bunny’s whacky backtracks. O know ~
Confetti falls, snow’s horizontal, concrete
Benefit s a sinking body,
That one that won’t float!
So concrete, yes, like lead canoes ~
Another fine Bark Flotation Device
For your River Styxx Crossing
Ceremony.
Or have you befallen
Into “A Need-To-Know-More In Situ
Predicament,â€
You lost Beneficiary now shredding
Your Well-Respected Good Rep
Like a machete de glass? Or too,
Sleeping [Re: [censored]] your former Best Babe?
No cosmic justice to speak of, no, not!
So, like, what’s not? Got yet
Your Tiffany Engraved Invitation, en silver-
Brushed Gothic Script?
Not? So
Check you email,
Consult your L’escargot!
_________________________________________
~ A Forthcoming Benefit ~
_________________________________________
“Equestrian Ruff Housing,
As Well,
O, What the Hell,
Yes, The Basis of a Jolted Horseâ€
_________________________________________
~ Another Morning Wood
Celebration, or
Just Horing Around Town ~
_________________________________________
* Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It’s a Star *
_________________________________________
Profits distributed to ~
The Monocle Eye Glass Foundation
_________________________________________
From the man who brought you,
From an earlier leg of the competition,
An ass-giving form-following football function.
Benefits, as well, go to
The Woodland Ash Foundation On a Bike.
~ Snip, sniff ~
My horse
Profits like titmouses on a toro/verro-pig.
Profit like titmouses on a tomcat.
He employs its main thing
In order to maintain
The rain of his neck.
~ Snip, sniff ~
Registered with
The United States Thumbtacks Association,
In order to send Thank You notes,
One’s nice enough to tape on your refrigerator.
Hungry? Check the frig, while you’re here ~
Just use two hands to eat with the sticks.
Holiday Season, we dine on the avançé pavement.
O know ~ One Elf hides behind the trap
Door, when the your brain’s snuck back
Outside to play ~
[Hey!]
O yawn. Now I better go
Napping in the heap of the matrices
Of the day that God broke my matrices. Besides,
Light welcomes my surplus, yours, too,
But no marshmallow center yet, unless
You call ahead ~ To work
With a disc
Not yet formed.
*
[Sucide notes]
Overcome forests of sequoia of ~ of cramps,
Grottos of fern, sights spectacular, strange,
Large stone stages opened,
"Noise of the hills of music" downwards,
How I then to feel sorry for me?
Quark, lark, or bark?
Initially, do not make any evil.
In the second place, cure.
In short, made your work.
The when your work is carried out,
Go to any bookshop or library;
The secrecies with the universe,
All the mysteries, are there.
Simple as that.
Old man like dirtiness.
Is thus the disease, is thus poverty,
Is thus a ~ of pain which estropie the body,
The spirit, and the heart.
Good night.
Reason of the procession of the equinox?
Notes Of Suicide. . .
And thus I leave this world,
Where the heart must break or turn to the wire.
Note of suicide. ~~ Nicolas-Sebastien Chamfort,
French author, D. Frances
1794 and Courtney
I will be with your furnace bridge.
Please keep going Courtney,
Because Frances during its life
Will be so much happier without me.
I love you. I love you. Note of suicide.
~~ Kurt Cobain, musician,
D. April 8, 1994
Goodbye, everyone!
Last words like it jumped in addition
To boat of cruising "Orizaba."
(its body was never found.)
Crane of stag of
~~, poèt, D. April 27, 1932
With my friends: My work is carried out.
Why makes an attempt? Note of suicide.
~~ George Eastman,
The inventor, D. March 14, 1932
[Snap shot!]
Don't forget ~
Bark out,
Bark true,
Bark, too, ferociouosly ~
Darn Spot!
Just Do,
Said Nike.
Me, Asics Nimbae, I
Fly, flew, still do,
Too.
[Hey!]
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
http://journal s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo
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