Personal Scatologies

[Henry M]

We are a precocious bunch. Apparently many of us were talented 
children who never did quite enough growing up. I include myself, and 
running through myself with a long sword, touch you, also, Steely. 
Yes, you write well. Good boy. But your scattered intellect does a 
poor job of covering up having spent too much time in the darkness of 
an elementary school cloakroom or some such, sent there for some 
hijinks. Bad boy! I imagine the scent of mothball sweaters and musty 
boots is still exciting for you. A-and dim memories of the monster in 
there with you.

But it's time to rejoin the class, Steely. It's time to come back 
into the light. Sure, the cloakroom monster is still there, 
attractive as ever.  Very distracting, very exciting. But grow up 
just a little bit, and you can go outside on a picnic with the rest 
of the class. Not as real as the cloakroom monster, maybe, but there 
are some happier games that you could play. You can always go back to 
the cloakroom when/if you want.

Tag. You're it.

On 29 Jan 97 at 21:27, Steelhead wrote:

> I love the fact that "grip," Paul Mackin, Henry M. and the rest of
> the sensitivity crowd were driven into such an ecstatic state of
> giddiness by Mascaro's recent torrent of invective.  More than
> anything, it demonstrates the intellectual aphasia that riddles the
> cortex of so many these days. I can almost hear them skipping in
> delight, their glasses of white California zinfandel raised to the
> precise angle of Madonna's wrist in Evita, the delicate fingers on
> their other hands secretly plunging oyster crackers deep into the
> camembert, when no one is looking....all to the chakra soothing
> sounds of something sad by Brahms or, if they feel *really*
> cerebral, Erik Satie--aural Prozac.

< SNIP more well written turd flingin>

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