The Routinization of Mittelwerk

[Mittelwerk at aol.com]

that's it?  i put out top-notch incendiary product and get back--what?--two,
three direct flames and one fawning compliment?  ONE FAWNING COMPLIMENT!
 Shit.

you people.  but then i remind myself that this is all a natural process, a
process of time, dialectical time: what merely appears to be the decline of
Mittelwerk is actually his coming to pure self-consciousness, like The
Rolling Stones.  

while his Creator recalls with warmth the Early Mittelwerk, he is also astute
enough to observe that fire is hot and flies upward:  phlegm confounds the
orifices of the heart and scurries through the channels. . . . 

Mittelwerk is, in the end, without rancor.  He merely needs something to do
while his girlfriend is off earning the moola.  The Spice Channel sucks.
 Even the moving Dot would be better than not seeing anything at all.
 Mittelwerk also believes that the Jets would be able to avoid getting O'
Donnell sacked so often late in the game, if they didn't abandon Murrell and
the play-action after the first-half, as they've been doing in recent weeks.
 The result:  1-2.