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look out 010100, fullsteamahead...
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"And the Ord said 'Let
Yard Sale Season Begin.'"
pi(e)2K
Just 600 shopping days LEFT 'til
the gnu milenialism.
9904110331CWT (central What - Ever!
Time.)
Live, from the triple canopy
temperate rainforest, it's ATI2000
Motor Trend 'Zine of the Year.
aaa ttttttt iiiii
a a t i
aaaaa t i
a a t i
a a 1 t 4 iiiii 7
(oops. re-verse that...)
As Per You-zuwal we be doin' dat
Numbahs Rumba, 'cause
`At's what wedo sometimes.
N a 1, N a 2, N a 3...
http://jessklein.com
http://www.geocities.com/nashville/5737
http://www.countryjoe.com
http://www.aural-sects.com
http://cosmos.lod.com/~ati/atreadme.txt
http://www.theofficenet.com/~redorman
http://guinnessfleadh.com
http://www.downcity.net/~szarka/music/list.html
http://www.nashvillewiundersiege.com
http://www.abbiemovie.com
http://baez.woz.org
http://walmartsucks.com
http://www.freespeech.org/kokopeli/columns.html
Oh, and one last numbah:
#chatty-chat-chat via dalnet.
Prime Anarchist will make a subconscious
effort to be there at least once every
noon and midnite.
(if U miss us there, try #moxyfruvous
thru undernet)
Greetz, Luvboms, and sh0u+'s to:
MF, Fighting Bob La Follette, Rusty
Feingold, Saji, Huntsville, Ala.,
Mister Music LLC. Pawn Loans.
LETTUCE FROM OUR HEADS
Staci,
please forward this to
Marco (I lost his address)
Adam
THE GREAT "GAS OUT"
It's time we did something about
the price of gasoline in America!
We are all sick and tired of high
prices when there are literally
millions of gallons in storage.
Know what I found out? If there
was just ONE day when no one
purchased any gasoline, prices
would drop drastically. The
so-called oil cartel has decided
to slow production by some
2 million barrels per day to
drive up the price. I have
decided to see how many Americans
we can get to NOT BUY ANY GASOLINE
on one particular day! Let's have
a GAS OUT!
Do not buy any gasoline on
APRIL 30, 1999!!!!!
Buy on Thursday before, or Saturday
after. Do not buy any gasoline on
FRIDAY, APRIL 30, 1999.
Wanna help?
Send this message to everyone you
know. Ask them to do the same.
All we need is a few million to
participate in order to make
a difference. Let me know how
many will send out. We CAN make a
difference.
Thank-you.
>>>>
April 4, 1999
To ati@etext.org
Hello Marco Capelli,
Thought you might find the
following website to be a useful
resource for any international
letter writing/lobbying/
advocacy campaign:
Address Directory -
Politicians of the World
http://www.trytel.com/~aberdeen/
Snail mail and, being added,
e-mail, phone and fax contact
info for the provincial governors,
prime ministers, presidents
and monarchs of 195 nations.
ie:
Slobodan Milosevic
Federal President
Savezna Skupstina
11000 Belgrade, Serbia
Yugoslavia
e-mail: slobodan.milosevic@gov.yu
webpage: http://www.gov.yu
Best regards,
Donald V.
<<<<
Hey Marc,
I've got a poem for your zine.
Kelsi
----<><><><>----
I live in a place called free,
where you do what you do,
and you be what you be.
No one is exiled or
shunned at first glance,
everyone here
is given a chance.
Too bad you must die
to be where I've been
to hear what I've heard,
to see what I've seen.
No longer do I, feel superior to those,
who once had no friends
'cause they had no cool clothes.
In heaven you see,
we are all equal,
I am to you,
as you are to me
-By Kelsi d.
April '99
`'`'`'`'`'
I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag
KOSOVO VERSION
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in KOSOVO
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is KOSOVO;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those SERB'S
The only good SERBIAN is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is KOSOVO;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Huh!
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the SERBIANS.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is KOSOVO.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to KOSOVO.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is KOSOVO.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
[prime tellin' ya... if you wanna see
Country Joe's website, go to:
http://www.countryjoe.com
As an official phan of the Drs. W/Out
Borders Movement, I must say, I'm
extra stoked about Joe's tireless
support of the Florence Nitengale
movement.]
'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`
<PAWN> PENTAGON SAYS BLAH, BLAH, BLAH,
YADDA, YADDA, BLAH, BLAH, YADDA, YADDA,
BLAH.
[Laundryton, DC.] - For the 432nd time
this year, men with bowties, beady eyes
and malnourished evil faces have spoken
officially on the Pentagon's behalf and
for the 432nd time Jennifer Smith is not
impressed.
"Sounds like gibberish to me," said
Jenny, the New Jersey teen, a polysigh
major at Georgetown minoring in rhetoric.
"Blah blah blah! You ask me, I say
same shit different day, you know? I
can get more up to date news rereading
page 92 of 1984 by George Orwell,
published in 1948 by Bantam Walden Hill,
Donnelly Random World Warner House Brace
Dalton Jovanovich Mather Lynch & Hughes
Burroughs, inc."
Jenny said she hates being away from
home so young in life, she hates the
phone calls she used to get when at
seven years of age people used to dial
her up at 867-5309 and ask her "who can
I turn to?" and she really hates liver.
But asked what she would do given the
choice between joining ROTC or eating
liver, she was seen setting her cellphone
to redial 8675309 and stuffing enough
cow guts, pig intestines and horse heart
to expire a man twice her age, and
three times her size.
-30-
WHAT BULL MARKET? HORSEPUCKEY.
Dow 10K Proves No Fun For Man At Coffee
Shop Who Just Sort Of Sits There.
----
Zacharia Longstein can't find a job so he
just drinks coffee until the homeless
shelter lets him in for the night.
----
by Jerzah Ewing and EF Browning Staff
reporters of the Wall Straight Mind
Rot.
LEONIA, NJ - For people lined up five city
blocks awaiting their next meal, you
wouldn't know the economy's the best it's
ever been.
"Happy days are here again..." Longstein
was heard singing to nobody in particular,
complete with perfect harmony, occasional
word salad, and constant facial tics.
Just yesterday Longstein was worth forty
billion.
Asked what done him in, Longstein said,
"I invested in Serbia one year too early!"
He explained that had he waited until
August or September, he could have trebled
his capitalism on no money down. But for
his poor timing he's now the proud owner
of a failing bodybag and casketmaking
factory in Billings, Mont.
Lonstein, expecting to fall to his
death from the Empire Stout building,
managed to petrify landing in four
feet of fresh Rudolf Giuliani
pidgeon dung.
---- ---- ---- ----
And now, another prime anarch
ist pet peeve...
Places like applebees, hooters,
chilis etc., who print many pictures
of phamous people like Christina
Applegate, Bill Cosby, Marco Capelli
and Cher as if your local chain
restaurant really IS a place where
phamous celebrated scum phrequent.
---- ---- ---- ----
>Compassion
> submitted by someone.
>
>Angels must be confused by war.
>Both sides praying for protection,
>yet someone always gets hurt.
>Someone dies.
>Someone cries so deep
>they lose their watery state.
>
>Angels must be confused by war.
>Who can they help?
>Who can they clarify?
>Whose mercy do they
>cast to the merciless?
>No modest scream can be heard.
>No stainless pain can be felt.
>All is clear to angels
>except in war.
>
>When I awoke to this truth
>it was from a dream I had last night.
>I saw two angels conversing in a field
>of children's spirits rising
>like silver smoke.
>The angels were
>fighting among themselves
>about which side was right
>and which was wrong.
>Who started the conflict?
>
>Suddenly, the angels stilled themselves
>like a stalled pendulum,
>and they shed their compassion
>to the rising smoke
>of souls who bore the watermark of war.
>They turned to me with those eyes
>from God's library,
>and all the pieces fallen
>were raised in unison,
>coupled like the breath
>of flames in a holy furnace.
>
>Nothing in war comes to destruction,
>but the illusion of separateness.
>I heard this spoken so clearly
>I could only write it down
>like a forged signature.
>I remember the compassion,
>mountainous, proportioned for the universe.
>I think a tiny fleck still sticks to me
>like gossamer threads
>from a spider's web.
>
>And now, when I think of war,
>I flick these threads to all the universe
>hoping they stick on others
>as they did me.
>Knitting angels and animals
>to the filamental grace of compassion.
>The reticulum of our skyward home.
Garden of Love
submitted by someone else.
well there's a rose for the way
my spirits rose when we met,
a forget-me-not to remind me
to remember not to forget,
an ash for the way i
ashed you to be true,
and a pine for the way
i pined over you.
And the sun and the rain,
fell from up above,
and landed on the earth below
in my garden of love.
There's a beetroot for the day
you said that you to be-true to me,
a sweet pea for the sweet way
you always used to ....smile at me.
but you had friends who needed you,
there was ferdy, there was liza,
so just for them, i put down
a load of fertilizer
And the sun and the rain,
fell from up above,
and landed on the earth below
in my garden of love.
now gus the gardener's left now
and you went with him too,
the fungus here reminds me of
the fun gus is having with you.
the rockery's a mockery,
with weeds it's overgrown,
the fuschia's gone ...
i can't stand the fuschia all alone.
and my teardrops fell like rain
from the skies above
and poisoned all the flowers
in my garden of love.
[prime anarchist's phirst
response to this poem:
(I don't know why...) Remember
Peter Benchley's wife telling
over fone of his 3am long
walk in the park?]
<> <> <> <>
marco's lighter side of...
1.
Carlos Devadip Santana's
OYE COMO VA if the words were just
like the music.
Oye Como Va
Maritmo
Bueno Pagozar
Mulatta
" "
Oye Oye Oye Oye
Oye Oye Oye Oye
Como, Como, Va
Oye Oye Oye Oye
Oye Oye Oye Oye
Como, Como,
Como, Como Va
2.
Cher's BELIEVE if the words
matched the music.
Do you
3.
Some silly song by either Kurt
Vonnegut or Lech Walesa.
I'm cryin' inside and
Nobody knows it but...
<spoken> YOU! and Everyone-else-
who's-listening-to-this-station-
right-this-moment,-i.e.-basically-
just-about-every-f-ing-body!
4.
(fries??)
<?>
jejejejejejejeje
jajajajajajajaja
jojojojojojojojo
es espanol "meaning:"
ha! I kill me!
</?>
MEDIA RE-PORT, by rATIug.
Garrison Keillor's telling about
100 jokes in a row tonite. Shoulda
called it "I've heard about half."
I suspect he's just printed out
every set-up that's been forwarded
or cc'd to him and 562 other people
this week.
I take it back, he had some guests
on next that played some really
great olde thyme bluze, and then
Paula Poundstone came onstage and
gave great talk.
OK I don't take it back. The jokes
he read sucked. Everything else
about the show was out of this
world. Splendorific, terrous oxide,
shag-adellic, baybeee. Oh, beHAVE.
If you hurry, you can catch the
rebroadcast 2morrow (sunday) on a
NPR station near ewe.
<beginning>
...
</beginning>
Hey, I didn't write
a poem this week.
Sobe it.
\Ginko!\
I rather put Stutz's song
here as the ending instead:
"25 Year Old," written morning of
97.07.14 after drinking coffee & having
simply red "holding back the years"
in my head.
sing a sad lonely song of the bindings
of time, of the 80s long gone and the
clothing & styles long gone --
first time simply red appeared on the
radio and where it is now, an office
staple, and all the places in the world
in constant change. singing about
looking for when i changed, or when it
happened:
chords: d - d - g - e
tab:
+----------------+-----2-3-2-2----
+--3-3-3---------+-3-3------5-5--3
+----------------+----------------
+----------------+----------------
+----------------+----------------
+----------------+----------------
+----------------+
+---3--3-3-------+
+----------------+
+----------------+
+----------------+
+----------------+
D G E
2 3 0
3 3 0
2 0 1
0 0 2
x x x
x x x
i'm going down--
25 years ago i'm going down
20 years ago i'm going down
a decade ago i'm going down
1 year ago i'm going down
6 months ago i'm going down
1 month ago i'm going down
1 week ago i'm going down
1 day ago i'm going down
an hour ago ago i'm going down
a minute ago i'm going down
a second ago i'm going down
this instant right now i'm going down
a second from now i'm going down
a minute from now i'm going down
an hour from now i'm going down
one day from now i'm going down
a week from now i'm going down
1 month from now i'm going down
6 months from now i'm going down
a year from now i'm going down
5 years from now i'm going down
a decade from now i'm going down
20 years from now i'm going down
25 years from now i'm going down
(c) 1997 Michael Stutz; this
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and/or modified under the terms of
the GNU General Public License, either
Version 2 of the License, or (at your
preference) any later version, and as
long as this sentence remains; this
information comes WITHOUT ANY WARRANTY;
without even the implied warranty of
MERCHANTABILITY or FITNESS FOR A
PARTICULAR PURPOSE; see the GNU
General Public License for more details.
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...or should we worry more over 101099?? 
