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>> "Hubris" <<
by -> Various Artists
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"Introduction Thing"
by - Mogel
I generally hate self-involved, analytical editorials in text
files, thanking everyone for their support and talking a lot about
themselves and blah blah -- who cares? The truth of the matter is I'm going
to do it anyway. Why? Because I like to hurt myself. It's very 90's.
h0e in its present incarnation is a wonderful revival of something
that should never have been revived -- dumb text files. But we're Better
than that, because we're well aware of the stereotype. In fact, we bask in
the stereotype, displaying our exposed silliness for the whole world to see!
Yeah!
As many of you know, I actually ended h0e back in the early summer
of 1995 at issue #90. About a month later, Pip the Angry Youth released h0e
#91 just to piss me off. Little bugger. Well over a year later, Metalchick
submitted (as a joke) a text file for the e'zine DTO for the purpose of
getting "ops" on the IRC channel #dto. Instead, I invited her to be the new
president of h0e, and she gleefully accepted.
It was history.
She released another 7 issues over the course of a few months, and
then retired the position of President of h0e so that she could hang out in
New Jersey. We'll never quite understand this.
At any rate, I decided that h0e would be a nice place to release
funny-but-not-publishable DTO reject files for the first 30 or so issues.
That was to be its purpose, at first, except then people actually started
writing and caring specifically about the e'zine h0e. This amount of people
might be about 3 or 4, I lost count. But the fact remains, it's funny as
hell to release this stuff, so I really don't care if no one in their right
mind would ever read it.
The NEW h0e is genius. Pure and simple. Expect another 200 issues
coming your way... and at the current rate of release, this could happen in
a few weeks.
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The Official Staff of h0e e'zine
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President -- Mogel
Vice-President -- Styx
Spokesman -- Jubjub
Treasurer -- Murmur
Secretary -- Ilsundal
Translator -- PezMonkey
Director of Big, Warm, SQUISHY Hugs -- MoonBagel
Director of Pure Hatred -- Quarex
Director of Monsters and Goblins -- Aster
Official Sex Ring Coordinator -- Kraftwerk
Foreign Relations Correspondant -- Swisspope
Head of the Board of Trustees -- Metal Chick
Official h0e Mascot -- (???) c0uld be y0u!#@#
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MISCELANEOUS ASCII ART
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"L. Ron Hubbard, Philosopher"
by - Mogel
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| | | |
| "SUP!!!!!!" | "IZ LYK WTF?" | ' "Help! I'm |
| ..... | | | -\\\ ` ### ,///- Exploding |
| \|||||/ | ' | \=\\ (X.X) ////=/ ` into a |
| /._ _.\ | !!! | =\=\\`O'\/////=/=/ giant mass |
| | <# #> | | (#.#) | =\=\==(~~)=/=/=/= ' of |
| \ ^ /\ | `o'\\ | =\==\=\=| |==/===/=== horseshit |
| `(_)'\``\ | \>--(O)--</ | //=\//\\==//\\\ ` for no |
| ._> ,' `._ | _/{o}\_ | ' `/ `\\\--\//--= explainable |
| || ( /^\ ) | mm/ \mm | reason!!" |
|_____\\___|_|_._|_|_|_______________|_____________________________________|
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"Comrade-comrade <meets> Mister Martini"
by -- kaia
* *
* no. * o o O o o
^. * O MARTINI. WANT TO DANCE? O
\\ Y. / O o O o o o O O
\\+*_*+ / o _____
\\_ _/ _() (((((((((((((((((( x_x )))))))))))))))))))
| | _O 9 (((((((((((((((((( ` O ' ))))))))))))))))))
o| |o ^^^^ (((((((( ((((( (( ( ) )) ))))) ))))))))
O--- _ ---O (((((((( ((((( (( ( - ) )) ))))) ))))))))
----- (((((((( (((( ( # ) )))) ))))))))
{\{\{\{\{\{\{ | }/}/}/}/}/}/
we'll skank to anything#$@ ___\\ _|__ _//___
======== =========
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Swiss Pope Presents...
What Would Happen if MTV's 12 Angry Viewers
Acted like Indie Rock Elitist Music Critics
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| so guys, what do you think of poop daddy's new song | |
| "jiggin it up '98" | |
| | |
|-----------------------------------------------------' ... |
| | ////\ |
| (|||) | it's fucking //// \\ |
| ( ) clearly this video | ridiculous!@# the last /// \\ |
| ( . . ) punctuates the reckless | poop daddy 7" was on <.o o.> |
| ( > ) yet carefree attitude | slut ho records in which `. , .' |
| ( _ ) / of the urban gangsta | the production value | o | |
| \_/ ' machismo simply stated | made it _marginally_ , \_/ |
| ., ,. as 'jiggin it up', | listenable, at best. \ .|. |
| .| |. perculating . . . | / \ |
| / | | \ | || || |
|___________________________________|__________________________________|
| | ___ |
| (|||) | .#####. |
| ( ) ahem. the last 7" was | hmm. well _i_ thought ## ## |
| ( . . ) not on slut ho, it was | that song sounded # # |
| ( > ) on ghetto blaster, and | pretty cool. | o o | |
| ( o ) ,/ i might add that m.c. | | . | |
| \_/ crackmastah did a | \ | | |
| ., ,. superb job mixing. | . \ - / |
| .| |. | (_) |
| / | | \ | __| |__ |
|___________________________________|_________________________/_______\|
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| ( he ) ___ |
| ( obviously ) ... .#####. |
| (|||) ( has no idea ) ////\ ## ## |
| ( ) o ( what he's ) o //// \\ # # |
| ( > > ) o ( talking ) o <.p p.> | o o | |
| ( > ) ( about ) `. , .' | . | |
| ( _ ) | o | | | |
| \_/ \_/ \ - / |
| ., ,. .|. (_) |
| .| |. / \ . __| |__ . |
| / | | \ || || \ / \ / |
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"this really, really isn't funny"
by - whoops
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| | |
| mmmm | mmmm / |
| -- | oo| | -- |>)@| - |
|---- >O | > | | --- >O| > | \ |
| -- |_\/| | -- |_0_| |
| _|_ | _|_ |
| __________ / \ | / \ |
|__/Hey Mr! \ \_\\_\ | \_\\_\ |
| \Watch Out! | | || | | || |
| \_________/ | || | | || |
| |_|| | |_|| |
| LL | LL |
|____________________________|_____________________________|
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| mmmm | _____ mmmm |
| ______ | o-| | /'Tis \ | oo| |
| / | | > | | | only a \ | > | |
|___/ Gosh! | |_o_| | | fish >|_O_| |
| \ I'm | _|_ | | wound.../ _|_ |
| \sorry!| / \ | \_______/ / \ |
| \____| \_\\_\ | \_\\_\ |
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| >O LL | >O LL |
|____________________________|_____________________________|
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"I Stayed Home From School Today..."
by Captain Bovine
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| | .^--^. i'm a | .oO. |
| (__) | | oo | bear | | < |
| \-----|..| i'm a | .-\../-. | __\/__ |
| ||--||`..' cow | || || | || |
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| | |....| | ^^ |
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| .^--^. .Ox. | |
| (__) | oo | | < | (__) |
| \-----|..| .-\../-. __\/__ | \-----|..| |
| ||--||`..' || || || | ||--||`..' |
| || || || || || | || || god |
| |....| ^^ | dammit |
+----------------------+--------------------+------------------+
| | .^--^. ducks | .Oo. |
| (__) the duck | | oo | shouldn't| quaaaack > | |
| \-----|..| is stoned | .-\../-. do drugs| __\/__ |
| ||--||`..' again | || || | || |
| || || | || || | || |
| | |....| | ^^ |
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| I just found out | |
| .@@@@@. that if you add | .@@@@@. |
| | o o | 75 to the ascii | | o - | This is the |
| | _'_ | --- equivalent of | | _'_ | --- happiest day|
| `-----' each letter in my | `-----' of my life. |
|.-------------. name, it makes a |.-------------. |
|| | really cool || | |
|| | | | symbol!!!!!!!! || | | | |
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| O hey ascii O | O what are O | O O |
| -|- man!! |\| -|- you doing?! |\| -|- |\|
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| / \ --' | / \ --' | / \ --' |
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| O O | O why won't O | O i hate O |
| -|- |\| -|- you answer |\| -|- you!!! |\|
| | | | | me!?! | | | | |
| / \ --' | / \ --' | / \ --' |
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| O you O | O O that's right! |
| -|- fucking |\| -|- !?@#! |\ i am! |
| | asshole! | | | |.--.O |
| / \ --' | / \ --') | |
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[oh come on.. like it's never happened to you before - CptB]
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Which of these would you eat?
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an ascii depiction of my hard cock
being pressed with such strain against
a tight pussy that it's bending in the center
and my hairless balls have goosebumps
- styx
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"The Story Jammy Thing"
I'd just like to mention that this story is quite possibly one of
the most absolutely pointless things h0e has done. And that's saying a lot.
-- Mogel
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[Quarex]
"Strike a pose!", screamed Joe, slicing his razor-sharp blade again
and again through the loaf of sourdough. Having carved himself a few very
choice slices, his task was nearly complete. Only one thing remained: the
fillings. Joe carefully extracted his third and fourth molar from each side
of his mouth, placing them inside the bready vault. "I hope you have better
luck than I shall," Joe said at length.
[MoonBagel]
...and the glowing, sparkly, glorious magic that was Joe's Sandwich
burst forth into the universe, tickling the moon, licking the stars, and
doing terribly naughty things to pets all over. Dachsunds and Cairn
Terriers and various kitty cats and terrapins and lampreys and little
froggies all over Nebraska made a nasty-mad dash in Joe's general direction,
to see if they could find out just what was going on. They did not like
this naughtiness, though they now found themselves inexplicably fond of
sourdough. The supply of dough in the midwest went fresh, and pets
everywhere revolted. Joe sat back in his plastic butt-sticking chaise
lounge, and pondering the craziness that was ensuing.
[PezMonkey]
And as he pondered such craziness, he ate his Sandwich, slowly and
skillfully. Sandwich eating, like, sandwich making, was, after all, an art.
He was reveling in the wonderous pleasures of the bread when who should
happen upon him but God (wearing green, because God, obviously, is fond of
green). God demanded, "Joe, you pose striker, you, why have you only made a
sandwich for yourself and not for me, master of the universe!?" Joe tried
to think of how to respond to such a question from God, but all he could
think was, "Isn't He-man master of the universe?"
[Skinhorse]
Joe had always been one to say the first thing that popped into his
head before actually thinking about the potential implications, although it
wouldn't have mattered much, given that God in the Western sense is an
omnipotent being who can read human's minds and who gets a big fucking
hard-on by putting his children in situations where he can find an excuse to
kick the all-powerful shit out of them, and this story will presumably be
read by someone with a traditional sense of the WESTERN GOD, thus, altering
the Big Guy's image significantly would really fuck with the reader in ways
that would not be as self-consciously coy or pseudo-humorous as this load of
mad-libs tripe. Joe's absent-minded recall of 30-minute infomercials for
Mattel toys of the early 80's had given our Lord the opportunity to "incur
his wrath." With a shower of sparks and flames, Joe found himself in the
company of a young girl. "Who are you?" he wondered aloud as God put on one
of those really threatening Vincent Price-style laughs like you might expect
in Michael Jackson's _Thriller._ "I'm Aster," responded the prepubescent,
to which she added, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah."
[Swiss Pope]
This was the scream that was heard around the world. Millions felt
the audio assault of the Aster's siren song, which led to famine in
Antarctica, and forest fires in the Sahara desert. But the worst victim of
this scream was our beloved hero Joe, who promptly shit his pants. Aster
cackled with glee upon whiffing the aromatic aroma of Joe's poopy poo. She
blew upon her poophorn, which existed for this very purpose: to summon a
creature more vile than ever imagined by a human being.
[Art]
Joe cringed in terror, for the monster Aster had summoned was none
other than the ghost of DIANA, PRINCESS OF WALES. With a furious snarl,
Di leaped for Joe's throat! Bellowing out an inarticulate scream of terror,
Joe slapped the com-link on his breast and yelled "Bridge, beam me up$#!"
With a blinding flash of light, our sandwich making hero flashes heavenward,
narrowly escaping certain doom.
[JubJub]
Joe is beamed up to the bridge of the Star Trek enterprise, where
there is an orgy in progress. "ahh.. excuse me," Joe says as he makes an
escape from the atroscious scene. Wharf naked is not a pretty site. He
took a walk to the holodeck where he started to program in a fun adventure.
He pondered his annoyance at mogel for always pressuring him to write bad
stories against his will...
[Captain Bovine]
The stories would have to wait, however, for now it was time for fun!
Stepping through the holodeck doors, Joe could hardly contain himself; this
program would be the best program yet! As the doors closed behind him, Joe
began to suspect something was terribly wrong. Instead of finding himself
in a scantily-clad amazon paradise full of buxom scantily-clad midgets, Joe
found himself in an episode of Three's Company. He frantically searched
through his purse to find the remote control that would take him away from
it all. As he hit the Channel Up button, Joe had the sinking suspicion that
*someone* had sabotaged his program...
[Kaia]
So as he moussed his hair into a cowlick like Alfalfa's in The Little
Rascals and strutted into Wall Drug to find out who had stolen all the
batteries from the 235 remote controls he owned, he was tackled by ROBERT
SMITH of the cure, screaming and sneezing, "Atreyu!$!@1" "I'm not Atreyu,"
Joe said, handing ROBERT SMITH a packet of Cold-Eze, "I'm Bastian." Robert
Smith said, "Oh, as in Bastian of Kindness?" then was overcome by anthrax,
and coughed up a lung. It was adorned with crosses and various other
symbols that burned his eyes to see. "No," Joe said, handing ROBERT SMITH
his lung back, "I'm Bastian of THE NEVERENDING STORY, and now you're a part
of this neverending story, and I'm a part of it, and every reader of this
goddamn text file is a part of it! THE NEVERENDING STORY will live on and
on like bunnies in heat!" "Well," said ROBERT SMITH, readjusting his
innards, "_I'm_ Bastian of I'M DUMB@!$!@" and Joe was overcome by anthrax,
too.
[Murmur]
Fortunately for Joe, he was a seasoned veteran of Headbanger's Ball,
and being overcome by Anthrax wasn't really an issue, because it's not as
though Anthrax were the Stone Temple Pilots or anything that didn't really
belong on Headbanger's Ball in the first place. Joe considered it very
unfortunate that his formiddable years were all during the Reagan years,
when American society reached its low ebb of redeeming qualities. Joe
realized that he was not very pleased with the current state of the world
around him, though; not only were decapitated elk strewn across the barren
Arizona landscape, but the universe seemed less like anything More had
envisioned and more like an undying failed game show hosted by Wink
Martindale and featuring bonobos for panelists. Indeed, there was little to
live for, and everything to splendor in, for it was the Thai Year of
Splendor, and Joe had amassed an oh-so-impressive stack of 14 Splendor
Cookies, redeemable in all states and countries, subject to local laws and
punishable by intestinal inflammation in the presence of the Moody Blues.
Realizing that he could not lose his search for a quest when he was in fact
sitting down and indeed not searching in the first place, neverminding the
fact that there was no quest available to be searched for on this side of
the cosmos, and furthermore convinced that he disliked his chair and had no
desire to sit and watch the demons engulf his very psyche, Joe hit the
"pause" button and retreated to the kitchen where he had a nice stash of
popcorn waiting.
[pagenwait]
While in the kitchen, he searched in the refrigerator for his
popcorn, because where else would someone keep their popcorn? Instead of
finding a nice buttery glob of fattening goodness, he found a loaf of
sourdough bread. "Now this seems familar," Joe said to himself, "haven't i
done this before? Oh my god!! I'm experiencing deja-vu!!! So what happens
next?" Joe looks inside of the sourdough, and sees not his famed George
Washington wooden molars (tm), but a little gray dragon-worm thing with a
dog type of head. The thing looked up at him and asked, "Bastian?"
[Backwash]
To which our hero replied "Umm, maybe, you don't work for that
cockfighting bookie, do you? If so, I'm not." The thing replied "Well, I'm
a fan but... that isn't really important, I need your help, if I don't mate
in your liver within 2 hours I'll die -- will you help me?!" Joe wasn't
sure what to say, he had heard of this thing in science class, and he didn't
like strange dog-faced organisms in his liver, but it was so darn cute, he
invited it in anyway. After about 5 minutes of quiet awe and digging, the
thing replied "Did you know your innards resemble that of a potato's?" Joe
felt a bit insignifigant after that, but he was too wrapped up in the
situation to do anything about it, as the creature continued to on to say
"Well, I'm here in your liver, but there's one problem..."
[Styx]
"...there's nobody here for me to mate with!" Joe Bastian
Thistleshit started laughing; a high-pitched, wheezing laugh that tore
through the dragon-maggot's slimy, tubular little soul and sent it thrashing
about in hysterical fits inside the liver, which in turn sent Joe into
thrashing bouts of hysterical fits himself, because it was terribly painful
having a maggot-dragon fuck around smashing the walls in his liver. He
crawled... nay, *clawed* his way across the floor to the liquor cabinet,
grasped a bottle of Everclear, tore the cap off with his teeth, and guzzled
it down as fast as a half-spent whore with no fix guzzles cum. He felt the
burning alcohol tumble down his throat, race through his digestive organs
and slam its way full-force through his liver, and Joe Bastian Thistleshit
laughed his laugh all the way through, for he heard.. nay, he *felt* the
dragon-maggot shudder and shiver and scream and vomit, which was by far more
painful to Joe than having the dragon-maggot thrash in hysterical fits, yet
this pain was somehow strangely satisfying nonetheless. Joe grew more
drunk, the dragon-maggot grew more agonized, until finally, when the bottle
was finished, the maggot twitched its last twitch and Joe laughed his last
laugh; it was over, and Joe Bastian Thistleshit, the neutral-good thief, had
gained enough experience to rise to the next level, where his next challenge
awaited -- The Dread Pumpernickel of West Virginia.
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An index of the NEW h0e, with lowercase stylin'
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091 -- "the death of our scene" -- pip the angry youth
092 -- "DIE MIKE!" -- metal chick
093 -- "my nipples are erect for you!" -- hardcore
094 -- "collected suicide letters" -- metal chick
095 -- "girls are dumb" -- metal chick
096 -- "midnight munchies, valium, take a shower you dirty fuck" -- styx
097 -- "long-sleeve shirts" -- kaia's friend drew
098 -- "the intertwining worlds of the dumb and the ugly" -- pixy
099 -- "a REAL bush fan" -- creed
100 -- "the computer underground lovechart" -- goldy the pimp from pamona
101 -- "group therapy" -- trilobyte
102 -- "i'm so stupid" -- trip
103 -- "the rise of the mogels, part one" -- eerie
104 -- "SCREW" -- trilobyte
105 -- "nobody loves me" -- eerie
106 -- "the triangle" -- eric keebler
107 -- "ao, li-fo #7" -- food
108 -- "and you wonder" -- aproh
109 -- "how to hack nasa with aol" -- jubjub
110 -- "a dialogue on love" -- jamesy & murmur
111 -- "the rise of the mogels, part two" -- nybar
112 -- "militia entrance exam" -- im2k
113 -- "who the fuck is this jesus christ guy?" -- creep
114 -- "the boy who seeks happiness meets darkthrone" -- murmur
115 -- "it's me!" -- nyar
116 -- "the dangerous streets of nyc" -- eerie
117 -- "an interview with mogel" -- jamesy
118 -- "so much to live for, so much to die for, right?" -- kheldar
119 -- "rise of the mogels, part three" -- mercuri
120 -- "on yumas" -- HACKERS
121 -- "free buttplug" -- styx
122 -- "how to get chicks: the faq!" -- swisspope
123 -- "an ascii portrait of antihero" -- morpheus
124 -- "short story (code number ORANGE)" -- murmur
125 -- "laughing" -- mogel
126 -- "hey i'm in the chinese channel" -- styx
127 -- "rise of the mogels, part four" -- murmur
128 -- "the fun i had with a crazy, old vietnamese lady" -- muze
129 -- "christ demands more money" -- the onion
130 -- "how to kill your roommate and frame her fat friends" -- muze
131 -- "text files" -- darwin
132 -- "c-" -- glynis
133 -- "reality and fantasy: an indepth analysis" -- nybar
134 -- "ode to manson" -- taraxis
135 -- "asshole or bitch" -- styx
136 -- "it's all a facade" -- pagenwait
137 -- "hemmorhoids" -- shadow tao
138 -- "killing time on a sunday afternoon" -- legion
139 -- "potato salad" -- murmur
140 -- "enter matcat" -- antihero
141 -- "a womans's guide to geeky guys" -- lonewolf
142 -- "are you calling me a liar?" -- trilobyte
143 -- "carmex rocks my world" -- moonbagel
144 -- "a sentence" -- orestes
145 -- "here's the story of a cat named buddy" -- trip
146 -- "eaten alive by a faulty ball bearing cooling fan" -- skinhorse
147 -- "a call-us & damnit! adventure" -- whoops
148 -- "thoughts and deja vu" -- gaurdian
149 -- "sleep deprivation" -- sonia
150 -- "slit and slot; no, just coffee, thanks" -- styx
151 -- "fear and loathing in the suburban midwest" -- moonbagel
152 -- "normal vacation" -- murmur
153 -- "missing the boat" -- kraftwerk
154 -- "THE... BITCH.... QUEEN... IS DEAD!!!" -- nybar
155 -- "the spice girls" -- jubjub
156 -- "why are they eating this? -- quarex & rottenz
157 -- "emoticons explained" -- swisspope
158 -- "yellow.american.cheese.gz" -- ilsundal
159 -- "dick van dyke" -- jubjub
160 -- "2599 unlimited" -- 2599
161 -- "hope dies last" -- neko
162 -- "FUCK THE BROKEN DITTO MACHINE" -- quarex
163 -- "the dead hippo" -- kraftwerk
164 -- "notes from my freshman year" -- moonbagel
165 -- "can i be a barber, mom?" -- jook
166 -- "the spirit of giving" -- pezmonkey
167 -- "hippo crackers" -- trilobyte
168 -- "bots are evil" -- aster
169 -- "your sister is hot" -- styx
170 -- "why can't i be a crack baby?" -- backwash
171 -- "the hanson scourge" -- deusvitae
172 -- "the three little wolves and the big bad pig" -- file13
173 -- "dwindle dwindle dwindle" -- cstone
174 -- "barbeque, i don't like you" -- phorce
175 -- "a horrible imitation of henry miller" -- skinhorse
176 -- "anything else" -- pezmonkey
177 -- "what's your new year's resolution? huh?" -- fyfy
178 -- "drop dead" -- rattle
179 -- "the storys of le and kurt" -- aster
180 -- "i'm complicated" -- lilnilhil
181 -- "there was a girl" -- neko
182 -- "the continued storys of le and kurt" -- aster
183 -- "why drugs are queer" -- kraftwerk
184 -- "my stupid h0e" -- plexus
185 -- "a super cool way to kill yourself" -- sighrik
186 -- "friends" -- aster
187 -- "homosexuality unleashed" -- ilsundal
188 -- "matcat explains christianity" -- antihero
189 -- "my ass" -- skinhorse
190 -- "hume tickles me" -- moonbagel
191 -- "dear jewel kilcher" -- styx
192 -- "the 815 bust revisted" -- neko
193 -- "the lady with red hair" -- aster
194 -- "matcat goes hacking" -- antihero
195 -- "the netsplit heard 'round the world" -- kraftwerk
196 -- "marching over me" -- leprekon
197 -- "bob and suzy" -- aster
198 -- "matcat gives up" -- antihero
199 -- "POETRY EXPLOSTION!" -- various artists
200 -- "hubris" -- various artists
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* (c) HoE publications. HoE #200 -- written by Various Artists -- 3/06/98 *
