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Peeve-of-the-Moment:
Women with giant handbags carried over their shoulder with no sense of how much space the are using. On public transit, especially.
Totally Random Joe Fact Number Fifty:
"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."
I recommend you visit the Mid-Atlantic Infoshop; ASAP.
Want more spew? Here's track listings from my Ramones bootleg tapes.
And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:
One rainy morning, a disciple met a sage by the stream. "Oh Master," said the student, "What is the secret to health?" Upon hearing this, the master bounced a flower off the student's back. Meditating years on this, the student became Enlightened.
Cheers,
joe