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carl
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Din't I...
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Apr 25 23:19 UTC 1994 |
It's like deja vu all over again.
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vidar
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response 1 of 21:
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Apr 26 01:30 UTC 1994 |
On the floor.
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remmers
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response 2 of 21:
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Apr 26 02:41 UTC 1994 |
Are you grooming yourself for head of the Department of Redundancy
Department, or what?
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carl
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response 3 of 21:
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Apr 26 10:06 UTC 1994 |
What.
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vidar
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response 4 of 21:
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Apr 26 13:51 UTC 1994 |
eeth!
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randall
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response 5 of 21:
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Apr 26 18:48 UTC 1994 |
Deja vu, in a bottle.
(B.P. gets it)
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vidar
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response 6 of 21:
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Apr 26 19:30 UTC 1994 |
FUCK!
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kami
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response 7 of 21:
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Apr 27 03:30 UTC 1994 |
whom?
Isn't response #6 in the wrong conference?...
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vidar
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response 8 of 21:
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Apr 27 13:55 UTC 1994 |
Yes.
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bdp
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response 9 of 21:
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Apr 27 17:11 UTC 1994 |
I get it! in a bottle.
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vidar
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response 10 of 21:
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Apr 27 21:01 UTC 1994 |
Moo.
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vishnu
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response 11 of 21:
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Apr 27 22:08 UTC 1994 |
Especially.
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randall
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response 12 of 21:
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Apr 28 01:42 UTC 1994 |
re #9 I knew you would!
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bdp
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response 13 of 21:
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Apr 28 03:32 UTC 1994 |
Under the se, in a bottle.
Time stands still in a bottle.
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orinoco
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response 14 of 21:
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May 2 19:54 UTC 1994 |
It's like deja vu all over the place...
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sjswaan
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response 15 of 21:
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May 20 23:34 UTC 1994 |
Deja Vu is awesome! I had deja vu once . It was like I had logged onto this
really wierd bulletin board that had people on it that said things that I
couldn't make sense of . . .
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carl
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response 16 of 21:
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May 22 11:04 UTC 1994 |
Veggie Dudes are some! I had a java too once . It was like I boarded onto th
is rarely wired bulletin log on it that things said that I could make cents fro
m . . . (to coin an expression)
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orinoco
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response 17 of 21:
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May 25 00:24 UTC 1994 |
Vegetable Dud's arson had java too twice. It was unlike eyes, bored of this
sparsely connected bullet, in Lincoln's tuit. That thing that said 'aye'
'I'm from Make' could sense two expressions and a coin.
Nothing makes sense anymore, we run from telephone cord to telephone
cord, living off of scraps of conversation that we can glean, dwelling in
the silent embarrasing gaps in conversation.
Deja Vu had something to do with it, but the swan sang as it drifted in a
mug of coffee, and died.
Dud stable veg hadson are toova ja twice. 'Twas it eyelike and bored holes
in Lincoln, bullet holes no less, and sparsely connected with his
broken ankle as he jumped from the stage. He could sense the guards
closing in, and he knew it was over.
Apocalypse has no meaning to us. Though we are safe from destruction, we
are subject to the pain and suffering of life. It has been
suggested that we are being kept alive to suffer as punishment for
our life in the world of small talk and gossip.
The man with the potato nose lifted his mug of coffee to drink. Repressed
memory was the key.
Dugstable veggasson artovaya twitze. He had no memory of the conversation
and no swan, only the pain in his ankle as he ran. He was falling, falling,
falling, and his cup of coffee spilled on the table. He awoke, and remembered
himself, his name, and his mission to the Ford theater tomorrow night.
Only a dream...
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jkrauss
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response 18 of 21:
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Jun 18 20:58 UTC 1994 |
bizzare!
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carl
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response 19 of 21:
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Jun 19 12:52 UTC 1994 |
You rang?
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fuz
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response 20 of 21:
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Jun 19 17:54 UTC 1994 |
i thought i was bizarre...
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jaklumen
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response 21 of 21:
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May 28 07:42 UTC 2002 |
"The Mack that Ate Ann Arbor"
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