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remmers
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Urban Landscapes
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Apr 22 02:02 UTC 1992 |
I put the letter inside the envelope and the stamp upon the envelope
and the address as well unto the return address thereof, mail without
end, amen.
But...
At the other end of the city, a secret meeting. Are they plotting to
destroy the universe?
The city at night, the nighty at night, the city at city, op cit,
loc cit, non sequitur, ad infinitum.
Down toward Green Street there was a fruit market. They sold apples,
bananas, pears, peaches, plums, grapes, nectarines, cumquats, kiwis,
grapefruit, pomegranates. Natural sugar, natural high, don't drop
dead or know the reason why. Fruit is the healthy alternative.
But money is the wealthy alternative.
The postal receptacle was in the center of the park. The queue
stretched clear out to Morton Avenue. Lots of people must've written
letters that night.
A city was sighted, a city was cited. Mark that remark.
At the very top of the Burton Building lives a dog.
This is a portrait of our city. Please don't cry.
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remmers
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response 1 of 34:
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May 28 06:39 UTC 1992 |
I have a vague memory of having written the above.
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remmers
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response 2 of 34:
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Sep 15 01:30 UTC 1992 |
I have lost even that vague memory and am thinking of disowning it.
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remmers
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response 3 of 34:
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Mar 10 04:36 UTC 1993 |
I feel an urge to apologize.
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chaz
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response 4 of 34:
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Mar 10 06:25 UTC 1993 |
Whoa, even "I" have never been that drukn!!
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carl
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response 5 of 34:
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Oct 28 10:08 UTC 1994 |
And I have no memory of entering this tiem either.
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brighn
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response 6 of 34:
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Oct 28 17:10 UTC 1994 |
I have no memory of having read this item.
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alfee
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response 7 of 34:
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Oct 29 01:38 UTC 1994 |
I have no memory whatsoever of this item.
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gerund
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response 8 of 34:
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Oct 29 06:19 UTC 1994 |
I have no memory.
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carl
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response 9 of 34:
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Oct 29 13:15 UTC 1994 |
I'll sell ya some, cheap.
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remmers
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response 10 of 34:
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Oct 30 17:47 UTC 1994 |
Everybody forgets about this item but nobody does anything about it.
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alfee
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response 11 of 34:
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Oct 30 18:36 UTC 1994 |
I think we need to *educate* the people who claim they have forgotten. IT
is only through knowledge that the people can be moved to action.
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alfee
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response 12 of 34:
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Oct 30 18:38 UTC 1994 |
F'rinstance, what about that dog at the top of the building? Anyone have
any insight on this?
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remmers
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response 13 of 34:
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Oct 31 03:14 UTC 1994 |
At the top of the Burton Building it is.
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alfee
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response 14 of 34:
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Oct 31 03:47 UTC 1994 |
And what of said dog? What bearing has he on the sad tale of the city?
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brighn
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response 15 of 34:
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Oct 31 08:04 UTC 1994 |
Oh, now I remember this item. Sorry.
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carl
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response 16 of 34:
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Oct 31 12:45 UTC 1994 |
What's that about a dog with a bear's tail?
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remmers
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response 17 of 34:
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Oct 31 13:17 UTC 1994 |
I should not have told you of the dog. For dogs are not allowed in
the Burton Building.
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brighn
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response 18 of 34:
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Oct 31 20:58 UTC 1994 |
Maybe it was a bear with a dog's tail?
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carl
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response 19 of 34:
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Nov 3 11:02 UTC 1994 |
Someone bare? With a dog's tale?
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cyberpnk
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response 20 of 34:
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Nov 4 18:50 UTC 1994 |
A bear tale?
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vishnu
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response 21 of 34:
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Nov 9 03:17 UTC 1994 |
yessum.
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dadroc
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response 22 of 34:
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Jan 18 17:00 UTC 1995 |
I am looking for reliable gargoyles, not dogs, any ideas?
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carl
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response 23 of 34:
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Feb 8 11:12 UTC 1995 |
You're looking for "really a bull" gargoyles? All I've got are a
winged simp and a winged lion.
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orinoco
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response 24 of 34:
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Jul 16 15:51 UTC 1997 |
Yes, but at the very top of the Dental Building lives a chair.
Or once lived.
Until it was evicted.
Now it lives in the garbage pit at the far end of a forgotten alley.
Such is the tragedy of modern life, the meaninglessness of existence, and poor
garbage disposal facilites.
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