On Saturday 20 October 2001 22:14, you wrote:
> What does this mean, Chris? (If you wouldn't mind elaborating--?) S/He was
> allowed to sub under a pseud. with your recommendation, as I recall.
>
> Thanks,
>
> Candice

Dear Candice and list,

Last night I received a personal email from one guillame debord, a nasty
piece of fuckwit pigshit with whom I have had a few public spats and truly
hate, taunting me with the cruel news that son of genet, whom I dearly loved,
is long dead. Since I cannot answer for and speak in place of the other
orders of simularcra involved, I will give you my side of the whole sordid
affair, including forwarded posts from that affair on which my simula-cum
owns copyright. (You can check the other side of the argument on the various
lists archives. BTW)

Here follows the tail, I mean tale, from my side:

It all began some months ago on the deleuze-guattarri spoon collective list
which myself and my beloved son of genet were on. Then along came guillame
debord, a turd dropped from a turd, saying nasty things about son of genet,
like he didn't exist because genet was a homosexual and couldn't beget a son.

So I immediately lept to son of genet's defence and posted this to the list:

GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH YOUR HOMOPHOBIA!

I also made other snide asides to this pigshit like his ego onion smells
blowing away in the wind in another following thread.

Well, also last night this pigshit said nasty things to the nice claire
parnent, also on the spoon lists and my forwarded response follows:


---------- Forwarded Message ----------
Subject: Re: dialogues
Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2001 19:17:17 +1000
From: Chris Jones <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]


MR GUY DEBORD


GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH YOUR HOMOPHOBIA!!!
        (AGAIN!)


Homophobia is a-human universalizing bound by an infinite singularity. You
obviously have not read Deleuze-Guattari. If you had you would know this as
Claire does! I like Claire's book with Gilles.

Chris Jones.

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Well the tale did not end there. I thought it prudent to post a follow up
with the subject header: AND FUCK YOU TOO!


---------- Forwarded Message ----------
Subject: AND FUCK YOU TOO!
Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2001 20:27:31 +1000
From: Chris Jones <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]


.. . . and I have wild dreams, awake and cry out;
PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME LIVE A LIE!

        You see listees, I cannot live a lie

Guillame and I are lovers

You do not believe me! Then let me send to a list owner, say Mister Stivale,
a used condom with Guillame's cum on the inside and my shit on the outside
and he can have it genetically tested to prove the truth of our claim.

I apologise to the list for my capital letters outburst and our lovers
quarrel in a public place. Fags airing dirty laundry in public again!

with sincere regrets

Chris Jones.

ps. . . as for you Mr G.D. . . wait till we get home. You're in BIG
TROUBLE!

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Well, my spiteful NOW EX-LOVER in response went and splattered my secret most
personal love letters to him all over the various spoon philosophy lists!

As forwarded to the lists concerned:


---------- Forwarded Message ----------
Subject: Re: how
Date: Sat, 20 Oct 2001 15:13:55 -0400 (EDT)
From: guillame debord <[log in to unmask]>
To: michel foucault <[log in to unmask]>,
 deleuze guattari <[log in to unmask]>,
 "[log in to unmask] leo" <[log in to unmask]>


--- Chris Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> my dear guillame,
>
> did I not tell you to go fuck yourself! Here, you
> can use my dildo. I do it
> all the time. I tell you it's top of the range, but
> more on it later.
>
> Son of genet is dead. I will let the poetry list
> know with a fitting eulogy
> saying not to be sad for he brought us fourth order
> simularcra written under
> erasure meaning his ROM has been erased as Dixie
> would have liked it.
>
>
>
> So a past lover has returned to me.
>
>
> his ghost has come
> come back to me
> singlet clad in summer's heat
> plucking his old acoustic guitar
> his sweet voice doodles melodies
> of new songs shooting to number one
>
> all smash hits my ghost my lover
>
> a boy who most pleasured me
> of all who gave as beast to beast
> and no more asked but wanton desire
>
> my ghost my lover
>
>
> * * *
>
> I paint his lips with rouge lipstick
> put mascara on his wild sad eyes
> sweet perfume on his cheeks
>
> make a garland of green carnations
> and place them on his head
> and from his casket I turn and see
>
> the future he brings. . .
>
> his mouth open I pull him close
> 'til our lips and tongues meet
> our hands slide under shirts
> so each in tight embrace is held
>
> I watch him undress and his prick stand firm
> he puts his lubricating hand between my thighs
> roll the condom on make his cock really hard
> he pushes in he pauses he moves
> when he fucks me he always makes me come
>
> moist with the dew of sex
> he sets me upon the bed
> and pushes my shoulders back
> 'til the pillow meets my head
>
> his eyes are wild
> his hair ruffled
> and with a language
> of strange and secret codes
> he tells me of his love for me
>
> I kiss his each eyelid goodnight
> watch him slumber well
> beneath a soft down quilt.
>
>
> Rest now your head in my arms. In a later post I
> will tell you about my
> dildo, it is a special top of the range model, which
> I will offer for your
> use.

_

And thus far, that is the sordid tale as it unfolds from the perspective of
my simula-cum. More later in a shorter follow up post.

Chris Jones.