to the poop we stoop in brief,
relief for dog and scooper

when doggie moves on
if we stay on the lawn,
we commit a silly blooper

~~~

joodles joodling





----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Kenneth Wolman" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Saturday, April 15, 2006 10:42 AM
Subject: Re: A few words from the Comeback Kid


>I hate to sound like a graduate of the high school debating team, but both 
>Jon and Anny understand it, albeit it's presented from different points of 
>view.  In the grand scheme, to misquote Thomas Pynchon, "Being born is all 
>you have to do."  That's the cosmic strategy, a sort of overcooked 
>Strindbergian lament (minus the helium) "Human life is miserable."  I am 
>more interested in the tactical aspects and in the totally unrealistic but 
>fulfilled belief that I can write dog-poo like this and get anyone to 
>respond to it.  Something touches a nerve somewhere.
>
> Ken
>
> Anny Ballardini wrote:
>> I can remember this : Fucked_
>>
>> point is we are all _Fucked_ one way or the other, but some find a 
>> sadistic pleasure in pushing others to a quicker collapse
>> when will just courts exist on earth, and not courts whose judgement is 
>> based on the evidence of facts
>>
>>
>>
>> From: "Jon Corelis" <[log in to unmask]>
>> Sent: Saturday, April 15, 2006 6:00 AM
>>
>>
>> Aw cheer up Ken:
>>
>> --------------------------------------
>>
>> Fucked
>>
>> You're born and you're fucked;
>>
>> and some little shit who's an inch and a half taller than you wants
>>   your toy truck and you're fucked;
>>
>> and here comes puberty and, man, talk about fucked...
>>
>> and a thousand luscious nymphs dazzle you from magazine covers and
>>   pick your pocket and you're fucked;
>>
>> and you go to college and you major in history you idiot and you're
>>   fucked;
>>
>> and you fall out of lock step and you're fucked;
>>
>> and the President is afraid his cock isn't big enough so they hand
>>   you a rifle and you're fucked;
>>
>> and a couple of thugs drinking malt liquor on the street corner say
>>   let's go see if that guy has any money and you're fucked;
>>
>> and you waste yourself working for nothing but weekends and paydays and
>>   one morning you forget to smile at your boss and you're fucked;
>>
>> and the years slam shut behind you and you're fucked;
>>
>> and your wife wants a divorce the house the kids the car and two thirds
>>   of your salary forever and you're fucked;
>>
>> and your big ideas end up in a drawer full of cancelled checks and
>>   you're fucked;
>>
>> and your doctor says I'm afraid I have some bad news and you're fucked;
>>
>> and they stick you with needles and tubes and people talk in whispers
>>    when they come into your room but you know that what they're saying
>>    is you're fucked.
>>
>> --------------------------------------
>>
>
>
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> ---------------------
> Kenneth Wolman www.kenwolman.com rainermaria.typepad.com
>          I never saw a wild thing
>        sorry for itself.
>        A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
>        without ever having felt sorry for itself
>                                     -- D. H. Lawrence
>