Kent:
Me comp is spatched.
But as an aside to thee_mate ...
Hey, Kenty, iv ever you want to run Anacreon, I'm yo boy.
Nightsy.
Robbo.
----- Original Message -----
From: "Gabriel Gudding" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, August 20, 2002 11:05 PM
Subject: Re: abusadore
> HI Robin. Listen, kin I ask why my name is at the bottom of this thread? I
> don't mind the association of my name with Swift's here but it kind of
> bothers me that here I am returning from months away from keyboardom to
> find my name lying in the gravel of an odi-et-amo thread, subject heading
> "abusadore," what gives?guh
>
> At 09:29 PM 8/20/2002 +0100, you wrote:
> >Kent.
> >
> > > OK, Randolph. But I guess we have very different definitions of
> > > "abuse". I, for one, do not see my little Minnepean pictures as
> > > abuse of any sort.
> >
> >Oh dear. Oh fucking dear.
> >
> >Are you +serious+ about this?
> >
> >[I'm sure you'll be a better man when you get tenure track. Velly sorry,
> >love ...
> >
> ><sigh>]
> >
> >Kent -- an, honest, I say this in all seriousness, try to read Swift's
> >"Drapier's Letters".
> >
> >Where you're at, where he woz.
> >
> >Robin
> >
> > > It was jsut a little bit of good-natured tickling. Us
> > > overly protocoled poets of these overly protocoled times should
> > > take a lesson from those now rotted Romans and tickle each other
> > > more often. Without warning and hard. With a stylus. In the armpit
> > > and in the groin. Poetry comes in different ways, and that's just
> > > another way that poetry can come.
> > >
> > > Give it to me, I say. Attack me, lustily. Honor me with stylish bile.
> > > Make me remembered when I am rotting.
> > >
> > > Hey, where's Gabriel Gudding, incidentally?
> > >
> > > Kent
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