razzamatazz /* yes, Gs & please, *meow*, not lil bow wow, but the holy whoa, oh, cupola chits & chats bobbin' yo hob nob back at ya and, uh, we don't do that po-pop, you dig, dog? blow your node & note down what i wrote 'roun this midnought, listen, don't jus' glisten there without saxocare or where was i, lost in this yawn & on point for another finger joint, i'm not playin', finger-pop, but i gotta make this drop like it's hip hop, try & stop me, baby, sun's out, sky's blue, it sure do & way up up & away this supermac say, unless you gonna do it, he blew it, & that's true, word, you heard it blurred here first http://world'sworst.interred you see that's how it be, me, the biz-e, B-O-what
-- Bob Marcacci We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like? - Jean Cocteau > From: Alan Sondheim <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Reply-To: Theory and Writing <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU> > Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 17:25:50 -0500 > To: <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU> > Subject: razz /* > > razz /* > no, guys and gals, cats and kittens, not the sick schtick but the flute > beaut, coupla chicks and cats, coupla babes and bobs, high trippin gin > slippin pill poppin snow hoppin dudes with ludes, take a hessian session > up the road and down the code, listen to the tail wail, the head bed, > shuttup she said in the hard charred burned locomotive dawn & while > furious & while delirious & while theyre outta room & the big one falls, > these hepcats are havin fun starin at the sun, countin up to one, mountin > the hun. th fountain that run up that purple hilltop majesty, down from > sea to shinin sea, they gonna do it, the way she blew it, that cat she > knew it, wham bam thank you mam http://www.asondheim.org/fluflew.mp4 heh > those cats can blow now cant they
