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To: Gauguin who wrote (2869)	8/3/1999 1:06:00 AM
From: jpmac	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2971

I was jest 'bout to ask if you'd heard any good jokes lately. Here's fer you: The highway looked like the Fourth of July. Red, blue, yellow, and white flashing and dancing in the headlights. Tumbleweeds blew across the road, bouncing over the car when he hit them head on. The big dipper hung right in his path and he laughed as drove straight through it.

To: Gauguin who wrote (2869)	8/3/1999 1:15:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 2971

I hate change too. Coming back here this weekend, (to XXXXX) felt odd. I don't know about anyone else, but to me these threads have a reality in my head that's almost physical. I SEE these threads. Feelings was a sort of ranch style place, with a balcony from which we could see the sunrise. It had woods, and in my mind, I SEE this!- there was a living room and a kitchen where X and J and I made grape jelly meatballs one Superbowl. I can see the corner where X the Alien turned TC into jelly and left only his Rolex, where he licked frosting off my toes on my birthday over three years ago!!!! XXXXX was an elegant pied à terre, a redo that X and I stole from a group of guys and may have resembled a frat house to start with, but that we filled with antiques and sunlight, good music and wine and taht gave birth to the Coven and a hot tub filled with durian. DAR was a log cabin in the woods, that had magical properties that turned it into a mansion when I wanted and a path that led to Rambi's den on the top of the mountain. And that big tree? jp and I sat under it, drinking beer and watching people fight one week. And that barbeque out back? Well, you KNOW what happened there! And this doesn't even begin to cover the fantasies of TC and penni, or Bub abd Rambi, or Esmerelda and Juan THere is a whole damn universe here.... Susceptible to cataclysmic change. But we'll find another universe to settle if need be.

To: Gauguin who wrote (2869)	8/3/1999 1:19:00 AM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2971

Maybe it'll be okay. It does seem glacier-like in inevitability. If the deranged Mark Barton is, indeed, the man who tried to sell his kidney on SI (you were speaking of the cheering and other effects of money), I wonder if all those deaths would have happened if he had succeeded in making the macabre sale. Or if he'd won the lottery. If something along those lines had happened to lessen his desperation. I'd better go to bed, really. My mood is just so dreary. 'Night, G.