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To: Oblomov who wrote (260289)	9/14/2003 1:55:50 PM
From: Tommaso	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 436258

McDonalds is the chief exhibition hall for obesity. I see plenty of skinny people at Big Lots. Stingy people. Say, what is this anti Big Lots snobbishness anyway? I once bought a huge supply of a premium imported Swiss nonalcoholic beer at Big Lots (Moussy) for $1.99 per sixpack.

To: Oblomov who wrote (260289)	9/14/2003 2:30:00 PM
From: Box-By-The-Riviera™	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 436258

indeed. and i would add... it is one thing to adopt the work of others...even improve the work or the message... but to claim it as orginal thought or not give credit.. that bothers me a bunch... along with the pseudo intellectualisms........ <g> plus: i could get turned on by a cute chick serving me ice cream no matter in what country the ice cream parlor is located.. anything else is some romantic overlay from the mental tool box (for better or worse)... so.. just what did the ice cream story reveal? something about french chicks serving ice cream? french chicks? any chick? ice cream? loneliness, horny-ness, in ability to tell DR. R he was a very horny bastard and that chick was giving him an erection (he had no one else to tell)... and why did he need to tell it? to assuage some puritan instinct, to find some context for those moments of "truth" and "beauty" soon to be extinguished once his "journey" to the "oracle" came to an end? was the story about unrequieted love, unrequieted yearnings for a mentor and guide, a fantasy quest for the holy grail where Arthur allows him to become a knight of the round table, the green knight, a Sir Gwaine? and then... back to solitaryness, the miasma, chaos, cheradic role playing and emptiness of TV Nation with its powerpoint presentations, limited slide show mentality... no more long cafe sojourns and sexy ice cream chicks, no more "knowing" cargo pants from Old Navy didn't make the man in the first fucking place? where is the man? oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh my adolescence, my obsolescence, my kafa insectness....... .................. ................ ......... .... .. . ennui- i die back to popping fart bubbles in my existential cell