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To: Impristine who wrote (59)	9/23/1998 4:08:00 PM
From: Robert C. Petersen	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 223

Lenny Bruce Lives !!!!!!

To: Impristine who wrote (59)	9/23/1998 6:20:00 PM
From: Hubert Few	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 223

For judgement is the prize, in whomsoever's mind the gift of redemption is despised Spellbound reckless voyueristic pride the tinkling sound of dropped change the moribund apocolyptic binge the spent addict's syringe Life in a subway aisle ureathric acid stinging the nostrils Vagabond travelers whose pentence lies in another day of drunken escape For whom does the siren wail? the stock ticker ticks dinner at eight air-conditioned suites a full plate, a tight belt Once the sunrise goes un-noticed it is an easy task to forget Once the Autumn leaves brown and gold drop for no reason the song remains a forgotten prelude drifting effortlessly from one set of lips to another There are only two days that count the first and the last all else stands as waiting spent in contemplation of our individual demise Noble gestures obliterate and obfuscate a pallet of warm fuzzy words lies in wait words that ryhme confuse, serve to abuse the privilege of articulated thought Once warmed forever chilled opposites drawn to a center like particles thrown aside God plays dice, and takes no side H. Few (who else?) 09/23/1998 sometime in the late afternoon