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To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (2405)	1/24/1999 10:59:00 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 13015

"A man is as good as his word, if a man's word is no good, then he is no good" James H Stiltner Words to live by from his Grandfather Savannah,GA 1/21/99 Harker Heights,TX J.T. (wearing his devoted Bronco cap) being out-numbered by a whole lot of Georgians from Savannah (James finding HIS Hawks cap), waiting for J.Freeman to arrive; saying if both of 'em were at a place in San Antonio yesterday- neither of 'em would get served with those hats on. J.T. reciting Andrew Dice Clay and me "Theres a Grandfather's Clock in the Hall"- couple of real F poets here Small WORLD: Crossing paths with Freeman, and time does stop, and we try to remember 18 years like it was yesterday, over MGD and Cuervo ,Swimsuits and Boots and what we do best across the street and back then too-giving money away. Lightning storm and three moons - showing Dana the best shot we got. And getting a hug from her.

To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (2405)	1/24/1999 11:11:00 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 13015

There's a Grandfather's Clock in the Hall There's a Grandfather's Clock in the Hall,watch it closely.The minute hand stands still, then it jumps, and in between jumps there is no-Time, And you are a child again watching the reflection of early morning sunlight on the ceiling above your bed, Or perhaps you are fifteen feet under water and holding your breath as you struggle with a rock-snagged anchor, or holding your breath just long enough for one more long, slow thrust to make the orgasm really intolerable, Or you are wondering why you do not really give a damn, as they trundle you off to the operating room, Or your mother is standing up to get married and is very pretty and excited and is a virgin, and your heart overflows, and you watch her with tears in your eyes, or She is the one in the hospital room and she is really dying. They have taken out her false teeth, which are now in a tumbler on the bedside table, and you know that only the undertaker will ever put them back in. You stand there and wonder if you will ever have to wear false teeth. She is lying on her back, and God, is she ugly, and With gum-flabby lips and each word a special problem, she is asking if it is a new suit that you are wearing. You say yes and hate her uremic guts, for she has no right to make you hurt the way that question hurts. You do not know why that question makes your heart hurt like a kick in the scrotum, For you do not yet know that the question, in its murderous triviality, is the last thing she will ever say to you, Nor know what baptism is occurring in a sod-roofed hut or hole on the now night-- swept steppes of Asia, and a million mouths, like ruined stars in darkness, make a rejoicing that howls like wind, or wolves, Nor do know the truth, which is: Sieze the nettle of innocence in both your hands, for this is the only way, and every Ulcer in love's lazeret may, like a dawn-stung gem, sing--or even burst into whoops of, perhaps, holiness. But, in any case, watch the clock closely. Hold your breath and wait. Nothing happens, nothing happens, then suddenly, quick as a wink, and slick as a mink's prick, Time thrusts through the time of no-Time Robert Penn Warren 1974