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To: mr.mark who wrote (3990)	5/25/1999 2:06:00 PM
From: Elmer Flugum	Respond to of 13018

"there is no pain, you are receding. a distant ship's smoke on the horizon. you are only coming through in waves. your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'. when I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye. i turned to look but it was gone. i cannot put my finger on it now. the child is grown, the dream is gone. i have become comfortably numb." Pink Floyd

To: mr.mark who wrote (3990)	5/25/1999 3:33:00 PM
From: Elmer Flugum	Respond to of 13018

"Wind Up" When I was young and they packed me off to school and taught me how not to play the game, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was a fool. So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm their half-assed smiles and the book of rules. So I asked this God a question and by way of firm reply, He said: "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays". So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers I don't believe you: you had the whole damn thing all wrong He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all the bishops harmonize these lines how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son when that was just an accident of Birth. I'd rather look around me compose a better song 'cause that's the honest measure of my worth. In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me, as you lick the boots of death born out of fear. I don't believe you: you had the whole damn thing all wrong He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays." Jethro Tull