From: matisse <matisse@pathetic.com> Froups: alt.angst,alt.music.smiths Subject: Re: that time of year Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2001 13:47:13 GMT looselyfused@my-deja.com wrote: > matisse <matisse@pathetic.com> wrote: > > looselyfused@my-deja.com wrote: > > > Raoul Xemblinosky <raoulx@bungmunch.com> wrote: > > > > matisse wrote: > > > > > Raoul Xemblinosky wrote: > > > > > > matisse wrote: > > > > > > > Raoul Xemblinosky wrote: > > > > > > > > matisse wrote: > > > > > > > > > Raoul Xemblinosky wrote: > > > > > > > > > > matisse wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > Raoul Xemblinosky wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > matisse wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > Raoul Xemblinosky wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > matisse wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > it has again become that time of year, that > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > time when i contemplate what i am going to > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > be doing next year. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > financial aid applications, fellowships, > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > etc. the later are not a real option > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > because i decided to go on holiday in > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > europe as opposed to writing a proposal. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > i made the right decision. in any case, i > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > am so screwed up as to what i want to do. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > on the one hand, i have almost completed my > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > program. on the other, i am not sure if the > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > degree will lead to job options that i could > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > live it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Blow it off, Juliane. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > that's my problem, i keep blowing it off. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > At least you could catch something that > > > > > > > > > > > > you might be ashamed of. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > but i'm still ill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Spineless swine, cemented mind > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > frankly, mr. shankly, i'm a sickening wreck > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I can smile about it now, but at the time > > > > > > > > it was terrible > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you kicked and cried like a bullied child, a > > > > > > > grown man at twenty-five > > > > > > > > > > > > That's nothing - you should hear me play piano > > > > > > > > > > we can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry > > > > > > > > So I meet you at the cemetry gates > > > > > > But I haven't got a thing to wear > > > > > > > the fabric of a tu-tu > > any man could get used to > > Oh, I'm not the man you think I am you handsome devil! > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Face the fact that you're not cut out for > > > > > > > > > > > > > > academia. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you are most likely right. i figure i only > > > > > > > > > > > > > really have maybe 2 decent papers in me, > > > > > > > > > > > > > and they have both already been written. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > i miss teaching, though. there is something > > > > > > > > > > > > > so magical that happens in a classroom. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > You just haven't earned that yet, baby. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > that joke isn't funny anymore > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Some dizzy whore, 1804 > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > well, i wouldn't say no > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Coyness is nice > > > > > > > > > > > > > > but it will stop you > > > > > > > > > > > > I'll take it... slowly > > > > > > > > > > oh god, my chance has come at last > > > > > > > > Prudence never pays > > > > > > Some girls are bigger than others > > > > i've got no right to take my place > > with the human race > > I could have been wild, I could have been free > But nature played this trick on me the good life is out there somewhere, so stay on my arm, you little charmer. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > You still have plenty of time to > > > > > > > > > > > > > > acquire a life. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > you mean i have plenty of time to master > > > > > > > > > > > > > the art of posting non-stop to usenet? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > If you like, but you're far better suited > > > > > > > > > > > > for the art of posting drivel to UseNet. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > i crack the whip and you skip > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > On the day that your mentality > > > > > > > > > > Catches up with your biology > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > yes, we may be hidden by rags, > > > > > > > > > but we have something they'll never have > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I know the windswept mystical air > > > > > > > > It means I'd like to see your underwear > > > > > > > > > > > > > > let me get my hands > > > > > > > on your mammary glands > > > > > > > > > > > > The pleasure and the privilege are mine > > > > > > > > > > so stay on my arm, you little charmer > > > > > > > > Honey pie, you're not safe here > > > > a strange fear gripped me and i just couldn't ask > > She wants it now, and she will not wait > when you say its going to happen now, what exactly do you mean? > > > > > > > > > > > > > hey, will you do me a favour? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > some freaks in alt.philosophy seem to > > > > > > > > > > > > > want someone to moderate a newsgroup. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > In my life, why should I give valuable time > > > > > > > > > > > > to... philosophy freaks? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > did i ever tell you, btw, i never did like your > > > > > > > > > > > face > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Unruly girls who will not settle down... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the dream has gone but the baby is real > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > But you could have said no if you'd wanted to > > > > > > > > > > > > > > lord knows it would be the first time > > > > > > > > > > > > Her skirt ascends for a watching eye > > > > > > > > Well, I'm still fond of you > > > > > > You're the one for me > > > > i'll spit in your eye > > > And pretty girls make graves if its not love, then its the bomb
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