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- From: richh@netcom.com (richh)
- Subject: RICHH: WHY RICH AND PAUL DON'T WRITE SCIENCE FICTION
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- Date: Sun, 26 Jul 92 17:36:50 GMT
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- Hence Mazola, copilot of the Mighty Singing Air Fortress,
- Orlando Crease, strummed rhythmically on her ecto-vibe, as Skip
- Langder recited drote. Glans Largesse, celebrity of the moment on
- Glaucoma II for his valor and mistresses, wore proudly the barbed
- hide of the last unruly Bladderhorn.
- "Graaaaaaahhhhhhhrrrrrrrmmmmmmmm!"
- Grrens O'Gratin eyed the blackjack dealer surreptitiously,
- while Tsinga Tsonga Tsixpence, while Maighnes, the wily-eyed
- truffle, idled a tuber.
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- "Paul," yammed my mom, dancing for both rain and tinsel, "that
- nice RichH boy is outside...all gussied up! Why don't you go keep
- him company. His mother and her horde of angry sawbacks make the
- finest avocado spray, kindred puckey, and oh, their po' boys!"
- "But mom, you know I can't stand his prominent hammertoes,
- ravenous goiter, and He's no friend to the owls."
- Outside, I saw at once what "gussied up" was all about. Rich
- wore antecedents and was belaying Prudence her dew.
-
- a RICHH/PAUL false start
-