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- From: jeg5s@uva.pcmail.Virginia.EDU
- Subject: A holiday story (Mike liked it?)
- Message-ID: <1992Dec26.082035.6603@uvaarpa.Virginia.EDU>
- Sender: mmdf@uvaarpa.Virginia.EDU (Mail System)
- Reply-To: jeg5s@uva.pcmail.Virginia.EDU
- Organization: The Internet
- Date: Sat, 26 Dec 1992 08:20:35 GMT
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- This is a random thing I wrote the summer before 9th grade. Sent
- it the band about a month ago and got a goofy card back from
- Mike; he stole a couple of lines, and says that Barry Manilow
- didn't write "I Write the Songs"... anyways, here tis... merry
- christmas... this may require a B....
-
- TAKE US TO WEEKAPAUH -- ALL THE WAY AND FURTHER -- OUR BLASTOPAST
- IS PACKED AND OUR "goshdarn" (5-28-89) MYSTERY SHIP IS FUELED --
- WE GOTTA LEAVE SANITY BEHIND EARLY AND GET TO THE PLACE OTHERS
- MIGHT HAVE MISSED. CAN I TALE YOU A TELL? CAUSE THERE'S
- SOMETHING OUT THERE, SOMETHING YOU'VE WHISTLED AWAKING OR HEARD
- IN THE DIN OF THAT NIFTY BUS, THAT NONE OF US HAS KNOWN BUT ONE
- DOES KNOW HAS GROWN AND, IF T'WERE (BUT T'WERE'NT) T'NIGHT THAT
- YE'D BE JUST DOWN THE TRAX, WELL, MAYBE THE STORY OF THE MORAL
- WILL HELP GET US THERE...
-
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-
- KING ARTHUR AND THE RIGHTS OF ANIMAL CRACKERS ON A ROUND TABLE
-
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-
- Once upon a time, I knew what those four words meant. Then
- they meant I had to go to bed. Now they mean I have to listen to
- some stupid fairy tale. I don't think I ever really liked fairy
- tales until I got to college. I know I never really feel
- comfortable at room temperature. I'm also not sure anyone fully
- appreciates animal crackers. Not even Cracker Jacks come in a
- box with a carrying string. And you sure can't bite the heads
- and feet off a Chicken McNugget. (I hate reading paragraphs with
- parentheses: I'm never sure whether or not I should just whisper
- those parts.) Have you ever ended a written sentenced with
- quotation marks just to confuse the reader?"
-
- My Uncle Arthur pronounces his first name (Arthur, not
- Uncle) "foo-kway". He says it's becase he enjors a good bowl of
- applesauce, and green isn't that close to blue anyway. Uncle
- Arthur never liked animal crackers. Uncle Arthur also never made
- any sense. He thought he was a fish -- kept kneeling on the
- floor, looking up at the ceiling, whistling show tunes and
- waiting for someone to sprinkle food in his face. When Aunt
- Sarah was in a tolerant mood, she'd throw graham cracker crumbs
- at him. When she wasn't, she'd empty the hand-held vacuum all
- over his facelifts. I never understood lifting faces higher than
- the rest of the body. I also never understood why people use
- hand-held vacuums to clean up spilt food when all you really need
- is a kid sister. Then again, a kid sister might not clean up
- smashed bugs in the den. But a kid brother most definitely
- would. He might even bite off the heads and feet and carry them
- in a box with a string.
-
- Longue thyme, know sea. I never really enjoyed homonyms.
- Synonyms I can handle, because you can't hear them. Like a
- silent e, they might as well not be there. Why do all silent e's
- come at the end of words? Quick: who invented the paper clip?
- Did you ever read a diary written by a llama? They always come
- out sounding like a dog wrote them, and there's nothing as
- repetitive and subservient as reading the life story of a dog. A
- Chicken McNugget, maybe, but not a dog. I had a diary once, but
- I couldn't keep up with it. I think my kid brother Eralph (with
- a silent e) was pulling it away with an animal cracker cage's
- string.
-
- Barry Manilow makes some pretty outrageous claims. I don't
- think I heard even one song he wrote that made me laugh or cry.
- I never could listen long enough to get very emotional, at least
- not past that initial on-the-brink-of-explosive bottom of your
- stomach thing. I wish I could see everybody smile, all at the
- same time. Maybe we should all get together and play old Barry
- Manilow records. On third thought (I secretly considered it this
- morning before I brushed the fuzz off my teeth), life's a bitch
- and then you bury one, or at least that's what Uncle Arthur used
- to say. She didn't cry at the funeral. I think I'd like to
- learn to polka. That and take a group bath in a large bowl of
- lightly chilled strawberry jello with flourescent ukelales
- squeaking in the background. No Tupperware, though: it makes the
- jello edges get rubbery. And no fruit slices: they'll stop up
- the ukelales. Is Jim Henson really dead? Is Herr Bush really
- president? I have this recurring nightmare that my Uncle Arthur
- has woken up to find that the fuzz in his navel has turned to
- tapioca pudding and clogged his gills.
-
- If I had a dime for every time my mother began a sentence
- with "if I had a nickel for every time...", then I'd be twice as
- rich as she wasn't. "Nickel" is kind of a stupid word. So is
- "cow." Cow. Nickel. Cow. Nickel. Not very stimulating
- dial-a-gogue, now, is it? Life's a big word, but somebody has to
- spell it. "Google" -- that's supposed to be the name for a
- number with a one and then one-hundred zeroes, but my
- multiplication tables stopped at seven, so I never really got to
- exercise my knowledge of google. I have a drawer full of paper
- clips; there are probable a google of those. Do you ever feel
- like your throat might be closer than it seems? Everything
- happened either once upon a time or long, long, ago. Someday, I
- want to hear a fairy tale that happened that morning.
-
- Why do people park on driveways and drive on parkways? (I
- stole that last line, so if you repeat it to anyone, say it in
- parentheses.) Why do hotdogs come in packs of ten, while buns
- come in packs of eight or twelve? We always end up throwing the
- extra two at Uncle Arthur. He likes them.
-
- This morning, in a galaxy far, far away, someone called me a
- hypocrite. A hypocrite is still a person, but who isn't one?
- Liberachi. I never liked any of my loved ones. I hope they
- don't put "R.I.P." on my tombstone. I won't. Maybe just an
- engraving of a paper clip on a carrying string. Before I die,
- someone emancipate Uncle Arthur and the animal crackers.
- Everyone smile. And play me a polka. I'm going swimming in the
- jello."
-
- KEEP SMILING, GLIDING, AND RIDING THAT TRAIN!!!....
- ........SOMEONE SOMEWHERE IN C-VILLE!
-
- claimed mine by ellis godard. reproducible in whole or large
- part, but never for profit, and only with credit. except for mike
- gordon stealing the "if i had a dime" line.
-
- cya Monday night! :-)
-
-
- ELLIS OF LEMURIA email: jeg5s@uva.pcmail.virginia.edu
- snail mail: P.O. Box 3240, Charlottesville, VA 22903
- +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
- motto: keep smiling, gliding, and riding that train!! :-)
-