[net.suicide] now Ive done it

mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (02/27/84)

	Well, I never pretended to know what I'm doing. I found mod.ber
	amid much blushing and teppichfressen; read and agreed with chuck,
	who I am still unsure isn't either an AI project gone awry, a
	cerebrally enhanced tardigrade, or something else; I wrote a 
	harsh letter to uqui, attacking his reasoning, he wrote me
	a harsh letter, attacking me, and using for an example of a 
	happy person a certain tv character (context has been brutally
	disregarded. I don't like being told I know nothing about
	being human).  I couldn't kill the previous posting, because,
	(surprise) my login isn't mr.mincemeat, so I will kill myself
	now. (metaphorically speaking). read my poems. buy my book
	(when it comes out) or being dead, I will come to haunt you;
	You won't like having a spectral stereo playing teenage jesus
	at high ethereal volume late at night.  

	Little orphans running through the bloody snow, mincemeat.