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.