Love-Hounds-request@EDDIE.MIT.EDU.UUCP (12/10/86)
Really-From: Robert Stanzel <apollo!rps> Since we're submitting poetry to the list, here's some prose from "CLE" magazine, #3A, ~1980, Cleveland's magazine of the avant-garage: French soon burst through the front door attired most inadequately for the modest occasion which then met his eyes. There on the davonport perched the delectable Buffy, her eyes wide and moist, teetering on the very edge of total hysteria. For Jody and Mrs. Beezely had decided to take her hostage in order to secure certain control of television reception and program selection. No sooner had the slow-witted Mr. French closed the door, Bette Beezely pulled out her speargun and fired, sending the deadly projectile straight through the gentleman's left hand, pinning him firmly to the fresh woodwork. At the same instant Jody plunged a brand new screwdriver deep into Buffy's throat causing her to convulse and scream. Upon regaining his composure French picked up a nearby vial of powerfully caustic fluid and cast its contents over the playful twins, without reservation. Mrs. Beezely has, meanwhile, been unemployed. "I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular" Rob Stanzel -------