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11-25-2003, 05:33 AM #1
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Name the maggot/minion poet
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11-25-2003, 07:44 AM #2
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Too easy...even for me.
Sick and ashamed and happy (and nice work),
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11-25-2003, 07:57 AM #3
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I'll lay down $50 that it's by Ron Shevock.
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11-25-2003, 08:00 AM #4
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I'll take that bet! Oh, wait. No, I won't.Originally posted by bad_roo
I'll lay down $50 that it's by Ron Shevock.
Just here to give kudos for pulling the Teacher story out for all to see. Remains one of the best things I've ever read in the pages of Powder (or anywhere else for that matter). Thanks.
Sick and ashamed and happy (and does anyone know if Dappen is still writing (and if so, where)?),
d.
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11-25-2003, 10:40 AM #5
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Aspect Journal's starting to build into something pretty sweet.
"Step outside to quiet snowfall. My night of inhaling glue fumes and foam and plastic boot shavings, not to mention the ever-lovely musk of après ski foot odor, is almost over. With safety goggles and breathing mask still dangling around my neck, their red outlines still fresh on my face, I venture out of the cramped back stockroom that doubles as the tool shop for a much needed breath of arctic-cold fresh air.
Clink-clink. A little metal bell chimes behind me as I close the door. The sky is haggard above the comfy confines of the warmly lit retail showroom. No one is outside save a few Village employees, milling inconspicuously in the darkness, too demonized by the weather to stay indoors. I amble down the wooden deck and stop beneath a halogen light shining from an overhang. Its radius illuminates a hornet’s nest of billowing flakes that buzz around my face and reluctantly settle at my feet. A soft, ambient murmur emanates from the Moose, a snowball’s throw away. Car doors slam just beyond the Hostel as a set of headlights peels off into a black hole horizon, what tonight feels like the edge of the earth. "
Great stuff, Schmear. Et tres bien, Monsieur Chaussure...
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11-25-2003, 11:35 AM #6
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heh...I'll take the bet, you're on.Originally posted by bad_roo
I'll lay down $50 that it's by Ron Shevock.Waste your time, read my crap, at:
One Gear, Two Planks
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11-25-2003, 08:57 PM #7
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Ba-dump. Edit: Ty, remind me not to go to Vegas with you.
Last edited by Schmear; 11-25-2003 at 09:00 PM.
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11-25-2003, 09:47 PM #8
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cool...there's some great Indian casino's around here that we can tear up instead.Originally posted by Schmear
Edit: Ty, remind me not to go to Vegas with you.Waste your time, read my crap, at:
One Gear, Two Planks
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