FROM THE EDITOR'S TOILET
Good Morning Campers I hope I didn't
wake you with my farting.
As recited by the wonderful
Well its a been a long time. Too long for the clap
on,....clap off generation. Nasty threats,
letters, yogurt coupons. Nuclear Power Stations, alive with butterflies.
Movies with dogs,
lizards & whales. Now nothing matters. Entire Alphabets on fire, ablaze
with truth, speak
aloud. Steal your money, to sell you the world. My lies have become Ramen
gourmet dinners for the masses. Young Doctors try to "fix" my
brain. Dry jello passing off
as intelligence, fascinated by nothing but a circle of friends, smiling,
Remembering pictures to stab when alone, to cry of larceny, deception, marble
tiles of lies
- stretching from here to there. Is it really the journey and not the bus
? All written in
stone. Try to tell me true creativity takes money, takes time. Takes promotion,
tickets, spitting blood, cursing others to elevate oneself. Pain would create
more glad than
a thousand buckets of cash. The paper that I write upon is not worth more
then a beer
cap. Save a forest, save a tree, save a roast beef sandwich for me ! Forget
do what makes you happy. Parents will spend cash, then grandparents, then
forget to change your mind every 40,000 words. Clean your mind be swimming.
fruit of strange countries. Breathe the air of Egypt. Read the words of
Socrates. Party on
Bill & Ted All letters, stories, pictures & money to: This Megazine
P.O. Box 67
Springbrook, NY 14140 or fax 883-3360.
Our Staff: WAZ:MAITRE D';ANDIE:BARMAID;DAVE:CROCKPOT;MARY:PRESSURE
Got Nothin' To Do ?
Serve a fecal meatloaf with semen
sauce to a dinner party of dwarves who
are dressed from head to toe in green
felt. Afterwards, strip & blindfold them and lead them to a vomitorium.
Film the whole
thing with a camcorder and send it in to America's Funniest Home Videos.
Timothy Wm. Eaton, ESQ III
I see that in back issue Summer '92, my name did not appear among ThisList
I want to be a member and bring others along with me. (Short version): I
am working as a
substitute teacher and in a juvenile delinquent center. They think I'm a
kid who can't get a
court date. - Sorry Charlie Brown.
Last time we heard, you were living in Disneyland and selling your
body for tatoo souvenirs. Please join our party. Remember to update your
address changes everyone. - The
Editor in Lard, Chicken butt.