Date:         Sat, 15 Mar 1997 23:57:34 EST
From: I could be sleeping! <mbarker@MIT.EDU>
Subject:      FILLER: For the WoOfess of Odd (was:Re: Fill: Foreign Aid - Was
              NAFTA)

On Sat, 15 Mar 1997 23:17:27 EST., Bill Lantry
<wlantry@OWL.ENGL.SRU.EDU> wailed in despondency at the feet of the
WoOfess of Odd...

:) How can I call you back to your better nature?

and I degenerate...

How can I call you back to your better nature?

Let me count the assumptions!

that there is a better nature
that Bill knows what it is
that one has been there before, and somehow drifted apart
that the place that one has gone to is worse, not better

that some siren call, some magical twist of verbage, some barrage of
baroque sound can pull one back

that it is a how, not a why, a who, a what, a where, or a when, that
needs to be elucidated (I got some email, and it was elucid, you know?
not just plain old wet brain cell lucid, but electronically enhanced
lucid--so clear it was painful...it sparked!)

that you won't get a busy signal when you call

that nature is something one moves to or from--sounds almost ideal,
there...

How can I call you back to your better nature?

with golden fleas and hard rock CDs,
and other little gifts,
you'll tempt the wolfess from the cave
and guide her away from the right
for your own sake...

and as the sheep fall over the bedside, we wave goodnight...except to
people in OZ, who should be wide awake now...to them, we say, "G'Day!"

say goodnight tink
goodnight
tink