From: "Adam Reinardy" <skalholic-AT-hotmail.com>
Subject: Fwd: ati174.txt
Date: Thu, 15 Apr 1999 13:06:48 PDT





>From: Marc Frucht <kokopeli-AT-execpc.com>
>Reply-To: Marc Frucht <kokopeli-AT-execpc.com>
>To: skalholic-AT-hotmail.com
>Subject: ati174.txt
>Date: Thu, 15 Apr 1999 14:09:44 -0500 (CDT)
>
Thought you all would enjoy my mate's zine
>
>
>look out 010100, fullsteamahead...
>==============>
>"And the Ord said 'Let 
>Yard Sale Season Begin.'"
>
>        pi(e)2K
>Just 600 shopping days LEFT 'til 
>the gnu milenialism. 
>9904110331CWT (central What - Ever! 
>Time.)
>
>Live, from the triple canopy 
>temperate rainforest, it's ATI2000
>Motor Trend 'Zine of the Year.
>
>	  aaa    ttttttt     iiiii
>	 a   a      t          i
>	 aaaaa      t          i
>	 a   a      t          i
>	 a   a  1   t    4   iiiii   7
>(oops. re-verse that...)
>
>As Per You-zuwal we be doin' dat 
>Numbahs Rumba, 'cause
>`At's what wedo sometimes.
>N a 1, N a 2, N a 3...
>
>http://jessklein.com
>http://www.geocities.com/nashville/5737
>http://www.countryjoe.com
>http://www.aural-sects.com
>http://cosmos.lod.com/~ati/atreadme.txt
>http://www.theofficenet.com/~redorman
>http://guinnessfleadh.com
>http://www.downcity.net/~szarka/music/list.html
>http://www.nashvillewiundersiege.com
>http://www.abbiemovie.com
>http://baez.woz.org
>http://walmartsucks.com
>http://www.freespeech.org/kokopeli/columns.html
>
>Oh, and one last numbah:
>#chatty-chat-chat via dalnet.
>Prime Anarchist will make a subconscious
>effort to be there at least once every
>noon and midnite.
>(if U miss us there, try #moxyfruvous
>thru undernet)
>
>Greetz, Luvboms, and sh0u+'s to:
>MF, Fighting Bob La Follette, Rusty
>Feingold, Saji, Huntsville, Ala.,
>Mister Music LLC. Pawn Loans.
>
>
>LETTUCE FROM OUR HEADS
>
>
>Staci, 
>please forward this to 
>Marco (I lost his address)
>	
>Adam 
>
> THE GREAT "GAS OUT"
> It's time we did something about 
>the price of gasoline in America!  
>We are all sick and tired of high 
>prices when there are literally 
>millions of gallons in storage.  
>Know what I found out?  If there 
>was just ONE day when no one 
>purchased any gasoline, prices 
>would drop drastically. The 
>so-called oil cartel has decided 
>to slow production by some 
>2 million barrels per day to 
>drive up the price.  I have 
>decided to see how many Americans 
>we can get to NOT BUY ANY GASOLINE 
>on one particular day!  Let's have 
>a GAS OUT!  
>  Do not buy any  gasoline on 
>APRIL 30, 1999!!!!!  
>Buy on Thursday before, or Saturday 
>after. Do not buy any gasoline on 
>FRIDAY, APRIL 30, 1999. 
>Wanna help?  
>Send this message to everyone you 
>know. Ask them to do the same. 
>All we need is a few million to 
>participate in order to make 
>a difference. Let me know how 
>many will send out. We CAN make a 
>difference.
>
>Thank-you.
>
>    >>>>
>
>April 4, 1999
>To ati-AT-etext.org
>Hello Marco Capelli,
>
>Thought you might find the 
>following website to be a useful 
>resource for any international 
>letter writing/lobbying/
>advocacy campaign:
>
>Address Directory - 
>Politicians of the World
>http://www.trytel.com/~aberdeen/
>
>Snail mail and, being added, 
>e-mail, phone and fax contact 
>info for the provincial governors, 
>prime ministers,  presidents 
>and monarchs of 195 nations.
>
>ie:
>Slobodan Milosevic
>Federal President
>Savezna Skupstina
>11000   Belgrade, Serbia
>Yugoslavia
>e-mail:  slobodan.milosevic-AT-gov.yu
>webpage:  http://www.gov.yu
>
>Best regards,
>Donald V.
>
>    <<<<
>
>Hey Marc, 
>I've got a poem for your zine. 
>Kelsi
> 
>    ----<><><><>----
>
>I live in a place called free,
>where you do what you do,
>and you be what you be.
>
>No one is exiled or 
>shunned at first glance,
>everyone here
>is given a chance.
>
>Too bad you must die 
>to be where I've been
>to hear what I've heard, 
>to see what I've seen.
>
>No longer do I, feel superior to those,
>who once had no friends
>'cause they had no cool clothes.
>
>In heaven you see, 
>we are all equal,
>I am to you, 
>as you are to me
>
>-By Kelsi d.
>April '99
>
> `'`'`'`'`'
>
>I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag
>         KOSOVO VERSION
>Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
>Uncle Sam needs your help again.
>He's got himself in a terrible jam
>Way down yonder in KOSOVO
>So put down your books and pick up a gun,
>We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
>
>And it's one, two, three,
>What are we fighting for ?
>Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
>Next stop is KOSOVO;
>And it's five, six, seven,
>Open up the pearly gates,
>Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
>Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
>
>Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
>Your big chance has come at last.
>Gotta go out and get those SERB'S
>The only good SERBIAN is the one who's dead
>And you know that peace can only be won
>When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
>
>And it's one, two, three,
>What are we fighting for ?
>Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
>Next stop is KOSOVO;
>And it's five, six, seven,
>Open up the pearly gates,
>Well there ain't no time to wonder why
>Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
>
>Huh!
>
>Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
>Why man, this is war au-go-go.
>There's plenty good money to be made
>By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
>Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
>They drop it on the SERBIANS.
>
>And it's one, two, three,
>What are we fighting for ?
>Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
>Next stop is KOSOVO.
>And it's five, six, seven,
>Open up the pearly gates,
>Well there ain't no time to wonder why
>Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
>
>Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
>Pack your boys off to KOSOVO.
>Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
>Send 'em off before it's too late.
>Be the first one on your block
>To have your boy come home in a box.
>
>And it's one, two, three
>What are we fighting for ?
>Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
>Next stop is KOSOVO.
>And it's five, six, seven,
>Open up the pearly gates,
>Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
>Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
>
>[prime tellin' ya... if you wanna see
> Country Joe's website, go to:
> http://www.countryjoe.com 
> As an official phan of the Drs. W/Out
> Borders Movement, I must say, I'm 
> extra stoked about Joe's tireless
> support of the Florence Nitengale
> movement.]
>
>'`'`'`'`'`'`'`'`
>
><PAWN> PENTAGON SAYS BLAH, BLAH, BLAH,
>YADDA, YADDA, BLAH, BLAH, YADDA, YADDA,
>BLAH.
>[Laundryton, DC.] - For the 432nd time
>this year, men with bowties, beady eyes
>and malnourished evil faces have spoken
>officially on the Pentagon's behalf and
>for the 432nd time Jennifer Smith is not
>impressed.
>   "Sounds like gibberish to me," said
>Jenny, the New Jersey teen, a polysigh
>major at Georgetown minoring in rhetoric.
>   "Blah blah blah! You ask me, I say
>same shit different day, you know? I 
>can get more up to date news rereading
>page 92 of 1984 by George Orwell,
>published in 1948 by Bantam Walden Hill,
>Donnelly Random World Warner House Brace
>Dalton Jovanovich Mather Lynch & Hughes 
>Burroughs, inc."
>   Jenny said she hates being away from 
>home so young in life, she hates the 
>phone calls she used to get when at 
>seven years of age people used to dial
>her up at 867-5309 and ask her "who can
>I turn to?" and she really hates liver.
>   But asked what she would do given the
>choice between joining ROTC or eating
>liver, she was seen setting her cellphone
>to redial 8675309 and stuffing enough 
>cow guts, pig intestines and horse heart
>to expire a man twice her age, and 
>three times her size.
>    -30-
>
>WHAT BULL MARKET? HORSEPUCKEY.
>Dow 10K Proves No Fun For Man At Coffee
>Shop Who Just Sort Of Sits There.
>----
>Zacharia Longstein can't find a job so he
>just drinks coffee until the homeless 
>shelter lets him in for the night.
>----
>   by Jerzah Ewing and EF Browning  Staff
>      reporters of the Wall Straight Mind
>      Rot.
>LEONIA, NJ - For people lined up five city
>blocks awaiting their next meal, you
>wouldn't know the economy's the best it's
>ever been.
>   "Happy days are here again..." Longstein
>was heard singing to nobody in particular,
>complete with perfect harmony, occasional
>word salad, and constant facial tics.
>   Just yesterday Longstein was worth forty
>billion.
>   Asked what done him in, Longstein said, 
>"I invested in Serbia one year too early!"
>He explained that had he waited until 
>August or September, he could have trebled
>his capitalism on no money down. But for
>his poor timing he's now the proud owner
>of a failing bodybag and casketmaking
>factory in Billings, Mont.
>   Lonstein, expecting to fall to his 
>death from the Empire Stout building, 
>managed to petrify landing in four 
>feet of fresh Rudolf Giuliani 
>pidgeon dung. 
>
>
>    ----    ----    ----    ----
>   And now, another prime anarch
>           ist pet peeve...
>   Places like applebees, hooters, 
>chilis etc., who print many pictures 
>of phamous people like Christina 
>Applegate, Bill Cosby, Marco Capelli
>and Cher as if your local chain 
>restaurant really IS a place where
>phamous celebrated scum phrequent.
>    ----    ----    ----    ----
>
>>Compassion
>>    submitted by someone.
>>
>>Angels must be confused by war.
>>Both sides praying for protection,
>>yet someone always gets hurt.
>>Someone dies.
>>Someone cries so deep
>>they lose their watery state.
>>
>>Angels must be confused by war.
>>Who can they help?
>>Who can they clarify?
>>Whose mercy do they 
>>cast to the merciless?
>>No modest scream can be heard.
>>No stainless pain can be felt.
>>All is clear to angels
>>except in war.
>>
>>When I awoke to this truth
>>it was from a dream I had last night.
>>I saw two angels conversing in a field
>>of children's spirits rising 
>>like silver smoke.
>>The angels were 
>>fighting among themselves
>>about which side was right
>>and which was wrong.
>>Who started the conflict?
>>
>>Suddenly, the angels stilled themselves
>>like a stalled pendulum,
>>and they shed their compassion
>>to the rising smoke
>>of souls who bore the watermark of war.
>>They turned to me with those eyes
>>from God's library,
>>and all the pieces fallen
>>were raised in unison,
>>coupled like the breath
>>of flames in a holy furnace.
>>
>>Nothing in war comes to destruction,
>>but the illusion of separateness.
>>I heard this spoken so clearly 
>>I could only write it down 
>>like a forged signature.
>>I remember the compassion,
>>mountainous, proportioned for the universe.
>>I think a tiny fleck still sticks to me
>>like gossamer threads
>>from a spider's web.
>>
>>And now, when I think of war,
>>I flick these threads to all the universe
>>hoping they stick on others 
>>as they did me.
>>Knitting angels and animals
>>to the filamental grace of compassion.
>>The reticulum of our skyward home.
>
>
>Garden of Love
>    submitted by someone else.
>
>well there's a rose for the way 
>my spirits rose when we met,
>a forget-me-not to remind me 
>to remember not to forget,
>an ash for the way i 
>ashed you to be true,
>and a pine for the way 
>i pined over you.
>
>And the sun and the rain,
>fell from up above,
>and landed on the earth below 
>in my garden of love.
>
>There's a beetroot for the day 
>you said that you to be-true to me,
>a sweet pea for the sweet way 
>you always used to ....smile at me.
>but you had friends who needed you,
>there was ferdy, there was liza,
>so just for them, i put down 
>a load of fertilizer
>
>And the sun and the rain,
>fell from up above,
>and landed on the earth below 
>in my garden of love.
>
>now gus the gardener's left now 
>and you went with him too,
>the fungus here reminds me of 
>the fun gus is having with you.
>the rockery's a mockery, 
>with weeds it's overgrown,
>the fuschia's gone ...
>i can't stand the fuschia all alone.
>
>and my teardrops fell like rain 
>from the skies above
>and poisoned all the flowers
>in my garden of love.
>      
>   [prime anarchist's phirst
>    response to this poem:
>    (I don't know why...) Remember
>    Peter Benchley's wife telling
>    over fone of his 3am long 
>    walk in the park?]
>
>    <> <> <> <>
>
>marco's lighter side of...
>1.
>Carlos Devadip Santana's
>OYE COMO VA if the words were just
>like the music.
>
>Oye Como Va 
>Maritmo
>Bueno Pagozar
>Mulatta
>
>" "
>
>Oye Oye Oye Oye
>Oye Oye Oye Oye
>Como, Como, Va
>Oye Oye Oye Oye
>Oye Oye Oye Oye
>Como, Como,
>Como, Como Va
>
>2.
>Cher's BELIEVE if the words
>matched the music.
>
>Do you
>
>3.
>Some silly song by either Kurt 
>Vonnegut or Lech Walesa.
>
>I'm cryin' inside and
>Nobody knows it but...
><spoken> YOU! and Everyone-else- 
>who's-listening-to-this-station- 
>right-this-moment,-i.e.-basically-
>just-about-every-f-ing-body!
>
>4.
>(fries??)
>
><?>
>jejejejejejejeje
>jajajajajajajaja
>jojojojojojojojo
>    es espanol "meaning:"
>ha! I kill me!
></?>
>
>MEDIA RE-PORT, by rATIug.
>Garrison Keillor's telling about 
>100 jokes in a row tonite. Shoulda
>called it "I've heard about half."
>I suspect he's just printed out
>every set-up that's been forwarded
>or cc'd to him and 562 other people
>this week.
>
>I take it back, he had some guests
>on next that played some really 
>great olde thyme bluze, and then
>Paula Poundstone came onstage and
>gave great talk.
>   
>OK I don't take it back. The jokes
>he read sucked. Everything else 
>about the show was out of this 
>world. Splendorific, terrous oxide, 
>shag-adellic, baybeee. Oh, beHAVE.
>
>If you hurry, you can catch the
>rebroadcast 2morrow (sunday) on a
>NPR station near ewe.
>   
><beginning>
>...
></beginning>
>
>Hey, I didn't write 
>a poem this week.
>Sobe it. 
>\Ginko!\
>I rather put Stutz's song 
>here as the ending instead:
>
>"25 Year Old," written morning of 
>97.07.14 after drinking coffee & having
>simply red "holding back the years" 
>in my head.
>
>sing a sad lonely song of the bindings 
>of time, of the 80s long gone and the
>clothing & styles long gone -- 
>first time simply red appeared on the 
>radio and where it is now, an office 
>staple, and all the places in the world 
>in constant change. singing about 
>looking for when i changed, or when it
>happened:
>
>chords: d - d - g - e
>
>tab:
>
>+----------------+-----2-3-2-2----
>+--3-3-3---------+-3-3------5-5--3
>+----------------+----------------
>+----------------+----------------
>+----------------+----------------
>+----------------+----------------
>
>+----------------+
>+---3--3-3-------+
>+----------------+
>+----------------+
>+----------------+
>+----------------+
>
>D    G    E
>2    3    0
>3    3    0
>2    0    1
>0    0    2
>x    x    x
>x    x    x
>
>
>i'm going down--
>25 years ago i'm going down
>20 years ago i'm going down
>a decade ago i'm going down
>1 year ago i'm going down
>6 months ago i'm going down
>1 month ago i'm going down
>1 week ago i'm going down
>1 day ago i'm going down
>an hour ago ago i'm going down
>a minute ago i'm going down
>a second ago i'm going down
>this instant right now i'm going down
>a second from now i'm going down
>a minute from now i'm going down
>an hour from now i'm going down
>one day from now i'm going down
>a week from now i'm going down
>1 month from now i'm going down
>6 months from now i'm going down
>a year from now i'm going down
>5 years from now i'm going down
>a decade from now i'm going down
>20 years from now i'm going down
>25 years from now i'm going down
>
>
>(c) 1997 Michael Stutz; this 
>info is free; it may be redistributed
>and/or modified under the terms of 
>the GNU General Public License, either
>Version 2 of the License, or (at your 
>preference) any later version, and as
>long as this sentence remains; this 
>information comes WITHOUT ANY WARRANTY;
>without even the implied warranty of 
>MERCHANTABILITY or FITNESS FOR A
>PARTICULAR PURPOSE; see the GNU 
>General Public License for more details. 
>
>
>
>
>Send it all to ati-AT-cosmos.lod.com
>
>
>...or should we worry more over 101099??
>
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