Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2000 01:04:28 -0500
From: Daniel Carter <abz-AT-inch.com>
Subject: Re: The Soft Parade


On Wed, 22 Mar 2000 19:26:06 EST, Faizi wrote:

>>  Was there supposed to be anyone here... I'd love if there were...
>
>There used to be one or two.
>
>Vanquished now.
>
>I have been away for several months.  I think that, on this list, one leaves
>with no expectation of returning.  Yet, one returns.  Edward is here -- more
>or less.  He is an excellent writer.
>
>Daniel Carter is here.  I don't think that Daniel ever leaves.  He just
>ventures out once in a while -- unfortunately.
>
>Last time I was here, there was someone named John who lived in Canada.  I
>hated his guts, of course, and for very good reason.
>
>Whatever became of Ariosto?  Did he, alas, become the intellectual puppet
>that he longed to become; that he strived to become, despite the marijuana
>and the longing for the one perfect woman or, rather because of the marijuana
>and the longing for the one perfect woman?
>
>He gave up the love of the dance for Heidegger.  Such a waste; such a tragedy.
>
>The last time that I was here, I brought along two denizens of Genius.  That
>was a debacle.
>
>I will stop for now.  I have terminal mononucleosis and not much stamina.
>
>If I get any inspiration, I will, most certainly, pass it along.
>
>Faizi



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Spiral Breath come in please please commend














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