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ISSUE Number Four 6/6/98
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TOC - In This ISSUE
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1) The Human VideoTape
2) How to Get Seduced by European Babes
3) Song 1# - Special Guest Song by Nirvana
4) Song 2# - Your Toothbrush is a Spy, Verse 1#
5) The Scariest Thing You Can Possibly Imagine
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Toad say hack lem tim bay
chin chin!
the sky is full of cherries
chin chin!
Erdbeer
chin chin!
Cornucopia - she had a cornucopia in her car!
I kind of preferred it - it was for little kids
And tons of plastic fruit - all for little kids
She has tons of little kids, that's why her car is like one big Erdbeer.
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That's why all of these pre-programmed FOREIGN people
0) Go to your travel AGENT, 0.5) Purchase ticket
1) rig their grammar for STUN, 2) Embed commands like crazy in
broken English, 3) Distract your dominant hemisphere with ACCENTS
4) Everyone is out to get you, 5) Every bit of confusion is someone
inching close to you 6) No dummy, they use centimeters, no inches
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I tell you the world is getting UGLY
Fiberglass is surrounding the sky like cotton candy
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Your toothbrush is a spy
Your toothbrush is a spy

Since when does your shaving kit
Bear a small antenna?
It seems you need to get to know
Your dentrifices better.

Your toothbrush is a spy
Your toothbrush is a spy
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\/\/\/\ The Girl from Iponema\/\/\/\

The girl from Iponema shouts.  She detrains, then puts down her bags
SIMULTANEOUSLY (left and right) onto the "Bahnsteig."  As if that
wasn't enough already, she's wearing a hat (BLACK), and the bags are
completely filled with explosives.  Her pencil is a microphone.
You are crazy.

In your hotel room, as you count flies on the ceiling, you feel
a disturbance.  The Eagle has landed.  Every step of hers initiates a
carefully planned shockwave.  The wave travels like a soliton,
exploiting various non-linearities in the terrain, rattling you,
and shaking you with the sound-vibration; you can almost hear
the words, "picture me inching close to you."  (By the way,
the geographical information necessary to do this is available
to anybody on the Internet).  "You're so scared, you're excited.
You can't move."  You are crazy.  You are a pigeon.

"The girl from Iponema," says, "and I'm here to introducing
you to a place called Heaven."  You can't tell what she means,
and you don't know where Iponema is either, but you will be
thinking about this the next day, as you recall her undressing
herself before you, guns temporarily on safety.  And don't
look at your watch, because time is on fire.  
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 .      o   . Noah Vawter * Proving Engineer * 3Com Westborough MA  .
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