From: ookookook@yahoo.com (The Anti Ook)
Subject: ASSC: Full Metal Jacks or Better, an intentionally incoherent rant on something I did last week.

Bright light lashing out from under the patio curtains,  climb out of
the chair.  I haven't moved in 15 hours. The bags are sitting next to
the door still. Wondering if what I'd been through was worth the
trouble. Sitting in the Vista Ridge tunnel for the second half of the
Packer game waiting for the wreckage to clear and my wife to stop
shaking. Volunteer to get bumped from my flight, take the last plane to
land for the next two days. Meet Dr. Livingstone by sheer coincidence at
one in the morning, he pays for my evening and sends love, lawyers, and
lollipops until 5 in the morning. Suffering from insomnia, the room's
too damned warm. A relaxed evening with Trighap and Elanna. Repeating
myself over and over again. Three hours of sleep and one last day.
Repeating myself over and over again. Part company with the velvet
chauffeur and mi amigo mesabi. Repeating myself over and over again.
Finally being able to find someone that knew which vocal group performed
Voices. Diddydowop, duke, duke, duke of Earl. Repeating myself over and
over again. Failing to succeed in getting anyone to Polka. Repeating
myself over and over again. Standing in the rain while the cat curls up
in the backseat on the cusp of dreamtime. Repeating myself over and over
again.  Um, Ook, what the hell are they doing next to us? Repeating
myself over and over again. Napoleon and Josephine stumbling around,
wasted on X like two garden slugs that couldn't resist the beer set out
for them. Looks like they're ready to line up end to end and exchange
gametes, someone get them a room,  get them the fuck out of my seat, and
let me get back to talking to talking to the woman in blue about writing
Children's books. Another who the fuck are you? Go away, I'd rather keep
company with tapeworms. Friendly bunch. Repeating myself over and over
again. Go away, I'd rather keep company with tapeworms. Friendly bunch.
Repeating myself over and over again. Would the LV3 party please meet in
the just as I'm about to leave in disgust. Repeating myself over and
over again. Deckard keeps following me in the blues and the mist and the
rain. Silly Blimp. Repeating myself over and over again. Another room
set to the sort of temperature my great grandfather used to prefer after
his fourth stroke on his 98th birthday. This is my last houseplant
convention, ever. Repeating myself over and over again. Fog and rain, I
didn't need to come here for this. If I have to put up with this kind of
weather, at least I could be walking through the Rose Garden. Repeating
myself over and over again. One more idiot steps out in front of me and
stops dead in his tracks, I swear I'm gonna hip check the dolt so hard
it'll break his pelvis. Repeating myself over and over again. Picking up
a book that based itself on the importance of noticing and responding to
coincidences, first page 1 on takeoff, last page 246 on landing.

--
Between the desire and the spasm,
  Between the potency and the existence,
     Between the essence and the descent,
       falls the Shadow.            -T.S. Eliot