From: Lane
Category: Amis
Date: 7/26/99
Time: 1:40:23 AM
Remote Name: 24.48.53.46
Where art thou Zelnik, wont with joy to meet my coming seen faroff? I miss thee here, not pleased, thus entertained with your mastabatory solitude, where obbvious duty erstwhile appeared unsought: Or come I less conspicuous, or what change absents thee, or what chance detains? Come forth. Zelnik came, and with him pitiful wit, more loth, though first to offend, discount'nanced both, and discomposed; love was not in their looks, either to Lane (Julie Clinch) or to each other, but apparent guilt, and shame, and pertubation, and despair, anger, and obstinancy, and hate, and guile.
It sure hurts to be the lonely boy/transvestite, tranquilled frontal lobe eh zelnickshit? Sparks of plastic flaming dada monster fear para scaba drago damno.