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@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@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.] '`'`'`'`'`'`'`'` 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... 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. ... 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@cosmos.lod.com ...or should we worry more over 101099??