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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: crux poem and jpgs
Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2008 16:46:23 -0400 (EDT)
crux Julu's really something! Give up! Yo! Dweeb! Whatever! Cyberpunk or skatepunk? You're out of your mind! Get lost! A put-down, put out! Put up with it on the spot! Get real, blow up! I can't get through to you - get it through your head? Do you two get along? The deal goes sour. Mind games - It got out of hand! Chill! Get up! Let's get down - nail someone! I got to the bottom of it, twisted mind. He gives me the creeps - spare me! I got the jump on him - sleazebag! We got down to business, scumbag. Get off my case, screw lose. Don't give me your lip, you're chicken. We gave him the slip - you're out of your skull. Julu's not herself recently - what's gotten into her? Julu's really messed up. He's caught between a rock and a hard place. I didn't give it a second thought, boy-toy. I want to get my hands on him! Gay, queer! Techie - he's a total freak, he's packing a gun! He gets hot under the collar, he's a real hothead! Stop gawking! I'm spaced out. I really lost it, bar-hopping; I'm really wasted. Naked? Call an ambulance! http://www.alansondheim.org/ crux jpgs