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El Laberinto, 1971-1987
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[pic of rocks] FOR THOSE WHO ARE NOT AFRAID OF QUESTIONS [pic of mushrooms?] Pongase motos. We started to call this the Jose Taco Edition in order to show sympathy to those of our brother who, in an oppressive attack of the munchies have borrowed a buddy's car,d riven to that place on Riverside, snuk in the door and artificially placated their spiritual needs on a tray of Joe's finest plastic, but we figured the Heavies in Chicago would burn us for it. The last time we got burned was with a mysterious blend of oregano and alfalfa that we smoked anyway, mainly because it was for a party for a dude we really didn't like. But we don't take kindly to burnings of any kind. (It gets heavier - depending on your will power) Por ejemplo, how is this for a burn? "Los pedos son nada mas que las almas de los frijoles - escapandose." Those words of wisdom are the product of the fertile and fascinating mind of Mundo, a brother and a heavy in more ways than he wants to be or thinks he is, and were spoken at the occasion of a party at Coralville Dam at which we celebrated a Friday. (Are you still with us?) Bueno. If you handled that one without too much damage, let the following wrap itself around your medullae pblongata, conchinos. AMALGAMATION CORPORATION CONGLOMERATION CONCENTRATION COLONIZATION ......o fuck, CASTRATION [pic of rocks to right] Its title is CONSTIPATION which is the give-away since that makes possible the permutations that resolve themselves in iambic pentameter (discounting the repetition of the Z's, of course). Anyway, Bob wrote it and,having checked it out, all I can say is Keats can eat my shorts. (Que tal? Todavia?) If you are still reading, it must be because you didn't start reading this side first. this side is dedicated to those of us who are partial to violence. The following is an excerpt from a day in which I received my telephone bill, a notice of two checks that bounced, and my grades. Not only that, later that evening I discovered that some brothers had liberated the menudo that Gloria's mother had consigned forever to my care. (It scares me just to type it - pero hay les va.) "The first time he hit me it hurt and blurred my vision. The second time it scared me and that pissed me off. By the time he was starting to swing the third time, my right foot had snapped under my crotch, the upper part of my body was bending away from him. My left foot shifted my hips so that they were perpendicular to his. His fist came forward as I yelled and let my right foot fly. By then my shoulders were perpendicular to the ground. I hit him with the upper right edge of the forward part of my foot. The lower right front of his rib cage crumpled and then his body stopped, causing his right arm to swing and wrap itself across his chest. His left arm flew up and back. My foot went in about half way. As he fell forward I hit him again. This time on the right jaw. He was coughing when i left him and ran to my car. I saw him roll over as the engine started and I figured that if he was still alive he would probably come after me when he got well,, so in order to slow him down, I ran over his ankles. Then I drover two blocks and went back and drove over his knees. Twice." Mentiras, but I still say that Norman Mailer se come mis calzones. Calmense. Good thinking like other good things must be planted. Plant good things - everywhere, y no se asuten, cabrones. What izzzit? (Pass it on.) [emblem]
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[pic of rocks] FOR THOSE WHO ARE NOT AFRAID OF QUESTIONS [pic of mushrooms?] Pongase motos. We started to call this the Jose Taco Edition in order to show sympathy to those of our brother who, in an oppressive attack of the munchies have borrowed a buddy's car,d riven to that place on Riverside, snuk in the door and artificially placated their spiritual needs on a tray of Joe's finest plastic, but we figured the Heavies in Chicago would burn us for it. The last time we got burned was with a mysterious blend of oregano and alfalfa that we smoked anyway, mainly because it was for a party for a dude we really didn't like. But we don't take kindly to burnings of any kind. (It gets heavier - depending on your will power) Por ejemplo, how is this for a burn? "Los pedos son nada mas que las almas de los frijoles - escapandose." Those words of wisdom are the product of the fertile and fascinating mind of Mundo, a brother and a heavy in more ways than he wants to be or thinks he is, and were spoken at the occasion of a party at Coralville Dam at which we celebrated a Friday. (Are you still with us?) Bueno. If you handled that one without too much damage, let the following wrap itself around your medullae pblongata, conchinos. AMALGAMATION CORPORATION CONGLOMERATION CONCENTRATION COLONIZATION ......o fuck, CASTRATION [pic of rocks to right] Its title is CONSTIPATION which is the give-away since that makes possible the permutations that resolve themselves in iambic pentameter (discounting the repetition of the Z's, of course). Anyway, Bob wrote it and,having checked it out, all I can say is Keats can eat my shorts. (Que tal? Todavia?) If you are still reading, it must be because you didn't start reading this side first. this side is dedicated to those of us who are partial to violence. The following is an excerpt from a day in which I received my telephone bill, a notice of two checks that bounced, and my grades. Not only that, later that evening I discovered that some brothers had liberated the menudo that Gloria's mother had consigned forever to my care. (It scares me just to type it - pero hay les va.) "The first time he hit me it hurt and blurred my vision. The second time it scared me and that pissed me off. By the time he was starting to swing the third time, my right foot had snapped under my crotch, the upper part of my body was bending away from him. My left foot shifted my hips so that they were perpendicular to his. His fist came forward as I yelled and let my right foot fly. By then my shoulders were perpendicular to the ground. I hit him with the upper right edge of the forward part of my foot. The lower right front of his rib cage crumpled and then his body stopped, causing his right arm to swing and wrap itself across his chest. His left arm flew up and back. My foot went in about half way. As he fell forward I hit him again. This time on the right jaw. He was coughing when i left him and ran to my car. I saw him roll over as the engine started and I figured that if he was still alive he would probably come after me when he got well,, so in order to slow him down, I ran over his ankles. Then I drover two blocks and went back and drove over his knees. Twice." Mentiras, but I still say that Norman Mailer se come mis calzones. Calmense. Good thinking like other good things must be planted. Plant good things - everywhere, y no se asuten, cabrones. What izzzit? (Pass it on.) [emblem]
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