SOMMS Digest - 20 Jun 1998 to 21 Jun 1998 [ Message/RFC822 9.9KB. ] [ Unable to print this part. ] There are 2 messages totalling 209 lines in this issue. Topics of the day: 1. a bunch of crap about nothing 2. Fwd: A tribute to SOUNDGARDEN To UNSUBSCRIBE from SOMMS, send email to LISTSERV@MITVMA.MIT.EDU with the following in the body of your message: SIGNOFF SOMMS ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 07:09:55 PDT From: The Koggle Subject: Re: a bunch of crap about nothing >hows everyone's summer goin?? I'm lovin it!! Nothin but loungin around in >yer house in flipflops, downin oj, and workin on yer page non stop. yeah. x >)~ but anywhoski, try irish names!! x )~ listen to mine: >Kathleen-Clare O'Hanlon Burrows. now is that irish er what?? x )~ >Anywhoski, chat yall up later!! adios andkeep on truckin!! > Is this Soundgarden related?? Do i care??? Kogg ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 20 Jun 1998 17:24:36 -0400 From: Anna Mincieli Subject: Fwd: A tribute to SOUNDGARDEN --WebTV-Mail-1209718018-871 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7BIT --WebTV-Mail-1209718018-871 Content-Type: MESSAGE/RFC822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7BIT Message-Id: <199804231045.DAA06487@mailtod-102.iap.bryant.webtv.net> From: fluttagrrly08@webtv.net (Anna Mincieli) Date: Thu, 23 Apr 1998 06:45:12 -0400 To: fluttagrrly08@webtv.net Subject: Fwd: A tribute to SOUNDGARDEN Content-Type: MULTIPART/MIXED; BOUNDARY=WebTV-Mail-940618590-1194 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7BIT MIME-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) --WebTV-Mail-940618590-1194 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7BIT --WebTV-Mail-940618590-1194 Content-Type: MESSAGE/RFC822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7BIT Message-Id: <199804231006.DAA04823@mailtod-102.iap.bryant.webtv.net> From: fluttagrrly08@webtv.net (Anna Mincieli) Date: Thu, 23 Apr 1998 06:06:33 -0400 To: fluttagrrly08@webtv.net Subject: A tribute to SOUNDGARDEN Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7BIT MIME-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) My journey into the Superunknown A tribute to SOUNDGARDEN Mindless journey - into - the "SUPER- UNKNOWN." I hope the "HAND OF GOD" caresses me. Don't "LET ME DROWN" in "HOLY WATER." Maybe I'll let the "BLIND DOGS" lead the way. I've got my "TOY BOX" in tow, which contains "JERRY GARCIA'S FINGER." Maybe he'll point me in the right direction. My big thumbs out - "NAZI DRIVER" picks me up. Destination: "665-667?" - or - maybe "SOMEWHERE" in between. Hope he takes me to another (strat)osphere, "A SPLICE OF SPACEJAM" would be cool! Instead, he speaks of the "UGLY TRUTH," the "NEW DAMAGE" done, the "HIV BABY," how there is "NO WRONG NO RIGHT" in this "HALF" - ass - world. "HE DIDN'T" speak of "SUB POP ROCK CITY," which I thought we'd pass on the way. I witness a gruesome "LIMO WRECK" on the side of the freeway, (such a bloody mess). The "BLACK HOLE SUN" is burning the tearfull rainy sky, reminds me of the "FOURTH OF JULY." "SHOW ME" the way, gotta get me the hell outta' here. He has "NOTHING TO SAY." Where's "KYLE PETTY(SON OF RICHARD)" when I need him. Behind -or- "BEYOND THE WHEEL." We seem to be "ENTERING" phase 11 of this expedition. We enter a "ROOM A THOUSAND YEARS WIDE." He says we can "GET ON THE SNAKE," the virtual "POWER TRIP" - the "CIRCLE OF POWER," the ultimate ride! I'd much rather catch "MY WAVE," stretch out my arms and go "OVERFLOATER," (a great high) - and let the tides take me away from this lunatic "HERETIC." He hands me "FRESH DEADLY ROSES," of which I manage to find one fresh smelling "FLOWER" amongst the stenchy bloody thorns. MR. Somms, tells me how he's the "KINGDOM OF COME," that he packs a fully loaded "GUN," (never shoots blanks). I tell him to keep it cocked, that if he shoots his seedy bullet, he'd be "DRAWING FLIES" all day, (they're mighty thirsty). He yells out "LOUD LOVE," that he's Louder than F___, but it's all just "BIG DUMB SEX" to me. He thinks he's got me "UNCOVERED," "HUNTED DOWN," locked in his "RUSTY CAGE." He smells my sweet, twining "FRESH TENDRILS," but I pay "NO ATTENTION." Now he's got me in the "MOOD FOR TROUBLE," never F___ with a "COLD BITCH." He says , I'm like the "MAILMAN," I always deliver the goods! Sure Fopp-head, it's probably all junk mail! This guy looks like "FACE POLLUTION," but I've always been "SEARCHING WITH MY GOOD EYE CLOSED." We run off the freeway - Crash - Lights Out! Brain-less, my subconsious is stuck in a "MIND RIOT." I dream of my childhood friend, "LITTLE JOE," and see visions of when we would visit Kevin's disheveled "DUSTY" house. His horny friends were always "FULL ON KEVIN'S MOM," Going "FULL ON(REPRISE)." Every "SWITCH OPENS" in every room, and she had this weird stuffed "RHINOSAUR," holding onto a can of "INCESSANT MACE." Rumors claimed that "SHE'S A POLITICIAN," but we "NEVER NAMED" her. One of Kevins brothers had this awesome juiced-up "MOTOR- CYCLE LOOP," complete with a fully erect "KICKSTAND." Out in his back- yard, we'd play our own version of "BOOT CAMP," and we had to obey the rules. We had to be tame, and I had to remain cool. We also played "BIRTH RITUAL" in the gardens and got bit up by the (local) "LOCO MOSQUITO." Part of the game was to hang ourselves from the fruit tree with this "PRETTY NOOSE" and strike a "JESUS CHRIST POSE." I was always the loser, "ZERO CHANCE" I'd ever beat those guys. They'd have their "HANDS ALL OVER" me, as the diamond and silver roped chain gripped "TIGHTER AND TIGHTER" around my fragile neck. The tree was always left standing, with it's "APPLEBITE" pit marks blowing in the zephyr. "I AWAKE" with a nasty "HEAD INJURY." I feel like the "SLAVES AND BULLDOZERS" have had their way with me. Never be caught with your "HEAD DOWN," it doesn't look good. I wish I could "BLOW UP THE OUTSIDE WORLD" and be the only one left. Such "AN UNKIND" act, but I'd rather be alone and never be lonely again. Daytime turns into night, and on this day, "THE DAY I TRIED TO LIVE" felt just "LIKE SUICIDE." My izan driver finally arises, as I scramble away. What's up now? - I think - He say's I'm "CLEANING MY GUN." I can't hide my "TEARS TO FORGET." There's got to be a Heaven, cause this place sure is hell! "NEVER THE MACHINE FOREVER," but somehow that car motor starts up. "YOUR CURSE," my lucky star. The full moonlight, how it shines so bright. Some- how I still feel "OUTSHINED" by it all. I have definitly "FELL ON BLACK DAYS" today, thought the darkness of night would brighten my spirits. Always the night owl, never the wiser! We cruise along the "OCEAN FRONTS" and I'm ever so tempted to strip down and dive in deep. We decide to sing "KARAOKE" style songs along with the car radio. He stops the car and hops into the backseat, and tells me he's the thine Majesty, and I'm his "CHRISTI," - his perfect match. He stares me down and says you are a "BURDEN IN MY HAND." I wish I could crawl back into my dream and Resurrect "TY COBB," and have him clobber this guy over the head with his Baseball bat. Too much of a gamble! Hard headed, F___ this guy! His motor get's going again and I feel like we finally "EXIT STONEHENGE." We stop by this lonely path of forest and hear these strange sounds coming from this weird looking Pipe Sculpture that reads the words a "Soundgarden." There is this cool lookin' guy hangin' out playing clanking rhythms with his spoons. He calls himself "Artis," the "SPOONMAN." He tells us to purify our souls and tell "ALL YOUR LIES!" I feel a bit better, but this "Artis" guy has got something else up his sleeves. He points me out and says, She! --- "SHE LIKES SURPRISES," anything in colorful disquises, that I'm all lips and thighs, have been abused by blood related eyes. I find myself thirst-ing for an adopt- able plasma transfusion. Strictly for medicinal purposes, we tear our nowhere hearts out and "BLEED TOGETHER," and become wholesome as one and all together gone. THE END by XaNa '98 --WebTV-Mail-940618590-1194-- --WebTV-Mail-1209718018-871-- ------------------------------ End of SOMMS Digest - 20 Jun 1998 to 21 Jun 1998 ************************************************