Cold-Ass Cornucopia: A Tale of Dumpster Diving for the Good of All HipHop, BeBop and PopTop on a country road. Clear, blue and real cold. Glittering crystalized angel tears adorned the woof and weave of less than heaven but more than hell. The Big Empty shines forth if you move with The Groove and you groove with The Move. Es- pecially when you don't feel like it. Happy Ferdo on all fours barking like a dog. "Ferdo, getch'er toy!" The Industrial Giant crapped and a load landed in this storehouse of the lost and found. From the Giant through the hungry school of gullets, primed by The Big Lie, lay digested piles of smaller shit headed for Nowhere, man. We gorge the rusted, battered, borrowed chariots on fire until PC meets Mac Attack and all movement stops. Thread the needle called homeward. Tap tap. Knock knock! THUD THUD!!! The Protector of the Small arises eyes red, rubbing, blinded by the Light and wishing The Three Wise Guys would go away until next Christmas. But not today Little Mama. "We're on a mission from Santa." So we lay the gifts by the tree. ---------------------------------------------- P.S. John, Mike and I got about 40 donated monitors from a barn in New Buffalo and put them in Goose's garage yesterday. Tom tbrown@xxxxxxxxxxxx To post to the list send email to <frgeek-michiana@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> You may unsubscribe or change your list settings by going to the list website at <//www.freelists.org/webpage/frgeek-michiana>