jprovo's Growing World-Wide-Weirdness

I don't know about your brain- but mine is really bossy.
I come home from a day on the golf course and I find all these messages scribbled on wrinkled up scraps of paper
And they say thing like: Why don't you get a real job?
Or: You and what army?
Or: Get a horse.

-Laurie Anderson

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I suggest you visit Scott Lesser and you visit the art of Matt Towler.; ASAP.

Want more spew? Here's track listings from my Ramones bootleg tapes.

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

One evening, a bright young student encountered a sage by a field.
The student approached the master, and said: "What is the secret to true truth?"
The master picked up a rock and hit the student.
Meditating days on this, the student became Enlightened.

Cheers,
joe