The Catfish's Pages

When you carry the weight of too many yesterdays
You won't know enough to come in from the rain.

-Blake Babies


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Little-known Joe Provo Fact Number Twenty-Two:
He used to have a late-night radio show on WUVT in Blacksburg, Virginia. Unfortunately, it was on the AM side, not the FM station, but he subbed-in for FM folks from time to time.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

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Want more spew? Here's a list of my latest video games.

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

One morning, an eager student was walking by a large tree when he met an old master.
The student approached the master, and said: "What is the nature of complete joy?"
The master murmered: "What is the compassion without the wheel?"
Meditating days on this, the student became Enlightened.

Cheers,
joe