jprovo's World-Wide-Weirdness

I am the Lizard Ing!

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Little-known Joe Provo Fact Number Three-Hundred and Seven:
He refused to join MENSA; he's not insecure enough to need a piece of paper to tell him he has value.

"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."

Might I suggest visiting some nuts I know from school at the Beardodrome. and you visit Scott Lesser.

Want more spew? Your's phone's ringing. It's your PlanetGlobalCyberVillageVirtual sales person

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

One stormy evening, a student saw a sage by a large tree.
The student approached the master, and said: "What is the spirit of a madman?"
The master picked up a rod and hit the student.
With that, a beatific smile of Satori came across the seeker.

Cheers,
joe