The Spy For Hire concert mystery

[Orson Wells as CitizenCain]

pdw wrote...

Furthermore, you owe me a 50-foot drop cord (lime green) and
about 8 gallons of gasoline which you have still not reimbursed me
for

I don't owe you shit. When we went to Atlanta, which I
assume is what you are talking about because you have a problem with

specifics, when we left, you had no gas...you were on empty. I kept
putting
gas in you gas guzzler and we made it back. There was no agreeement for
you
to make any profit, id est: 8 gallons of gas. Furthermore, this is the
first I have heard of my alledgedly

owing you anything for gas.

This, I assume, was the trip to Atlanta to the Spy For Hire concert...
never
did get any details on how that went, since I wasn't hanging around during
that period. Were any photos taken at that show?
How about the full story on that mysterious trip y'all made, in what,
March?

Frustrated because someone decided they didn't want to spend time with a
drunk drug user, Dockery?

[Orson Wells as CitizenCain]

Why does this come up when I google search "make the fur fly?"
Seriously guys, you need to stop airing your dirty laundry and acting
like 15 year olds on the internet. What happened to private messages?
This sounds like a private matter and should be handled privately. I
don't endorse this bullshit. Please delete this faggotry.

Is this Gene 3rd?

Yes, it wasn't my version of a good idea to post all this personal
email here onto Usenet, P.D. Wilson made that choice,


That's funny...I was sure I saw "Will Dockery" as the author to those posts.
Huh.

[Orson Wells as CitizenCain]

It Takes Some Time
Buzzing along getting to Opelika
Liam O'hara stranded at the hotel.
Long slow train headed for Edgewood
Brother Dave jumps when he hears the bell.

GAH. NO MORE NO MORE

It takes some time
through this weary night.
It takes some time
take a U-turn at the light.
Smell of Huckabee Lumber down below us
headed due west just past Smith's Station.
Liam's car won't start somewhere in Opelika
spoken map engrained in my concentration.
It takes some time
in these wicked days.
It takes some time
in our seperate ways.
Miss Anna Jones
Today's the day
The Fairways Lounge
The Lakeview Room
Missed anyway
They must be gone
They've gone home.
Let me know when you want to have that long talk
I'll wear the lampshade on my head.
Through divine intrevention or coincidence
I won't forget what we should have said.
It takes some time
through this weary heart.
it takes some time
to make a new start.
Will Dockery: words

No shit. Only you could produce a fart in an elevator like THAT.

[Orson Wells as CitizenCain]

Here's one for you whine about, not finished yet but better than
anything you'll ever begin to attempt, based on a melody I heard in a
From: Will Dockery
Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2008 05:33:12 -0500
Subject: Light Bridget
You are hopeless.

Then perhaps


"Perhaps" you should stop writing such shitty 'poetry.'

[Orsen Wells w/Citizen Cain]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Watchmen
No, or probably just the people who arrest cops must be the cops for the
cops... and then, who is there to arrest /them/?

Duckery, forgetting for the moment that you use a website which is about as
trustworthy and reliable as a game of three card monty, just FYI that
question is supposed to be rhetorical.

[Orsen Wells w/Citizen Cain]

Living on Borrowed Dues
She's got the travelling shoes
nothing else to lose
So much of nothing to choose
living on borrowed dues.
She's gonna run away
find a carnival somehow someway.
Or a cabin on a hill
hellbent on chasing a brand new thrill.
She's so disbelieving
thank God she's leaving.
Only the crows know where she flies
building a nest of brand new lies.
She's on a southbound train
on a trip to find her brains.
Under her hat she's been told again
tears like rain chased by her pain.
She's got the travelling shoes
nothing else to lose
So much of nothing to choose
living on borrowed dues.
-Will Dockery

http://tinyurl.com/8o48l7
So, we're back to personal insults based on appearance, already? We're
well
aware that you appear to have some serious problems in that department,
http://tinyurl.com/6uhuj2'

As if you're some kind of fuckin' king, Duckery? You look like you got your
head stuck in a toilet and fell into a basket of dirty laundry coming out,
then proceeded to change into whatever you found on the top of the pile.
Stop being such a hypocrite, you ugly, unwashed, uneducated, clueless,
fucked-up twit.

Hmmm... my deepest sympathy over the bad hand life seems to have dealt
you,
Rob.

The difference is that nobody will ever have sympathies for you, pizza boy.

[Orsen Wells w/Citizen Cain]

You can back everything up

<snip for brevity>

And so on.
Rob

Since this is going nowhere, I supoose I'll just post the piece I
Like A Bluebird
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
stare at the big bell tower,
and a little man ringing the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Gene-0's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
she read the clover runes.
She came from a metal place,
a land of sand dunes.
I needed her help,
to unlock the key.
Something was strangling
inside of me.
She flies like a bluebird,
Gene-0's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Putty in her hand,
for ceramics.
She made clay pots
and saxophone reeds.
Hearing a beat,
raggae across the street.
Little whistle from a tree,
that girl is calling me.
Looking for a Witch,
down at the Station Hotel.
I stare at the big bell tower,
and the little man that rings the bell.
She flies like a bluebird,
Gene-0's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline,
walkabout dream in the rain.
Something about her,
I can't forget her face.
She's kind of trgic,
God bless her race.
Stirred a pot,
in a hotel room.
Making vague predictions,
about a glorious doom.
She flies like a bluebird,
Gene-0's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skylark,
walkabout dream in the rain
She flies like a bluebird,
Gene-0's on the plane.
Blue on blue on a skyline
walkabout dream in the rain
Words: Will Dockery

Of course. Only you could create such horribly mangled, indescrible,
bong-filled bullshit like that.

[Orson Wells as CitizenCain]

i never made a "death threat" too you man

How quickly you forget.

At the most it was a "death fantasy"



No Dockery the Dipshit, it was a death THREAT.



exactly like the dozens you've
posted here over the years, Orson.



Post ONE death threat I've made to you, Dockery the Dumbshit.



You know, like the one where you daydreamed about shoving a gun in
Pasko's mouth and pulling the trigger, for example?



There was no daydream, and there was no death threat, you pathetic pizza
pushing putz.

[Orson Wells as CitizenCain]

I won't repost anything

That's good, so you'll be going away soon?


No, dumbshit, and if you would READ THE WHOLE FUCKING POST perhaps you would
not ask such a dumbass Duckery question.

[Orson Wells as CitizenCain]

Post by Orson Wells as CitizenCain

I won't repost anything

That's good, so you'll be going away soon?
No

I didn't think so... keep sniffing, Dink.
And keep quacking

So you admit to sniffing behind me... good boy, Dink.

"And keep quacking and post-editing, Duckery. It's the only thing you're
semi-halfway-not-really-but-you-try good at."


Show me where I admitted ANYTHING, you dumb fucking pizza boy.