the workers do not dream of renouncing love / Usenet Collective

[Orsen Wells w/Citizen Cain]

A sweet singing masterpiece. Thanks Will.
Glad to be in the company of professionals.

Thanks, I enjoyed playing with it... in fact, I still am.

..a professional? Don't make me laugh! Ooops...too late.

I have a /version three/ that I'm finishing up, which I need to run by
you,
Matt, George et al for some critique, comment, and, of course
word-tweeking.

and, of course mockery and derision.

Although "Reinventing the Jennifer Wheel" is becoming a pretty much "new
poem" or probably similar to the Usenet "OB poem" it still has roots in
"the
workers do not dream of renouncing love", "Let's write a poem" and "one".
Yow, George, I just saw your post of yesterday... I had no idea that you'd
get so pissed about what I assumed was a knockoff "round robin" poem. All
of
yesterday evening and into the wee hours of this morning hanging out with
a
gang of musicians I had the poem with me, and having a good time spinning
off the original into some original visions, and too late to turn back
now.
But I want to make it perfectly clear (Nixon's "in" again... heh) that in
no
way do I want to be your enemy, mortal or otherwise, George... just
following my usual creative flow on what was clearly a "Village Green"
communal poem that wound up giving me some interesting ideas.
Perhaps all of us should take all the lines home and write our own
version--- then collect them all into a Usenet Collective chapbook/zine?
That idea just came in, but it really sounds like a good one, don't you
think?

Perhaps you should take yoru hippie wanna-be shit and shove it up your ass.

[Orsen Wells w/Citizen Cain]

I just began thinking of starting a Myspace Music page for something like
"Usenet Collective", giving you core members the password and have a place
where we can post some audio of these types of experiments.

Oh shit. An online group run by DUCKERY. Three words: Destined. For.
Failure.


(much like everything else the little quacker has touched...)

If anyone of you
want to go ahead with this, since I don't know when I'd get to it,

Too busy being a loser?

just
remember that it needs to be a MySpace *Music* page, because the "regular"
pages don't have the same features that music pages have.

And *remember* that *Dockery* is a *loser* and a *failure* and a
*narcissist* and you will have *absolutely no chance* of doing *anything*
with *him* that won't stink of *stupid.*

At a place like that we could not only post possible collaborations when
they're ready, we could post examples of our "solo" work on the player
(see
mine for an idea of how this works). Not to exclude anyone, just thinking
of

-Dockery
-dockery's ego
-dockery
-dockery's ego

Mark, Matt, George Dance, =z=, Manwolf, 0x0000 and me.

=z= will just try to fuck you in the ass whenever you bend over, so be sure
to wear chastity belts or something similar.

Pretty solid lineup, if you ask me... or even if you don't.

I don't. Go to hell you twit.

[Orsen Wells w/Citizen Cain]

Jennifer of Oxbow

Her creep crawls
the narrow stairway
of the Candlelight Motel
to watch for her
from a window.
Rethinking
his infatuation
but clinging
to his vision of her
as the salty white nun.
Downstairs
the desk clerk's cat
slithers through

the service entrance.

ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT

Enough indeed. Control you bodily functions, bot, or >kindly excuse
yourself. If this stuff really makes you sick I invite you
[again] not to read it. Save the bits.

Orsen's a strange little bird... apparently I hurt his feelings at some

time

in the past, starting this bizzare infatuation he has with me.

haha-
yes, you've collected a fan base.
although, it's not quite what most of us expect
from "fans." instead of chasing you down and
ripping off a piece of clothing, Wells chases you
down and tries to rip off a piece of your mind.
he gives new meaning to the word "persistent."
i suppose he could also be classified as an official
usenet stalker.
his case is one for the books.

But Dockery neither reads nor writes. His case is one for the check-out line
at Wal-Mart, 20 brain cells or less.

And the fact that he lives only about 100 miles from here would make him
even more creepy, if not for the fact that I doubt he'd ever have the
courage to act of any of his bizarre fantasies of violence and even death
he
continually posts on Usenet.

Dockery's paranoid behavior is worse than that of a kitten that has been
kicked by a stranger.

Historically, it is that kind of remark/thinking that has often
stimulated otherwise benign hater/stalkers to do some really bizarre and
violent things. Besides, if he's not a bot, and he /is/ a mental
patient, it may not be mere cowardice that's keeping him from acting out
his violent fantasies regarding you. It could be steel bars, wire
screens, and electric fences.

You are an idiot and your posts are boring. Please try to become less stupid
and more entertaining, or else the Easter Bunny shall come for you and cut
off your balls.

Poor little guy just doesn't seem to realize how bugfuck crazy he comes
off
with this stalking game.

I don't see where you get that - I haven't seen anything from him to
indicate his image is anything other than by intent.

Who gives a shit?

[Orsen Wells w/Citizen Cain]

Jennifer of Oxbow
Her creep crawls
the narrow stairway
of the Candlelight Motel
to watch for her
from a window.
Rethinking
his infatuation
but clinging
to his vision of her
as the salty white nun.
Downstairs
the desk clerk's cat
slithers through

the service entrance.

ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT

Enough indeed. Control you bodily functions, bot, or >kindly excuse
yourself. If this stuff really makes you sick I invite you
[again] not to read it. Save the bits.

Orsen's a strange little bird... apparently I hurt his feelings at

some

time in the past, starting this bizzare infatuation he has with me.

haha-
yes, you've collected a fan base.
although, it's not quite what most of us expect
from "fans." instead of chasing you down and
ripping off a piece of clothing, Wells chases you
down and tries to rip off a piece of your mind.
he gives new meaning to the word "persistent."
i suppose he could also be classified as an official
usenet stalker.
his case is one for the books.

And the fact that he lives only about 100 miles from here would make
him
even more creepy, if not for the fact that I doubt he'd ever have the
courage to act of any of his bizarre fantasies of violence and even

death he

continually posts on Usenet.

Historically, it is that kind of remark/thinking that has often
stimulated otherwise benign hater/stalkers to do some really bizarre and
violent things.
Besides, if he's not a bot, and he /is/ a mental
patient, it may not be mere cowardice that's keeping him from acting out
his violent fantasies regarding you. It could be steel bars, wire
screens, and electric fences.

Well, he's /supposed/ to be Alex Cain of Milledgeville Georgia, and
supposedly just a citizen of that town... not that the "mental patient"
angle isn't possible, or that any of the details might be just made up
"internet information". Do mental patients, locked up, actually have
internet access?

Does Dockery, locked up, actually have a chance in hell of surviving a week?

There's a long "history", whether made up or not, which may or may not be
true.

The only thing that's true here is that you're an idiot. Give it up, loser.

Poor little guy just doesn't seem to realize how bugfuck crazy he comes

off

with this stalking game.

I don't see where you get that - I haven't seen anything from him to
indicate his image is anything other than by intent.

Maybe not, I don't know how long you've been aware of him, but over the
years this seems pretty clear to me, He's (supposedly the same person)
been
posting here on and off for a number of years, so I've seen plenty.

From the bottom, I'd wager.

[Orsen Wells w/Citizen Cain]

Jennifer of Oxbow

Her creep crawls
the narrow stairway
of the Candlelight Motel
to watch for her
from a window.
Rethinking
his infatuation
but clinging
to his vision of her
as the salty white nun.
Downstairs
the desk clerk's cat
slithers through

the service entrance.

ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT

Enough indeed. Control you bodily functions, bot, or >kindly excuse
yourself. If this stuff really makes you sick I invite you
[again] not to read it. Save the bits.

Orsen's a strange little bird... apparently I hurt his feelings at
some time
in the past, starting this bizzare infatuation he has with me.

haha-
yes, you've collected a fan base.
although, it's not quite what most of us expect
from "fans." instead of chasing you down and
ripping off a piece of clothing, Wells chases you
down and tries to rip off a piece of your mind.

In point of fact, we don't /know/ that Orson is a bot,

I never really considered the Orson/Dink/Alex Cain persona to to be a
bot, but I'm waiting for your expert assesment...



You may be right...but then again you may also be a moron...

I do wonder if it

isn't a bot, then there may be people impersonating the original "Alex
Cain" (Google that), and perhaps some are actualy genuine posts by
him, some are faked, and some may be bots?



Look ma! No brain cells!

and we don't
/know/ that those creepy fuckers that keep showing up in the alley
behind the pizza joint aren't "Orson Wells as Citizen Cain".

Well, some of them are friends of Parnello, Brando et al, but there
are some mysterious looking oddballs passing through the alley who we
usually assume are undercover policemen,



Arrested much, Duckery?



plus, we've found that the
alley, being so close to the busy streets of Miller, Moon and Warm
Springs Roads is (probably for years now), a pretty popular quickie
lover's lane spot in the late-night hours, as Parnell discovered
during the nights he slept there.



What the fuck?

he gives new meaning to the word "persistent."
i suppose he could also be classified as an official
usenet stalker.
his case is one for the books.

aye

--
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