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F /_J J F L J J J L F L\\ J J L.-____] J F L '-'F L\\ J J\_____/FJ\______/FJ__L J__LJ__LJ__L \\__LJ__LJ\______/FJ__L J__L \\__L J_____F J______F |__L J__||__||__L J__||__| J______F |__L |__L J__| -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- t h e n e o - c o m i n t e r n e l e c t r o n i c m a g z i n e I n s t a l l m e n t N u m b e r 1 7 1 We Are the New International September 16th, 2001 Editor: BMC Writers: Kim BMC d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P Featured in this installment .b $ $ $ Poison - Kim $ $ Dear Rahula - BMC $ `q p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' EDITOR'S NOTE (please do not read the following) Once again I find myself having the opportunity to ruin another issue of the N-Com with some of my patented "witty," "off-the-cuff," and "not funny or interesting" comments. And, to tell the truth, it feels wonderful. In this universe of fleeting time, we are told by the master Buddha to understand that time is transient and that there is nothing we can do to alter the fact that the things we love today will be eventually be gone. Friendships, family, life, all things of the world are temporary, and as much as we love them, we should learn to accept that they won't last forever. The Neo-Comintern filenames will only facilitate the production of another 728 issues. There's no place to go from issue 999. I mean, if we called it ncom1000.txt, it would be listed between ncom100.txt and ncom101.txt. So what to do about that? The N-Com, I'm afraid to say, will not last forever. I'm sorry. However, there is a bright side. At our current rate of one issue per week, we'll be going for another 14 years. My god, we'll be so old! So old and feeble... me, an old man of 38. What an entertaining thought... or not? d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P POISON .b `q by Kim p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' When I was trying not to be pregnant, I made use of the following organic poisons: Skullcap, Valerian, Tansy & Slippery Elm, Pennyroyal, Juniper, Sage, Thuja, Goldenseal, and Wormwood. They are all purported to have emmenagogic or abortifacient properties. None of them worked as advertised, so I tried smoking lots and lots of weed but that didn't work either, in fact it just made the morning sickness worse. So much for faith healing. So I paid a visit to Dr. Morgenthaler's famous clinic somewhere on the twisty windy streets of Winnipeg (forgive my lack of neighborhoodal precision, I was woozy). I was surprised because the clinic was an old house, an old Victorian house, not the modernity I'd expected. It was painted blue. I had to ring the doorbell, present identification, fill out a form. The lady behind the desk had a huge pile of paperwork. On the walls were hundreds of cards and drawings that I presume were sent from happy patients. Then they whisked me upstairs to the waiting room, which was papered in broad matronly florals, and had really comfortable reclining chairs. A counselor whose obligation was to inform me that I had other options talked at me for a while. Then they laid me down on a clean white table, and let me suck back as much nitrous oxide as I could bear. The room had a southern exposure, the sunlight pushed in through the slats of the blinds, so they didn't bother with crappy fluorescent lighting, but they did have surgery lights. The doctor was very tall, and male. Several nurses attended. They were all very quiet and nice and gentle as they poked at me. Above my head, thumbtacked to the ceiling, was that famous poster of the big trees in Carmannah. That was really beautiful and I have loved that photo more than anything ever since that day. I was a bit worried about the details, but the nurse (maybe she was an anaesthesiologist, it was she who worked the NO2)(she had blonde hair and nice makeup) wouldn't let me obsess about it, she held my hand and glossed things over as they happened. She had a warm hand. When it was over she helped me put a humongous pad into my panties, and she admonished me for buying new panties for the occasion. She helped me shuffle back out to the waiting room, where I lay in a reclined chair until I didn't feel like barfing, then someone brought me cookies and apple juice. My insides felt weirdly numb from the anaesthetic. I felt supremely lightened, and my guts were a perfect hollow. I laid there for quite a while, maybe I even slept for a while. At any rate, my eyes opened and closed a lot, their preference was to be closed. The light in that room was from the North, it was very relaxing. Soon after, I went home. d""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""b. ;P Dear Rahula .b `q by BMC p' `nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn' Dear Rahula, You are my cat and you don't understand anything I say, so I thought I'd write it out so you could read it at your leisure. First of all, I have a difficult time understanding exactly what you are. You are not a human being, you have no characteristics similar to those of a human being, you have no ambitions, and, well, what are you? You like to climb in boxes and sit in my closet. You don't like the smell of alcohol and you have sharp teeth that you like to use to eat meat with (I don't eat meat by the way, but I don't blame you for doing it because I heard that cats need to eat meat if they are to live). Now back to this question of what you are. I like to think that you are a monster of some sort, and I have been informed that I have made this comment so many times that it is becoming extremely annoying to the human who co-owns you (I believe you refer to her as "WAAAAAAAAAAAA!", coincidentally the same name you've given to me). I am amazed by you. Every time I see you I wonder what you are and why you live amongst human beings. There is this other strange notion, and it is that I own you and you are my property. I don't feel good about this because I know you want to be free. You don't want to be confined in the house or tethered in the back yard. You want to run free forever, but it is my sorrow that you are too little and vulnerable and the city isn't designed to facilitate the safety of one such as you. Although I love you and am completely charmed by you at all times when you are not attempting to destroy my possessions or crawl in my backpack, I know that you would be happier in a world that allowed you freedom. And truly, I would be happier in a freer world too. I guess it is something that neither of us can have. I'm sorry to tell you that. But don't hate me - I will treat you as well as I can, and I hope that you can be satisfied enough to consider your life relatively happy, if you are capable of such a concept. Love, Me .d&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&b. ___________________________________________________ |THE COMINTERN IS AVAILIABLE ON THE FOLLOWING BBS'S | |~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| | TWILIGHT ZONE (905) 432-7667 | | BRING ON THE NIGHT (306) 373-4218 | | CLUB PARADISE (306) 978-2542 | | THE GATEWAY THROUGH TIME (306) 373-9778 | |___________________________________________________| | Website at: http://members.home.com/comintern | | Questions? Comments? 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