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Dr. Robot
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Date:
Sat, 23 Dec 2000 01:35:05 -0500
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[idm] the night before aphex
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ok so i didnt even spell check it, but here it is. THE NIGHT BEFORE APHEX by tangible the night before aphex and all through the house. not a creature was stirring, not even modest mouse. the vynal was placed on the tables with care, with the hopes that ol james soon would be there. no cookies left out, but a laptop instead with a fat bowl of trees to lighten the head. with me in my hoodie, and saw 2 playing low, i layed down to rest before the soon to come show. when out in the yard there came a noise mighty loud, only a nut with an amplifier could make such a sound. so over to the window i went to see what was up and wouldnt you believe this sick little pup. sure enough he was waiting right there outside, with an 8 ton tank, that nobody could hide. he had strapped to the front a speaker so big, it was larger than mr bungles entire rig. he popped out of the top with the patented smirk and a remote he grabbed out from the pocket of his shirt. he pushed just one button and let me tell you, nothing could compare ot the sound that it drew. squealing and scratching and loud as can be, he laughed all the way till my neighbors came to see. he looked at them all as they cursed him aloud, some even threw doggy poop and he began to frown. he began to murmer somthing and im not sure what it was, but i think i have a good idea because, he grabbed the remote and turned on a knob, and with that came a gift for the now angry mob. from within the speaker came a seven hrtz. tone, and from the crowd came a god awfull moan. the noise made their tummies do a weird little dance, and suddenly they started to shit in their pants! oh what a site i saw on this night, old yuppies and seniors wiggling in fright. and just as the mob began to disapear, ol richard james said "my work is done here". and just as loud as when he came in, he left with his noises blaring again. just before out of my range, he peeked right on out of the tank once again. and with a great yelp his final little quip, "i just want some milk from the milkmans wifes titts". happy holidays, mike www.8bitpeoples.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com --------------------------------------------------------------------- To unsubscribe, e-mail: idm-unsubscribe@hyperreal.org For additional commands, e-mail: idm-help@hyperreal.org