From: edwardbelsky@worldnet.att.net   
      
   Nigee  wrote in message   
   news:1168285664.423116.17800@i15g2000cwa.googlegroups.com...   
   > I was wandering lost and alone in the Dead-Joke Zone.  The Fun House   
   > was closed and shuttered against the winter gales.  The clowns were   
   > crouched, playing craps upon the boardwalk. A cold wind blew in off the   
   > ocean and scum the colour of cancerous eyes washed up onto the beach.   
   >   
   > N   
   >   
   I was thinking more of the Dead-Joke Zone being a reinfication of an   
   abstract category, a Vahalla for jokes that have lost   
   their point.   
      
   So:  I was wandering lost and alone in the Dead-Joke Zone. My pores were   
   open to half-way frissons, little jokes that had lost their point. I   
   couldn't stop calling up forgotten wheezes. The combination of tenderness   
   and disgust that I felt for these dinosaurs made me feel most peculiar. What   
   did that blonde say last night that got me onto this jag?   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)