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Alinestra Covelia
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I sense the dodgy presence of Bing - a presence I've not felt since...
Feb 2000 time: 00:13
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Turn AXT029 to Googlie.
Misotu, I kneel before you, clasping you to me and bending my head in show of mute respect. For days I've been probing, palpating, and smacking my lips in my eagerness to come up with that elusive "clitoral" arrangement that was (infuriatingly!) almost on the tip of my tongue, but it took a woman of greater experience and more articulate oratory expertise to finally get her hand in, and point my ministrations in the right direction, etc. etc.
*dodges hurled vase*
Next in line we'll have a Bollywood feature about a singing Indian wrap, or AN ELITE VOCAL SARI. Or probably some over-hyped Nintendo game wherein you find A CO-STAR: EVIL ALIEN. Much more interesting is the Channel 5 documentary of a disturbed female: I, LAARA, INSECT LOVE, or the scathing political satire, NATO - A VILE ARSE-LIC. Perhaps we could call in the famous heterogendric Iguana Twins who will perform their family routine of high-quality, rated AA, LIVE ORAL INCEST?
Or for the ladies we could have a mastecticure. This is rather like a manicure or a pedicure, except that the body parts that the good doctor "looks after" are further north and not far from the lungs. I've tried it and can heartily recommend the CLEAN AREOLA VISIT.
*waits expectantly for applause*
*gets none*
*slopes off dejected*
Well, back to my old night job I guess.
Goodbye Apolyton. Now I CLEAN LAVATORIES.
[This message has been edited by Alinestra Covelia (edited December 31, 2000).]
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Alinestra Covelia
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I sense the dodgy presence of Bing - a presence I've not felt since...
Feb 2000 time: 00:13
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Okay, the turn has been sent to Googlie.
I'm sitting at my PC in my rented student house, about 3 miles from my university, and it is the millennium.
In about two minutes, give or take a few seconds, it will be a new year.
This time next year, I won't be in this house or possibly even country.
This time next decade, I won't be likely ever to have a private New Year to myself, perhaps due to family concerns.
This time next century, there is nothing the doctors can do that would likely make me survive in flesh.
And by this time next millennium, there is nothing I can do that would likely allow the human race to commemorate my name, and allow me to survive in print.
So, I leave you with a small and clear little anagram that struck me, as I looked out the window and saw the shallow, windblown snows that surround me here in Durham.
Ice-still...
...A nova era.
[This message has been edited by Alinestra Covelia (edited December 31, 2000).]
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