Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!spool.mu.edu!nigel.msen.com!caen!batcomputer!news.graphics.cornell.edu!newsstand.cit.cornell.edu!cornell!uw-beaver!newsfeed.rice.edu!rice!caz From: caz@owlnet.rice.edu (James Ulysses Cazamias) Subject: [green] Killing Fields Message-ID: Summary: in which the merits of life in the great outdoors are keenly felt Keywords: He's not Butthead. Honest. Sender: HWRNMNBSOL Organization: Rice University Department of Ritual Manslaughter Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1993 06:11:36 GMT Lines: 302 Huh. Huh. Huh huh. Huh. It's dark again. Huh. Huh. Good. Huh huh. Huh. - * - I just luuuuuuuuv this city. Huh. Heh. Lotsa corners. Lotsa alleys. Lotsa people. Some got loot. Some don't. Some do. Huh huh. Some don't. Huh. Some do.......stopitstopitstopitSTOPIT !!! NO ! ....... Huh huh. - * - I got me a new KNIFE. I don't say knife, it's too small. KNIFE. It's really sharp. See? Cuts deep. Ow. Huh huh. - * - Huh. Well, time to go. Gotta date. A late date. Heh. Hah. Huh. Huh huh huh. Lessee....... Arcade's out. Guild of Lanternmakers is working. Big sale. "ALL ITEMS MUST GO!" Huh huh. Lotsa people. Lotsa light. Not so good. Lane of the Silver Tankards? Did that place once. Stood there for two fucking hours. Nothing. Huh. Plenty dark, but no women. Faugh. Faugh. Faugh-de-daugh. Fadeedadeediddledeedumdee.......stopitstopitstopit !!!! Guh. .....guh? - * - Drabtown. Drabtown. Gotta be Drabtown. Huh huh. No hoo-er's, but lotsa street people. Lotsa street people, about half of which are women. Hee hee! I was seven, I think. I'm just looking. Just - heh - looking. Just curious, that's all. Looking. Then, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Never, never!" WHACK! Whoo-hee! Can't see, huh? Naughty, huh? I'll see. I'll see. I'll see all I want. I'll see more than you ever see. All the way through. Huh. Huh huh. Drabtown. Drabtown. Tonight. Now. - * - Dammit! Dammit! Where are they all? - * - Huh. Huh huh. Drabtown's empty. Huh huh. Where'd they go? Huh. Heh. Har. Okay, gotta think. Think just fine, when we gotta. Butcher sez, "Jooby, you de dumbest mensch I ebber see, sure t'ing!" Huh. Butcher don't know nothing, but we sweep and say nothing. Huh! Street people sleep. Where they sleep, if the streets are empty? Gotta be somewheres..... Hold it. We two, maybe three blocks from the Battleground. Lotsa space there, if the Gypsies let 'em in. Never let 'em in before, after dark, but they strange. Frange. Grange, mange, Penny Lange is in my ears and in my I AIN'T GONNA START AGAIN !!! HAH HAH! Go look. Just a look-see. Look at the Battleground. Courtesy of Drabtown Tours. Hah-hah. Huh huh. - * - Shee-it. Now, we KNOW that the Battleground was here. Big thing, stone, stuff, can't miss it. Lotsa people, bright lights. Locked tight at night. Checked, of course. Huh. 'Course, they got parks in other places. Why not here? It's dark, sure, but there's a moon, and there's folks up there, or we can poke out these eyes right now. No....no......later. Trees, with people sleeping under 'em. Trees got leaves. Trees are tall and dark. You can climb in trees, and jump out of them, and hide behind them. Hee! Trees got dead leaves. They're good for hiding....things..... Got my KNIFE. All we need. Huh. Huh huh. Huh huh huh. Jooby going back to nature...... - * - Huh. Huh-huh. PEEKABOO! - * - - * - Huh huh huh. "'Scuse me, I'm looking for my daughter. Seen a little girl, 'bout....." - * - - * - Hoo hoo! Hee hee hee hee...... ".....and I'm about at my wits' end. Can you help look over there while I look here? I'd really be....OW! damned bush....." - * - - * - Oh yes. Oh yes. Huh huh. Sneaky-sneak, sneakity-sneak..... Luuuuuuuuv this park. Love this dark park. Park dark lark mark Lewis & Clark LANDSHARK !!!! Hee hee don't you move, bitch hee haw huh huh huh...... - * - - * - Huh. See you can't see me, little girl, see you can't see me..... Huh huh. Feets don't make no sound. Leaves are crispy. Shhh! Be vewy, vewy quiet..... Three steps.......as a bee steps..... Two steps.....they're brand new steps..... One step......the most fun step..... Zero! HUH! "Shaddap. Shaddap. Quiet or Die." - * - - * - "Huh huh. Huh huh huh." "Now I can look, can't I Poppa? Huh? Huh?" "You gonna stop me? Huh?" "'Please', what, huh? Huh huh! Huh!" "Huh huh huh H-*URK*!" - * - - * - Huh? Huh! Huh huh !! "HA HA HA HA HA HA ha ha ha ha ha h ah ha hahhhhhh......." Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........* - * - ................... - * - Hey dere, boy! Watchoo got dere, eh? Dat's some knife you done found! Shiny-new, I say atcha! Well, you listen to ol' Jambo, you do, boy. You go an' cut youself some bananas for breakfast, dat you do! An' you bring ol' Jambo some, too! Oh, but donchoo cut youself widdat! Dat no toy! -- HWRNMNBSOL walking the line between fiction and falsehood