Public Release May 21, 2002:
Stanford University Establishes Link Between
Creative Genius And Mental Illness
yer shittin me.
Slow down i'm hearing, slow down.
Leave town i'm thinkin, leave town.
Webaster, is seattle still around?
Troublewaits has been here a whole
month
and i can't believe you people are still on the
fence. ok, please, just think about what you could gain from this, i could make
a big list, but that would be comin from me, not you, unacceptable, fucked up
values, not welcome here, even from female editor.
Austin, ask yourself
Do we have a constituency?
Is this or isn't it the sort of thing lots of
people are looking for today,
or at
least worth a shot, you might actually get laid this year, no seriously,
chicks dig activists. We have shit for brains.
Here's one idea:
Do you think you are exempted from the soul-murder
that is happening right now in the U.S.
psychiatric establishment, should we talk more about all this or what?
The
objective may not seem too ambitious right now, but trouble will tell us what to do. The ultimate goal is to rid
american psychwards of every fucking trace of midevil barbarism,
as in:
let's all join hands and level the building
We do this the H.L Mencken way, too bad i am
not H.L. Mencken, i am woman, hear me whine, remember? Shit for brains, save it
feminists, you're the template. Best antidote to being self-hating woman:
hate you instead, works for me,
brains are over-rated bigboy, they got us into
the fine mess we now call
home.
hi ho, sorry, we're home.
In other words, is there anyone left to
alienate?
Good, let's get to work.
i need to learn how to get into my website,
take some of the pressure off my tireless but hellhound benefactor, who even
has other things to do, and i worry about all this wearin him out before the
fucking even commences, wouldn't you?
By the way, he and i aren't speakin right now,
wait'll you find out what he did to me. First i'll do the right thing and tell him, then if things
don't straighten out wherever he is then you tell me he's not pickin on me.
Rule one: everything he does to me, it goes on
the website, considering i even live through it, this is way beyond colors and
fonts, but first things first. Men ususally come first, true, they are the
ruling interruption in our lives, but i'm gaining focus, ergo the
academic mogul bullshit
will as Kurdt said, just
have to wait.
Back to
what my friends can do: the Epson's broke (god loves his children)no letters
can go out til it's fixed. Could use a scanner and the cords that come with it,
but is not urgent matter, though a scanner sure would go a long way toward
makin troublewaits beautiul artistic ex-victim throwin muses with pictures
website but that's just self-expression, and i'm supposed to be all done
abstaining and bing a hypocrite and shit, huh Yoko? I keep tryin to tell him
this has been done before and much, much better, he says your mouth says yes
but eyes say etc, oh well, whatever, boys will be boys. More than anything what
i need is thinkers, people who can attack these spankin new research studies
sitting on my desk, mocking me, perpertrating, obstructing my first fake
husbands first breath of fresh air in god knows when.
He could be you, but the good people are using
science and it just makes me cry, i know there's something wrong with the
studies, but it's just so fundamental, bad bad apples, rotten to the core, it's
too much, the bullshit in written word, it's not like bullshit in humans,
doesn't tear you at the throat, sneaky, see, so let's link 'em webaster, see if
anyone knows how to use their overeducated powers of analysis for something of
actual worth today.
http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_/2002-05/sumc-scre052102.php
(webaster, does this look right? please make
sure point-click thing is operational, thanks and you know, etc etc)
it sucks, huh.
whole fuckin piece of shit encoded see, made
to
appear non-threatening and progressive and good and true and right, but it's
not.
count the times and ways the word healthy
appears,
fuck these assholes because i say so and
because unlike
healthy, adult
women my feelings can be trusted, i do not
show
emotion, i
am
emotion, let this be
your
litmus test and i will pass it,
put your thinkin cap on,
help me destroy these wreckers who fix us.
love, trouble
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