[Martin Rocek]

Bob,
wonderful!

Martin

[Janice D. Soderling]

Roger, I can't help wondering sometimes, I mean, are you really a person or are you a custom-built computer made according to specifications for D&A, like that that Deep Blue that played chess against Kasparov.

I wonder, Should I write "Yust Yoking"?

[Martin Rocek]

Hey Bob,
you didn't use "lay down rubber";
you must find a way to use that!

I'm still giggling.

Martin

p.s. Janice, you can say "Yust Yoking" as long as it isn't about
omelets.

[Marion Shore]

Bob,
Naw, it's not too close. I mean, you never even mentioned a Zike-Bike or a Zumble-Zay! Anyway, to be compared to Dr. Seuss is high praise!

See for yourself:

MARVIN K. MOONEY...

[Roger Slater]

Thanks, Marion. My own googling had come up empty. I have to start filling in my Dr. Seuss backlist. This was no "Horton Hears a Who" but quite enjoyable.

[RCL]

to make like a tree and leave?

[Marion Shore]

Originally Posted by Janice D. Soderling

Roger, I can't help wondering sometimes, I mean, are you really a person or are you a custom-built computer made according to specifications for D&A, like that that Deep Blue that played chess against Kasparov.

Maybe he's a computerized Greenwell.

[Julie Steiner]

Dear John (Drafts 1-4)

Dear Bluebeard—Yes, this means I've found your cache
of body parts. You promised me! You swore!
And still you’re hoarding pornographic trash.
I’m gone. No need to hide it anymore.

Dear Dr. Frankenstein—I can’t compete
with patchworked fantasy. My flesh is real,
and therefore flawed. You only want its heat
to animate your scavenged, fused ideal.

Dear Don Quijote—Dammit, don't pretend
I’m Dulcinea! Love me as I am,
not as you wish I were. I can’t ascend
that pedestal...nor tolerate this sham.

Dear John—This isn’t working. You know why.
Go buy yourself a blow-up doll. Goodbye.

[A. E. Stallings]

These are all fun. Keep them coming! But Julie, that is brilliant!

[Marion Shore]

Julie,
Damn, that's good!!!