Joe Provo's Transmogrifying Crap

As sure as prisons are the models for the city
I nurture my need for oil and electricity

-Machines of Loving Grace


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Rather Obvious Catfish Fact Number Three-Hundred:
He kissed his ass goodbye on X-day. That's the SubGenius doomsday/salavtion that was on July 5th 1998. He laughed all the way to the saucers.

"I stink so deliciously, instead of bugs, hummingbirds are attracted - and they fly away DRUNK!"
- Joe Provo

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Want more spew? Have a question? Ask the magic 8-ball!

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

One bright morning, a disciple was walking by the market when he came upon a master.
Said the student to the master: "What is the nature of beauty?"
Upon hearing this, the master bounced a bundle of cloth off the student's noggin.
At that, a beatific smile of Satori came across the seeker.

Cheers,
joe