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Christine Carroll
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Ok… I know I’m harping on this but… I really want to record my LEXX!!!!! To make sure and see what the deal was I checked this out…. Sci Fi says that starting sunday March 11…yesterday Lexx would play at 2am (ealry sunday morning)… and TVGUIDE.com says it was going to play on MONDAY at 2am (early Monday morning)… so I STAYED UP intil the beginning of what tv guide said was Lexx and you know what ?? Thats what was on!!!! Tv guide said Monday 2am and it was!!!! So which one do I believe?? Someone please help !!!! HELP !! HELP!!! HELP!! [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/smile.gif[/img] Thanks people!! ( I mean was it just this one time or what??) I mean for the past couple weeks tv guide has been right but now the schedule is changed…..) [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/frown.gif[/img]

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“to err is human” or is it “the air is human” ?? matt Gideon “Crusade”

“Look for me by the moonlight-
Watch for me by moonlight-

I’ll come to thee by the moonlight,

though Hell should bar the way”

——-The Highwayman

Excerpt from “Exquisite Corpse” by Poppy Brite

“Late in the year,New Orleans still has its hot days. In the slave quaters, Jay and Tran blossomed like the giant stinking carrion-flowers that grow in humid jungles. Their ravaged abdomens swelled and burst like red-petals, a jubliee of rot. Their putrescent fluids pooled on the concrete floor and in the hollows of their disintegrating bodies. …Their faces, c**** and B**** grew into shapeless masses of blackened flesh. Swollen tongues like ball gags forced their jaws wide. Organs tumbled out of their bodies like distended winebags. From their decomposition rose wisps of steam and soft wet sounds of gaseous intimacy….Tran fell out of his binding straps and melted slowly into Jay’s ribcage. A large, faintly iridescent stain ate up the concrete floor around them. Their eyes were black caverns.They gave birth to worms, generation after generation, until their bodies were covered as if in a living blanket. Soon they were picked clean, their bones an ivory sculpture-puzzle shining in the dark, waiting to tell their mute love story.