Joe "Crimson" Provo's Junk

Agony is born of Desire
That's what you get for Wanting.

-Moev

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If you want to be blackholed at the gweep.net mail server, thou saucy full-gorged coxcomb, send mail to my old flame-bucket or to an old address. If you don't like something about these pages, or wish to correlate address scraping thou puny clapper-clawed bum-bailey, send mail to my current flame-bucket. If you like something about these pages, send mail to web-comment where scraped appears in the mailto link.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

Might I suggest checking out the Ian Heavens Memorial.

Want more spew? There's a bug in my office. Let's eavesdrop on the engineers...

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

One sunny morning, a precocious seeker encountered a master by the stream.
The student approached the master, and said: "How do I find compassion?"
Said the master: "As the stick is like the dog, so is stillness understood by the solitude."
After puzzling over this for hours, a beatific smile of Satori came across the seeker.

Cheers,
joe