Article: 288616 of talk.bizarre From: email@example.com (D. Page) Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: Psychobitch Followup-To: misc.test Date: 1 Dec 1996 10:37:34 -0500 Organization: The Tapaboy Newt Institute Lines: 56 Message-ID: <firstname.lastname@example.org> Reply-To: email@example.com X-No-Archive: yes ENEMY! YOU ARE MY ENEMY! Uh oh. Look out! ENEMY. It's that song again. ENEMY. A familiar dance. A Fred Astaire in words, perhaps. If Fallacy then Accuse. Repeat, little one, Repeat. ENEMY. A Chorus in the classical sense, delivering judgement of the too-common man that lacks both depth and character, all from the very edge of the stage. I'm sure I can't hear you. ENEMY. Petty revenge will be thine, no doubt. I may yawn. ENEMY. Done yet? ENEMY. I've got all day, you know. ENEMY. And part of tomorrow too. I could pencil you in for next week? ENEMY. Doesn't that get old after a while? ENEMY. Are you sure? Do you have so few you need more? ENEMY. If you say so. d. -- Text copyright d. Page, 1996. This post is given first distribution rights via Usenet and Usenet ONLY. Please do not redistribute.