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From: ALLEN.BRAMHALL@COMCAST.NET
Subject: Part Two, For Further Adventure Just Call, part1-b
Date: January 22, 2007 4:22:59 AM PST
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU

and then Fu Manchu said unto a minion, who had spilt the vial of cucuruku blossom essence, the most deadly poison known to man, you retard, look what you've done!! later, the minion feels much remorse, having to clean Fu Manchu's underwear as penance. days wear on, clean underwear a must.

without warning, Dr Petrie removes his pipe from his mouth, fishes in his pockets, removes a pack of matches from his vest, and lights his pipe. relights it, that is, dash it all. his pipe doesn't seem to draw well. not drawing well, he tells Sir Denis Nayland-Smith, to whom he is attached like Watson to Holmes. take classes, Petrie, but only after we've finally defeated this arch fiend. peering at the stem of his pipe, Petrie mutters, what's that Sir Denis? Sir Denis gestures violently. not now, Petrie, the game is afoot. look: two of his Burmese henchmen!!!

oh Reader, you are just too, too lucky to witness this action! Thou of reading ability and who can laugh at the boss of snow, you share the action words, the thing words, even those odd little ones that are hard to exchange. a title poem somewhere dies unread: that power is yours.

later, the world teetering, Tarzan wakes from a dream of elephants. Jane snore, says he as he not so gently wakens his lady wife. for Christs sake, it's Cheetah snoring, you dingbat. Jane pokes the brilliant chimp sleeping in the next hammock over. Cheetah roll over, doze again. world without end.

then Captain Element returns to the picture. and returns again. yet again, he returns to the picture. the picture is vast as vocabulary and just as tricky. the situation is pictured, with rushing sounds parked outside. terror fits the name of many places and the people in them. a cold loneliness to die on Mt Everest, or on the Arctic uselessness trying to find a real home. Captain Element and his never merrie band of practical help against the force of evil feel the lethargy of the age. the world, like, is way too much with us and all, that's the basic helpline consideration. so some writers, artists and the like have got to get cracking, wake the generation. because it's like, wow, look! Reader, really, LOOK!!!