|This is the sequel to the
combined Not Another Cope
post thread first aired in early 1998. Read that page first
, otherwise it won't make any sense at all.
Cope post .
dlang started it off again
with this piece of rampant paranoia.....
Subject: RE:a quick Glosteresque posting.
Date: Sat, 26 Sep 1998 00:00:25 +0930
-- Bayard informed us
>The Frogs! I have frogs
living both inside and outside the house. Chris
and I counted six - a new record - when we sat by the pond after
humans had left. I love frogs. The Quail amazed us by communing with
them. I think he hypnotized some of the younger ones. The big elders
eluded him, for now.
HA, you forget the Quail
was once a science teacher. This benign stuff is just a front!.
he learnt that trick so it would be easier to dissect the poor little
buggers . He
probably did the same to the kids he taught before he inducted them
into his fiend cult
and persuaded them to do away with their parents and deed their goods
and chattels over
to him. I can just see him tut tutting away in the staffroom and
nodding sagely to the
head about their heinous crimes whilst all the time he would be chuckling
behind his bland facade knowing that it was just a matter of time
before he would move on
to higher things and greater world domination in the Big Apple, a
turn of events that I
for one have found very disturbing.
Has anyone noticed that
the stock market has taken a turn for the worse since the Quail
moved to NYC ? Coincidence ?, I think not!
Clintons fortunes have
also taken a dive . The Quail has probably been feeding juicy
tidbits to The Special prosecuter and the odious Mr Drudge as well
as arranging the
bombing of Sudan and Afganistan , unrest in Malaysia and the various
Asian economies via
his front as a drone in an advertising agency. He now sits in front
of a terminal for the
entire day! The possibilities for interference and the fomentation
of global unrest are
His duplicity knows no bounds!!!!
Yet one has to say . he's
bloody good at doing a snow job. Alas poor Bayard, he has taken
you in , hook, line and sinker.
However there is now an
antidote to his vile panderings .
My setting up of the Posse
page is a key part of the Friends Of Feg counterinsurgence
policy. Masquerading as a showcase for the written noodlings of the
absurd Surreal Posse,
it is in fact our way of informing the world of the dread potential
of this hideous global
conspiracy .As such it will be promulgated through every major search
engine using our
hack proof 'Global Override ' software, which subsumes every other
known URL in existence
, So whatever search mechanism or topic one uses they will ALL lead
directly to the
QUAILSPIRACY PAGE on the Posse site. Thus the world will be alerted
to the existence of
the universal nature of the plan to destroy us all and the military
can happily nuke the
Quail out of the picture and put all that nice hardware to good use
at long last.
So B ,read Professor Fanes
dire warnings on the Posse page and see the error of your ways
.Cease this gushing propaganda for the fiend Quail and his minions,
or I ( once again )
prophesise DOOM for the entire list, etc, etc, etc.......
Date: Fri, 25 Sep 1998 11:45:08 -0700
From: Mike Runion
> My setting up of the Posse page is a key part of the Friends Of
> policy. Masquerading as a showcase for the written noodlings of
the absurd Surreal Posse,
> it is in fact our way of informing the world of the dread potential
of this hideous global
Ah, and what a glorious
site it is. Good work, comrade Lang! Ah, the memories...
I feel the long-awaited
hour is nearly upon us, when we will begin our combined assault
against THE TOWER, whatever that may be. Recall that the forest surrounding
place is awash is the eerie warblings of certain small misshapen
Both Miles and I now stand
strong upon our glowing Julian Cope 12" picture discs, hovering
safely a foot or so above the wet early morning British soil. Across
the cliff-side moor, the
other members of the Surreal Posse are gathering. Hastily pulled
from new JanSport backpacks
(the ones that we all received recently in the mail from an illegible
New York City address),
cones are brandished like talismans, their odd scribble drawings
only hinting at the unique
powers each possess. While it may just be a trick of the light, I
believe LJ actually has a
cone with a "sweetie" on top! I sigh, secure in my belief that the
hands of fate may truly be
on our side. Ah! Zelda is here too, clutching the wonderous, yet
still unviewable (in the
Virtual Cone Museum, that is) plastic tomato! Susan and Scary Mary,
dazzlingly bedecked in
what appears to be slick black leather, slide away towards the cliff
edge, making a pathway
for a small cloaked and hooded figure, a brilliant circular Thoth
head adorning her back.
While I can't quite see within the folds of the ancient looking robes,
I choke back a cry of
glee at the headless tin-foil Liam floating mystically in her upturned
hand. The male
continguent of the Posse stand ready behind this holy squad. I don't
quite understand the
tiny conglomeration of Dave, Hal and others, all adorned in the brashest
tie-dye shirts I've
ever seen, but I'm sure all will become evident in the days ahead.
Bayard and woj take up the
rear, handling expensive looking DAT recording equipment; Eddie is
nearby, dancing twirling
circles around the giant that is Lobsterman, spouting strange quotes
filled with "fuck" and
"dude". Terrence is clutching what appears to be a VHS copy of the
Monkees "Head" movie (a
tuft of Missouri hair spins at the mention). Danielle and James are
already scouting out the
dark brush at the edge of the clearing, he calling "Ki!" and she
replying "Wi!", in hopes of
not losing one another amid the smarmy vines and very out-of-place
tropical vegetation. Chris
Gross and Pathetic Doug are each toting two guitars apiece, one acoustic
and one electric. A
high-pitched sci-fi pszzzzz! fills the air as Nick, Sharkboy, and
Russ make way for Tom Clark
as he crests over the edge of the cliff atop a platinum s.t.a.r.c.a.r.,
a stunning hovercraft
vehicle equiped with what looks to be six iMac workstations. Several
fegs hastily hide the
apples they were eating behind their backs.
The sun is climbing higher into the clear morning sky as yet another
band of fegs pours over
the cliff face in some skewered version of D-Day. Mike Godwin, Capuchin,
Gary Assassin, Ben,
Ross... Miles points out Eb (in a yellow striped Denise Sharpe shirt)
and Ken Sabatini
(clutching his reissue of "The Diaries of Debbie Flosshilde") standing
side by side! Oh my
god...what tremendous powers this group might be capable of unleashing!
Miles and I flash
quick drude symbols and crouch down in preparation for the coming
The Tower of Quail beckons
Mike Runion Cocoa, FL, USA
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