NENSLO -- THE BAD NEWS

 

From: nenslo@teleport.com (NENSLO)

 

Well, yes I may be qualified to be World Overlord but I'M the

only one who should really be saying that. But anyhoo despite what that

poop-hatted man, and I mean that only in the most respectful fucking way,

says too you poor schmucklets and suckerinos, YOU ARE TOO GOD DAMN LATE.

 

I do still have PUH-LENTY of those dandy tracts and certificates

of completion and all that, but ALL OF THE MASTER CONTROL BACK ISSUES ARE

PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED. Go ahead and send a dollar, but you will just

HAVE TO WAIT until I get Realisation 95 thrown together, and what with

all I have to do here JUST TO KEEP THE WORLD FROM BUSTING APART AT THE

SEAMS it is going to be at least a month. The most I can do right now is

put together a postcard telling my realmail fans why they are going to

have to wait a while, and the cost of that alone will utterly negate any

hope of breaking even on sending anything to any of them, so I'M IN NO

RUSH. Not that I can't afford it, but you'll find that I can move a

darnsight faster for, say, fifty bucks than I can for one. And somebody

reading this KNOWS THAT BY DIRECT EXPERIENCE. *wink*

 

What with one thing and another, including more fun medical

adventures, Mighty Nenslo is taking it easier for a few weeks until this

nasty sinus condition eases up, and I just DAMN WELL FEEL THE JUICES, not

the continuous mucus flow down the back of my throat but the CREATIVE

JUICES bubblin up again. So do what thou wilt, folks. Nenslo gets slack

too.

 

And "Blob" love every darn one of you who's out there mailing me

dollars and praising me to the high heavens, but remember, if you aren't

your own personal savior DON'T COUNT TOO MUCH ON ME, much less somebody

else's damn savior that you can't even tell if it's real or not. Like

Emp. Norton III was saying to me the other night, the reason everybody

freaks out when their favorite damn pop singer blows its brains out is

because they've invested so much of their personalities and thoughts in

that mere human idol of millions that it's THEM that dies and they're

left still alive with a huge chunk of themselves spread over the wall in

another city. Big blank spot left in their lives. Damn you all, worship

me, yes, or anyone else you like, but save your love and secret heart for

yourselves. Don't get left half-alive, looking for another whale to

attach your sucker to.

 

Get me?

 

Nen,

Chief of Sinners

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Send One Dollar to box 86582 Portland OR 97286

 

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" Tomorrow I start exploiting the workers."

Nenslo