LIVE! FROM THE FOX SKYBOX OF CHICAGO'S O'HARE INTERNATIONALITY HAIRPORT IT'S ATI! Activist Transworld Illinois. Issue 235? 236? ("Away from home ya just nevah know" fix it later...) 235 300700 , _ || ' happy < \, =||= \\ hippy, /-|| || || hooha's (( || || || eh? \/\\ \\, \\ Now you're talkin! WHAT IS THE SOUND OF ONE HAND PRAYING? [ask a mastermason] Hey Al Gore, gotta ask you again... I suppose now's not a good time to bring up HR2911, huh? Greeting, I'm prime, and this is the 'zine for Monday: the thirty onest of July. AND NOW AN ATI RANTICLE - "Miss Delgado, miss Sylvia Delgado. There is a message FOR you." Airport network weather: Back into the 90's. All cars illegally parked will be searched, stripped and sold real cheap on the black market. Get Van Heusen's hippy look from the fall/winter2000 runway for just 1100 dollars U.S. To Use 1. Wave in front of sensor 2. Wait for fresh cover to encircle seat. 3. Seat now ready to use. Old plastic cover is destroyed and never used again! Scrub, quality, intensity, focus, Chicago, Ill. I believe the operative word here is "destruido." So what're the chances Danny Partridge has a brother? They're paging Leon Bonaduce here. Peru turned violent and deadly as protesters tried to keep Brad Pitt and Jenifer Aniston from getting married. ...because at ATI we want you to know... Dick Cheney, the added-value candidate. Let's see there's the m-1 tank, the m16 gun, and the mi6 deathsquad. Yup. Added value alright. All new, with extra defense budget, and retsin (tm) for fresh breath and gingevitis. Tony Bennett almost went down in a Concorde last nite. Waving to paparazzi he had this worried look on his face which might have been that of fear had he not been so tanked up on Ibogaine, Imiprimine, Viagra and Prilosec. Concord made its first publicly known emergency landing just a week after its first deadly crash. Hmm... telling. Because here at Phillip Morris, we're spinning it well so you don't have to. Would you like fries with your mind mush? LADYBUGZ AND GENDARMES, THE WORLD'S SHORTEST ATI NUMBERS RUN... http://phonelosers.net/ir/text/ir017.txt http://www.mp3.com/misnomer http://marcocapelli.iuma.com LETTUCE No lettuce section today. We're on the road, and we'll have to put last week's letters into next week's zine. You still with me here? Good. THOUGHT: There'll be songs to sing in a dog-eared Fake-Book. Wow, I found another sheet-music book real cheap because it was missing some of the first few pages. Everything else is still intact besides that. Gonna be a good study. Some of these are much older than the ones I've worked with before too, so it's got some tunes in it I've been looking for all these years. Of course, some I haven't been looking for all these years as well. This is a 1936 copyright. Hold your nose for this one. Page 56. "Ten Little Niggas." Page 40 "Old Suzanna" with the verse that rhymes "ribber," with "nigga." Need I go on? Puh-leez. Where have we come from? Where are we going. You're all having your own little personal Kodak moments out there and here I am facing Little Black Sambo. / & Now a very short word-play report on Philly2000. \ / I'm not big on conventions. I like to find my own way. \ / Better read that again, you didn't get it. \ We end this issue of ATI with a poem. About as unfinished as my life thus far. I guess I'll have to leave the finish work for carpenters, painters or thieves, eh? I call it Grampa (honoring the song made famous by Winona Judd)(or trying to, anyhow. Just be glad I didn't pick Achey Breaky, eh?) I remember lemons when you died. My sister called me standing with my suitcase on One shoulder, my Abbiebag on the other. What was in my left hand when you died? I don't remember. I know the right hand Put down A bag of organic Florida lemons to Answer the phone. Take a deep breath. I knew who it was. No. You take a breath. I took one, but I'm telling You to... I felt what sister was about to say. The only News it brought me besides the confirmation Was how many minutes ago I remember lemons when you died. I remember white lambskin envelope-looking Aprons when you died. Or when you died again. How many times DID you die? Do Masons die Extra? I'll never know. But I could have asked, Huh? Besides lemons and lambskin, I remember Evergreens when you died. Part of one in a Ziplock bag. I remember thinking they should've used Tupperware. Supperware, that tupperware, Perfect for evergreen bodybags. I'm surprised they didn't gnaw on your skull, Grampa. I remember lemons when you died, and the Aforementioned lambskin, and luckycharms. I remember hand gestures, like praying with Only one hand. The right one; not the right Way, if you ask me, but who asked me, so I'll shut up now. I remember spooky wooky hand gestures to Honor you and send you off to the grand master Architect of the universe. What universe? What universe do I remember When you died? I'm honestly not sure. Sure I remember lemons when you died, I also Remember lectures on the rose cross. Made me Shiver, like liver. No, I don't remember liver When you died, but I wrote that because it Begins with 'l' NO OTHER REASON I remember when you died, there was a church Your followers took over. Or a ghost of a church. It was dead long before You killed it, wasn't it? I'm for certain - Someone didn't wish to give you THAT pleasure. Who IS this grand master architect of the universe Anyhow? And what is she building? Maybe Pfizers? Or just the Viagra itself? All the Poets in the world couldn't get wacked out enough On Myth and Metaphor to grasp what the hell you're Talking about you stupid friggin abusive fascisto-racist Sexist new world order knights of the kleegle kluggle Klamjuice korporate slaves! You didn't kill my grampa when he died at 93 About as inner-circle as any old swede ever Could so I can't blame you that, and I can't Fault you for trying to cultify that old Deacon out of his real family into your strange- Ass secret society, pretending for moral Character. Karakter, schmarikter, but you sure did Gnaw on his skull for more than half a century. For that I will never let you go. I remember lemons when my grampa died. Organic, expensive as hell living breathing Lemons like the ones picked right from a TREE In sunny, runny, honeymoney florida lemons. Lemons Like the ones with seeds you have to spit out lest You swallow 'em and grow a TREE in your belly. Lemons, Grampa. I remember lemons, and things you'd Always taught me about deep breathing, and living Long and steady, and charred blue english muffins And chocolate milk and mountains with magicians and .take me back to better times. .and paint us a picture. . of a long time ago. .everything is changing fast. .we call it . progress. BUT I JUST DON'T KNOW ati@etext.org