The mysterious moniker
of a secretive team of Everythingites
known only as Noders Who Care
Recently, said group went on a shopping and mailing spree to several of E2's more illustrious (and psychologically unsound) users--all received a set of Personal Triumph Subliminal Audio Cassettes. Each, of course, tailored to that user's particular malady.
An index card within mine read
We only want the best for you.
-Noders Who Care"
Now...where is Juliet's copy of
"How to get Glitterglam out of the carpet"?
This afternoon I decided to give my tape a listen on the porch. I rolled up a fat one
and smoked it down--just slurping up the delicious, subliminal psyche-talk
. To be fair, I stabbed out the jay
before I'd finished it--but that is my habit.
I don't like small
Think I'll have a cigarette...