In a message dated 5/16/2002 1:29:37 PM Central Daylight Time,
blackhawk@thing.net writes:


> http://www.salon.com/sex/feature/2002/05/15/holy/index.html

Hey Blackhawk, can we have an argument about something? Anything. I think I
can only gain your respect by battle-test. Maybe it would be entertaining.

To keep it simple and all the dogshit out of it, can we argue about one of my
jpgs?
http://www.geocities.com/genius-2000/iseeyoustanding.JPG,
http://www.geocities.com/genius-2000/tics.JPG, or
http://www.geocities.com/genius-2000/isis.JPG.

I figure you must think my art is shallow and that I am a dick puree. I
don't necessarily want to win this fight–grandmasters lose asymptotically
more than they win. Perforce. I hope a good clean bout tween you and I
might cleanse the air of Machiavellian priapism, lies, bluster, deceit,
falseness, and false hope.

Or you choose the "be it resolved," like in high school debate club, and I
will do my damnedest even if you give me the black pieces.

Am I innocent, unmaculated, of course not. I'm nocent and maculate to the
core. My life is but a drop in a great ocean of sand and misery. If you
school me right and proper, it might even stroke my prostate!

If you think I hate Rob Murphy, you are incorrect. I like Rob Murphy and
Mark River, I wish I could hang with those dudes and just flavor the vibe.
I'd do anything to make the world right again. O cursed spite that I was
ever born.

I flatter myself that Tom Sherman is the steak, and I'm the A-1. Superficial
play must be punished said anti-semite and conspiracy freak Robert Fischer,
the greatest American chess player ever born.

Let's get on 'er and stay on 'er.

Who will blow up the continuum of history if not you and I in an erotic
military tango? When you ignore me I dissipate into an ocean of purgatory.
No brain should be wasted thus.

Like Aurorablue used to say, before I boiled their cat for lunch, "Kiss Max.
Kill Max."

You once said you would do me if I shaved my entire body. Is that still a
deal? I hate to put any dirty shit on my site for fear of ISP shutdown–they
canned the photos I took of me throwing tickets at Tom Friedman's lecture
here in Northrup Auditorium–he knows who I am, he knows who I am.

Jesse Ventura shook my hand. His son said "there will never be another
genius, because as soon as genius is discovered, it will be marketed." At a
barbecue, I know his producer, she has implants, never gave me the time of
day. Well, she gave me time of day, but I was impotent. Let's all get
undressed.

Max Herman
www.electrichands.com/genius2000



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