Re: Let's Talk About College / Book by it's cover

Subject: Re: Let's Talk About College / Book by it's cover
From: Kevin Austin (
Date: Fri Sep 30 2005 - 22:21:35 EDT

Many years ago, a very wise man wrote some verse about the dangers of
believing that perception was isomorphic with reality.

This became a song that started with a commentary on the problems of
unfulfilled expectation;

how lighting can create and change illusion (surely he had been
reading Proust);

aspects of duality and identity when only one condition may be
perceived at a time;

the importance of music in social intercourse, historical visuals to
relieve momentary pain;

the essence of (the Buddhist) non-reaction in the face of the Eight Winds;

perception of light and night;

unusual business opps;


early stem cell research and its greater potential;

coming down.

And finally, somewhat borrowed from Martin Gotfrit, a study in the
essentials of fantastical geography and mapmaking. (Martin once (?)
put the island of Never-Neverland on a map in my office.)

I know this reads a bit like the thoughts of Marcel Proust while
walking with one foot in the gutter, which led him to decide to write
1,250,000 words ... maybe he could have just put his foot back on the
sidewalk ... ???



>--- Morgan Sutherland <> wrote:
> > Good websites are essential. Judging by your website, I would
> > completely rule out your program. And I really don't want to end
>up in Illinoise... unless it's Chicago.


How do you do.

I see you've met my faithful handyman.
He's a little brought down -
Because when you knocked
He thought you were the candyman.

Don't get strung out by the way that I look.
Don't judge a book by its cover
I'm not much of a man
By the light of day
But by night I'm one hell of a lover.

I'm just a sweet Transvestite
 From Transexual Transylvania.

Let me show you around, maybe play you a sound
You look like you're both pretty groovie.

Or if you want something visual not too abysmal
We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie.

You got caught with a flat
Well how about that
Well babies don't you panic
By the light of the night
It'll seem alright
I'll get you a satanic mechanic.

I'm just a sweet transvestite
 From Transexual Transylvania.

Why dont'cha stay for the night
Or maybe a bite

I could show you my favorite obsession
I've been making a man
With blonde hair and a tan
And he's good for relieving my tension.

I'm just a sweet transvestite
 From Transexual Transylvania.

I'm just a sweet transvestite.

 From Transexual Transylvania.


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