September 11, 2001 Istvan Hesslein [email@example.com] Gershwin's gay garish Gotham today has joined the ranks of Gaia's tragicopoles, London, Dresden, Gdansk for evermore. An unhallowed razor, thrust, so savagely, into the apple`s core. But please, spare us the braying of the semioticians of symmetry. Let them stay huddled, paretically, in Zeno's corner, ruminating, endlessly, on the etymology and etiology the means/ends mission statements of "horror, " and "counterhorror," full frontal, lateral, and collateral, the feudal bloodline of our selfish genes, even unto the Big Bang, while we chew instead on whether high-tech sociopathy and low-tech superstition were indeed always slated to win the day, eventually, in life's no-sin, no-sum game of Gaussian roulette.
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