970811 M U S I C R E V I E W by marco capelli Lilith Fair. Hartford. July '97. Wow. Great. C U L I N A R Y R E V I E W by marco capelli Veggie Max Sandwich. Blimpies. Anytown. USA. Kinda sux. But It'll do For now. OK. This is about all for ATI87. I'll leave you with this poem dedicated to the revolution in the Congo. Is it any wonder there's some oil down there? THE OIL MYTH. (c) 1998. Prime H. Anarchist Wars and rumors of war Oil and rumors of oil I've got a girl for you tonite, I tell Dennis Rodman; After the game, You know You and her... "Is she UGGGGGLY?" is his Only question - For beauty, is an asset. Can be measured, manipulated manhandled & capitalized upon. Mr. Speaker, I say, Mr. Prez, Mrs. Prez: I yield my thyme and beg to reserve It back just long enough to Tell you about a New small country. Looking for democracy, freedom, Help from US, advisors, politicians, Maybe help to someday grow big and S T R O N G Through open, American monitored Elections. Are they oil-less, you ask me. They ask me, she asks me. Mrs. Speaker, for oil is an asset. Can be sized, sounded for, measured, Sucked, raped and capitalized upon. 'Cause if she ugggggly--- Won' give her my time no how. For if they LACK oil, We're JUS' nah INTRIST'D. Oil And rumors Of oil.