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   calvin | Aug 05, 2006 06:49pm | #1

   You'll have better luck posting your message here:

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   rez | Aug 07, 2006 07:42pm | #2

   What do you have to have for issue #153?

   "The old Quaker Meeting house is almost 300 years old and as my sawzall made its way into the pegged ancient wood, a smell emerged that told me about dried, cracked things. The ancient Quakers sitting in the well worn pocket of their silence on the darkened pine benches were whispering something to me across the years.  Something about why I was here, why we're here.  Lord but it was hot. I reached in to clear anything out of what was the sill, nothing but the hardened mud, lime and sand mortar, dust and shadows."  -- Jer

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   IMERC | Aug 07, 2006 07:57pm | #3

   I have it..Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->

   WOW!!! What a Ride!<!----><!---->

   Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!

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   rez | Aug 07, 2006 08:03pm | #4

   YOU DO NOT!

   No way.

    

   be is it the first edition or the reprint?"The old Quaker Meeting house is almost 300 years old and as my sawzall made its way into the pegged ancient wood, a smell emerged that told me about dried, cracked things. The ancient Quakers sitting in the well worn pocket of their silence on the darkened pine benches were whispering something to me across the years.  Something about why I was here, why we're here.  Lord but it was hot. I reached in to clear anything out of what was the sill, nothing but the hardened mud, lime and sand mortar, dust and shadows."  -- Jer

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   IMERC | Aug 07, 2006 08:08pm | #5

   1st edition....Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->

   WOW!!! What a Ride!<!----><!---->

   Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!

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   rez | Aug 07, 2006 08:19pm | #6

   Dang, you know how long I've been looking for one of those?

   How much to you have to have to part with it?"The old Quaker Meeting house is almost 300 years old and as my sawzall made its way into the pegged ancient wood, a smell emerged that told me about dried, cracked things. The ancient Quakers sitting in the well worn pocket of their silence on the darkened pine benches were whispering something to me across the years.  Something about why I was here, why we're here.  Lord but it was hot. I reached in to clear anything out of what was the sill, nothing but the hardened mud, lime and sand mortar, dust and shadows."  -- Jer

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   IMERC | Aug 07, 2006 08:20pm | #7

   part with what...Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->

   WOW!!! What a Ride!<!----><!---->

   Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!

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   rez | Aug 07, 2006 09:05pm | #8

   Real funny.

   The first edition FHB #153. Don't play me for a fool."The old Quaker Meeting house is almost 300 years old and as my sawzall made its way into the pegged ancient wood, a smell emerged that told me about dried, cracked things. The ancient Quakers sitting in the well worn pocket of their silence on the darkened pine benches were whispering something to me across the years.  Something about why I was here, why we're here.  Lord but it was hot. I reached in to clear anything out of what was the sill, nothing but the hardened mud, lime and sand mortar, dust and shadows."  -- Jer

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   IMERC | Aug 07, 2006 09:10pm | #9

   not for sale...Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->

   WOW!!! What a Ride!<!----><!---->

   Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!

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   rez | Aug 07, 2006 09:52pm | #10

   Everything has it's price.

   Are you sure it is the first print? Does it have the extra stuff in that one?"The old Quaker Meeting house is almost 300 years old and as my sawzall made its way into the pegged ancient wood, a smell emerged that told me about dried, cracked things. The ancient Quakers sitting in the well worn pocket of their silence on the darkened pine benches were whispering something to me across the years.  Something about why I was here, why we're here.  Lord but it was hot. I reached in to clear anything out of what was the sill, nothing but the hardened mud, lime and sand mortar, dust and shadows."  -- Jer

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   IMERC | Aug 07, 2006 09:57pm | #11

   not evertthing and yes it is....Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->

   WOW!!! What a Ride!<!----><!---->

   Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!

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   rez | Aug 07, 2006 10:01pm | #12

   Great. Will you sell it for $50?"The old Quaker Meeting house is almost 300 years old and as my sawzall made its way into the pegged ancient wood, a smell emerged that told me about dried, cracked things. The ancient Quakers sitting in the well worn pocket of their silence on the darkened pine benches were whispering something to me across the years.  Something about why I was here, why we're here.  Lord but it was hot. I reached in to clear anything out of what was the sill, nothing but the hardened mud, lime and sand mortar, dust and shadows."  -- Jer

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   IMERC | Aug 07, 2006 10:05pm | #13

   not for sale...

   I have every issue back to #1 for FHB and FWW alike...

   not going to break up a set.....

    Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->

   WOW!!! What a Ride!<!----><!---->

   Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!

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   rez | Aug 07, 2006 10:07pm | #14

   ok, I'll give you $75 dollars for the first print FHB #153.

    

   be and That's a reasonable price."The old Quaker Meeting house is almost 300 years old and as my sawzall made its way into the pegged ancient wood, a smell emerged that told me about dried, cracked things. The ancient Quakers sitting in the well worn pocket of their silence on the darkened pine benches were whispering something to me across the years.  Something about why I was here, why we're here.  Lord but it was hot. I reached in to clear anything out of what was the sill, nothing but the hardened mud, lime and sand mortar, dust and shadows."  -- Jer

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    IMERC | Aug 07, 2006 10:08pm | #15

    no....

    only gots one copy...Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming<!----><!----><!---->

    WOW!!! What a Ride!<!----><!---->

    Forget the primal scream, just ROAR!!!

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    rez | Aug 07, 2006 10:58pm | #16

    Fine.

     

    be that way then, ya hoarder."The old Quaker Meeting house is almost 300 years old and as my sawzall made its way into the pegged ancient wood, a smell emerged that told me about dried, cracked things. The ancient Quakers sitting in the well worn pocket of their silence on the darkened pine benches were whispering something to me across the years.  Something about why I was here, why we're here.  Lord but it was hot. I reached in to clear anything out of what was the sill, nothing but the hardened mud, lime and sand mortar, dust and shadows."  -- Jer