$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$ hogz of entropy #200! $$$$$P $$$$ $$$$ moo, oink, up your butt. $$$$P $$$$ x$$$$ $$$P $$$$ xP$$$$ d$$$$$$$$$$$. $$$. $$$$xP $$$$ $$$$$$' >$$$$ $$$$$$$$$. $$$$P $$$$ 4$$$$$. .$$$$' $$$$'`4$$$b. $$$$ $$$$ 4$$$$$$$$$P' $$$$b 4$$$$b. $$$$$$$$$$$ 4$$$< %% $$$$$b 4$$$$$x $$$$$$$$$$$ 4$$$$$$$$$ %% >> "Hubris" << by -> Various Artists ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Introduction Thing" by - Mogel I generally hate self-involved, analytical editorials in text files, thanking everyone for their support and talking a lot about themselves and blah blah -- who cares? The truth of the matter is I'm going to do it anyway. Why? Because I like to hurt myself. It's very 90's. h0e in its present incarnation is a wonderful revival of something that should never have been revived -- dumb text files. But we're Better than that, because we're well aware of the stereotype. In fact, we bask in the stereotype, displaying our exposed silliness for the whole world to see! Yeah! As many of you know, I actually ended h0e back in the early summer of 1995 at issue #90. About a month later, Pip the Angry Youth released h0e #91 just to piss me off. Little bugger. Well over a year later, Metalchick submitted (as a joke) a text file for the e'zine DTO for the purpose of getting "ops" on the IRC channel #dto. Instead, I invited her to be the new president of h0e, and she gleefully accepted. It was history. She released another 7 issues over the course of a few months, and then retired the position of President of h0e so that she could hang out in New Jersey. We'll never quite understand this. At any rate, I decided that h0e would be a nice place to release funny-but-not-publishable DTO reject files for the first 30 or so issues. That was to be its purpose, at first, except then people actually started writing and caring specifically about the e'zine h0e. This amount of people might be about 3 or 4, I lost count. But the fact remains, it's funny as hell to release this stuff, so I really don't care if no one in their right mind would ever read it. The NEW h0e is genius. Pure and simple. Expect another 200 issues coming your way... and at the current rate of release, this could happen in a few weeks. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Official Staff of h0e e'zine -------------------------------- President -- Mogel Vice-President -- Styx Spokesman -- Jubjub Treasurer -- Murmur Secretary -- Ilsundal Translator -- PezMonkey Director of Big, Warm, SQUISHY Hugs -- MoonBagel Director of Pure Hatred -- Quarex Director of Monsters and Goblins -- Aster Official Sex Ring Coordinator -- Kraftwerk Foreign Relations Correspondant -- Swisspope Head of the Board of Trustees -- Metal Chick Official h0e Mascot -- (???) c0uld be y0u!#@# ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- MISCELANEOUS ASCII ART ---------------------- >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "L. Ron Hubbard, Philosopher" by - Mogel ____________________________________________________________________________ | | | | | "SUP!!!!!!" | "IZ LYK WTF?" | ' "Help! I'm | | ..... | | | -\\\ ` ### ,///- Exploding | | \|||||/ | ' | \=\\ (X.X) ////=/ ` into a | | /._ _.\ | !!! | =\=\\`O'\/////=/=/ giant mass | | | <# #> | | (#.#) | =\=\==(~~)=/=/=/= ' of | | \ ^ /\ | `o'\\ | =\==\=\=| |==/===/=== horseshit | | `(_)'\``\ | \>--(O)-- ,' `._ | _/{o}\_ | ' `/ `\\\--\//--= explainable | | || ( /^\ ) | mm/ \mm | reason!!" | |_____\\___|_|_._|_|_|_______________|_____________________________________| >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Comrade-comrade Mister Martini" by -- kaia * * * no. * o o O o o ^. * O MARTINI. WANT TO DANCE? 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What Would Happen if MTV's 12 Angry Viewers Acted like Indie Rock Elitist Music Critics ______________________________________________________________________ | | | | so guys, what do you think of poop daddy's new song | | | "jiggin it up '98" | | | | | |-----------------------------------------------------' ... | | | ////\ | | (|||) | it's fucking //// \\ | | ( ) clearly this video | ridiculous!@# the last /// \\ | | ( . . ) punctuates the reckless | poop daddy 7" was on <.o o.> | | ( > ) yet carefree attitude | slut ho records in which `. , .' | | ( _ ) / of the urban gangsta | the production value | o | | | \_/ ' machismo simply stated | made it _marginally_ , \_/ | | ., ,. as 'jiggin it up', | listenable, at best. \ .|. | | .| |. perculating . . . | / \ | | / | | \ | || || | |___________________________________|__________________________________| | | ___ | | (|||) | .#####. | | ( ) ahem. the last 7" was | hmm. well _i_ thought ## ## | | ( . . ) not on slut ho, it was | that song sounded # # | | ( > ) on ghetto blaster, and | pretty cool. | o o | | | ( o ) ,/ i might add that m.c. | | . | | | \_/ crackmastah did a | \ | | | | ., ,. superb job mixing. | . \ - / | | .| |. | (_) | | / | | \ | __| |__ | |___________________________________|_________________________/_______\| | | | | | ( he ) ___ | | ( obviously ) ... .#####. | | (|||) ( has no idea ) ////\ ## ## | | ( ) o ( what he's ) o //// \\ # # | | ( > > ) o ( talking ) o <.p p.> | o o | | | ( > ) ( about ) `. , .' | . | | | ( _ ) | o | | | | | \_/ \_/ \ - / | | ., ,. .|. (_) | | .| |. / \ . __| |__ . | | / | | \ || || \ / \ / | |______________________________________________________________________| >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "this really, really isn't funny" by - whoops __________________________________________________________ | | | | mmmm | mmmm / | | -- | oo| | -- |>)@| - | |---- >O | > | | --- >O| > | \ | | -- |_\/| | -- |_0_| | | _|_ | _|_ | | __________ / \ | / \ | |__/Hey Mr! \ \_\\_\ | \_\\_\ | | \Watch Out! | | || | | || | | \_________/ | || | | || | | |_|| | |_|| | | LL | LL | |____________________________|_____________________________| | | | | mmmm | _____ mmmm | | ______ | o-| | /'Tis \ | oo| | | / | | > | | | only a \ | > | | |___/ Gosh! | |_o_| | | fish >|_O_| | | \ I'm | _|_ | | wound.../ _|_ | | \sorry!| / \ | \_______/ / \ | | \____| \_\\_\ | \_\\_\ | | | || | | || | | | || | | || | | |_|| | |_|| | | >O LL | >O LL | |____________________________|_____________________________| >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "I Stayed Home From School Today..." by Captain Bovine .----------------------.--------------------.------------------. | | .^--^. i'm a | .oO. | | (__) | | oo | bear | | < | | \-----|..| i'm a | .-\../-. | __\/__ | | ||--||`..' cow | || || | || | | || || | || || | || | | | |....| | ^^ | +----------------------+--------------------+------------------+ | .^--^. .Ox. | | | (__) | oo | | < | (__) | | \-----|..| .-\../-. __\/__ | \-----|..| | | ||--||`..' || || || | ||--||`..' | | || || || || || | || || god | | |....| ^^ | dammit | +----------------------+--------------------+------------------+ | | .^--^. ducks | .Oo. | | (__) the duck | | oo | shouldn't| quaaaack > | | | \-----|..| is stoned | .-\../-. do drugs| __\/__ | | ||--||`..' again | || || | || | | || || | || || | || | | | |....| | ^^ | +----------------------+--------------------+------------------' ~~ .-----------------------------------.----------------------------. | | | | I just found out | | | .@@@@@. that if you add | .@@@@@. | | | o o | 75 to the ascii | | o - | This is the | | | _'_ | --- equivalent of | | _'_ | --- happiest day| | `-----' each letter in my | `-----' of my life. | |.-------------. name, it makes a |.-------------. | || | really cool || | | || | | | symbol!!!!!!!! || | | | | || | | | || | | | | ||..|.......|..| ||..|.......|..| | `-----------------------------------'----------------------------' ~~ .---------------------.---------------------.--------------------. | O hey ascii O | O what are O | O O | | -|- man!! |\| -|- you doing?! |\| -|- |\| | | | | | | | | | | | / \ --' | / \ --' | / \ --' | +---------------------+---------------------+--------------------+ | O O | O why won't O | O i hate O | | -|- |\| -|- you answer |\| -|- you!!! |\| | | | | | me!?! | | | | | | / \ --' | / \ --' | / \ --' | +---------------------+---------------------+--------------------+ | O you O | O O that's right! | | -|- fucking |\| -|- !?@#! |\ i am! | | | asshole! | | | |.--.O | | / \ --' | / \ --') | | `---------------------+------------------------------------------' [oh come on.. like it's never happened to you before - CptB] ~~ Which of these would you eat? (__) <-- unprocessed steak \-----|oo| ||--||`..' @ || || |' <-- flower ~~ .-------------------.-------------------. | | | | (__) | (__) damn | | \-----|**| | \-----|**| right | | ||--||`..' @ | ||--||`..' i'm mad| | || || |' | || || | | | | `-------------------`-------------------' >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> an ascii depiction of my hard cock being pressed with such strain against a tight pussy that it's bending in the center and my hairless balls have goosebumps - styx / / \ \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ ( ) \ / \ / \ / | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | / / / / / / / / / \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | ........... | | ........... . . | | . . . .| |. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "The Story Jammy Thing" I'd just like to mention that this story is quite possibly one of the most absolutely pointless things h0e has done. And that's saying a lot. -- Mogel -------------- [Quarex] "Strike a pose!", screamed Joe, slicing his razor-sharp blade again and again through the loaf of sourdough. Having carved himself a few very choice slices, his task was nearly complete. Only one thing remained: the fillings. Joe carefully extracted his third and fourth molar from each side of his mouth, placing them inside the bready vault. "I hope you have better luck than I shall," Joe said at length. [MoonBagel] ...and the glowing, sparkly, glorious magic that was Joe's Sandwich burst forth into the universe, tickling the moon, licking the stars, and doing terribly naughty things to pets all over. Dachsunds and Cairn Terriers and various kitty cats and terrapins and lampreys and little froggies all over Nebraska made a nasty-mad dash in Joe's general direction, to see if they could find out just what was going on. They did not like this naughtiness, though they now found themselves inexplicably fond of sourdough. The supply of dough in the midwest went fresh, and pets everywhere revolted. Joe sat back in his plastic butt-sticking chaise lounge, and pondering the craziness that was ensuing. [PezMonkey] And as he pondered such craziness, he ate his Sandwich, slowly and skillfully. Sandwich eating, like, sandwich making, was, after all, an art. He was reveling in the wonderous pleasures of the bread when who should happen upon him but God (wearing green, because God, obviously, is fond of green). God demanded, "Joe, you pose striker, you, why have you only made a sandwich for yourself and not for me, master of the universe!?" Joe tried to think of how to respond to such a question from God, but all he could think was, "Isn't He-man master of the universe?" [Skinhorse] Joe had always been one to say the first thing that popped into his head before actually thinking about the potential implications, although it wouldn't have mattered much, given that God in the Western sense is an omnipotent being who can read human's minds and who gets a big fucking hard-on by putting his children in situations where he can find an excuse to kick the all-powerful shit out of them, and this story will presumably be read by someone with a traditional sense of the WESTERN GOD, thus, altering the Big Guy's image significantly would really fuck with the reader in ways that would not be as self-consciously coy or pseudo-humorous as this load of mad-libs tripe. Joe's absent-minded recall of 30-minute infomercials for Mattel toys of the early 80's had given our Lord the opportunity to "incur his wrath." With a shower of sparks and flames, Joe found himself in the company of a young girl. "Who are you?" he wondered aloud as God put on one of those really threatening Vincent Price-style laughs like you might expect in Michael Jackson's _Thriller._ "I'm Aster," responded the prepubescent, to which she added, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah." [Swiss Pope] This was the scream that was heard around the world. Millions felt the audio assault of the Aster's siren song, which led to famine in Antarctica, and forest fires in the Sahara desert. But the worst victim of this scream was our beloved hero Joe, who promptly shit his pants. Aster cackled with glee upon whiffing the aromatic aroma of Joe's poopy poo. She blew upon her poophorn, which existed for this very purpose: to summon a creature more vile than ever imagined by a human being. [Art] Joe cringed in terror, for the monster Aster had summoned was none other than the ghost of DIANA, PRINCESS OF WALES. With a furious snarl, Di leaped for Joe's throat! Bellowing out an inarticulate scream of terror, Joe slapped the com-link on his breast and yelled "Bridge, beam me up$#!" With a blinding flash of light, our sandwich making hero flashes heavenward, narrowly escaping certain doom. [JubJub] Joe is beamed up to the bridge of the Star Trek enterprise, where there is an orgy in progress. "ahh.. excuse me," Joe says as he makes an escape from the atroscious scene. Wharf naked is not a pretty site. He took a walk to the holodeck where he started to program in a fun adventure. He pondered his annoyance at mogel for always pressuring him to write bad stories against his will... [Captain Bovine] The stories would have to wait, however, for now it was time for fun! Stepping through the holodeck doors, Joe could hardly contain himself; this program would be the best program yet! As the doors closed behind him, Joe began to suspect something was terribly wrong. Instead of finding himself in a scantily-clad amazon paradise full of buxom scantily-clad midgets, Joe found himself in an episode of Three's Company. He frantically searched through his purse to find the remote control that would take him away from it all. As he hit the Channel Up button, Joe had the sinking suspicion that *someone* had sabotaged his program... [Kaia] So as he moussed his hair into a cowlick like Alfalfa's in The Little Rascals and strutted into Wall Drug to find out who had stolen all the batteries from the 235 remote controls he owned, he was tackled by ROBERT SMITH of the cure, screaming and sneezing, "Atreyu!$!@1" "I'm not Atreyu," Joe said, handing ROBERT SMITH a packet of Cold-Eze, "I'm Bastian." Robert Smith said, "Oh, as in Bastian of Kindness?" then was overcome by anthrax, and coughed up a lung. It was adorned with crosses and various other symbols that burned his eyes to see. "No," Joe said, handing ROBERT SMITH his lung back, "I'm Bastian of THE NEVERENDING STORY, and now you're a part of this neverending story, and I'm a part of it, and every reader of this goddamn text file is a part of it! THE NEVERENDING STORY will live on and on like bunnies in heat!" "Well," said ROBERT SMITH, readjusting his innards, "_I'm_ Bastian of I'M DUMB@!$!@" and Joe was overcome by anthrax, too. [Murmur] Fortunately for Joe, he was a seasoned veteran of Headbanger's Ball, and being overcome by Anthrax wasn't really an issue, because it's not as though Anthrax were the Stone Temple Pilots or anything that didn't really belong on Headbanger's Ball in the first place. Joe considered it very unfortunate that his formiddable years were all during the Reagan years, when American society reached its low ebb of redeeming qualities. Joe realized that he was not very pleased with the current state of the world around him, though; not only were decapitated elk strewn across the barren Arizona landscape, but the universe seemed less like anything More had envisioned and more like an undying failed game show hosted by Wink Martindale and featuring bonobos for panelists. Indeed, there was little to live for, and everything to splendor in, for it was the Thai Year of Splendor, and Joe had amassed an oh-so-impressive stack of 14 Splendor Cookies, redeemable in all states and countries, subject to local laws and punishable by intestinal inflammation in the presence of the Moody Blues. Realizing that he could not lose his search for a quest when he was in fact sitting down and indeed not searching in the first place, neverminding the fact that there was no quest available to be searched for on this side of the cosmos, and furthermore convinced that he disliked his chair and had no desire to sit and watch the demons engulf his very psyche, Joe hit the "pause" button and retreated to the kitchen where he had a nice stash of popcorn waiting. [pagenwait] While in the kitchen, he searched in the refrigerator for his popcorn, because where else would someone keep their popcorn? Instead of finding a nice buttery glob of fattening goodness, he found a loaf of sourdough bread. "Now this seems familar," Joe said to himself, "haven't i done this before? Oh my god!! I'm experiencing deja-vu!!! So what happens next?" Joe looks inside of the sourdough, and sees not his famed George Washington wooden molars (tm), but a little gray dragon-worm thing with a dog type of head. The thing looked up at him and asked, "Bastian?" [Backwash] To which our hero replied "Umm, maybe, you don't work for that cockfighting bookie, do you? If so, I'm not." The thing replied "Well, I'm a fan but... that isn't really important, I need your help, if I don't mate in your liver within 2 hours I'll die -- will you help me?!" Joe wasn't sure what to say, he had heard of this thing in science class, and he didn't like strange dog-faced organisms in his liver, but it was so darn cute, he invited it in anyway. After about 5 minutes of quiet awe and digging, the thing replied "Did you know your innards resemble that of a potato's?" Joe felt a bit insignifigant after that, but he was too wrapped up in the situation to do anything about it, as the creature continued to on to say "Well, I'm here in your liver, but there's one problem..." [Styx] "...there's nobody here for me to mate with!" Joe Bastian Thistleshit started laughing; a high-pitched, wheezing laugh that tore through the dragon-maggot's slimy, tubular little soul and sent it thrashing about in hysterical fits inside the liver, which in turn sent Joe into thrashing bouts of hysterical fits himself, because it was terribly painful having a maggot-dragon fuck around smashing the walls in his liver. He crawled... nay, *clawed* his way across the floor to the liquor cabinet, grasped a bottle of Everclear, tore the cap off with his teeth, and guzzled it down as fast as a half-spent whore with no fix guzzles cum. He felt the burning alcohol tumble down his throat, race through his digestive organs and slam its way full-force through his liver, and Joe Bastian Thistleshit laughed his laugh all the way through, for he heard.. nay, he *felt* the dragon-maggot shudder and shiver and scream and vomit, which was by far more painful to Joe than having the dragon-maggot thrash in hysterical fits, yet this pain was somehow strangely satisfying nonetheless. Joe grew more drunk, the dragon-maggot grew more agonized, until finally, when the bottle was finished, the maggot twitched its last twitch and Joe laughed his last laugh; it was over, and Joe Bastian Thistleshit, the neutral-good thief, had gained enough experience to rise to the next level, where his next challenge awaited -- The Dread Pumpernickel of West Virginia. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- An index of the NEW h0e, with lowercase stylin' ----------------------------------------------- 091 -- "the death of our scene" -- pip the angry youth 092 -- "DIE MIKE!" -- metal chick 093 -- "my nipples are erect for you!" -- hardcore 094 -- "collected suicide letters" -- metal chick 095 -- "girls are dumb" -- metal chick 096 -- "midnight munchies, valium, take a shower you dirty fuck" -- styx 097 -- "long-sleeve shirts" -- kaia's friend drew 098 -- "the intertwining worlds of the dumb and the ugly" -- pixy 099 -- "a REAL bush fan" -- creed 100 -- "the computer underground lovechart" -- goldy the pimp from pamona 101 -- "group therapy" -- trilobyte 102 -- "i'm so stupid" -- trip 103 -- "the rise of the mogels, part one" -- eerie 104 -- "SCREW" -- trilobyte 105 -- "nobody loves me" -- eerie 106 -- "the triangle" -- eric keebler 107 -- "ao, li-fo #7" -- food 108 -- "and you wonder" -- aproh 109 -- "how to hack nasa with aol" -- jubjub 110 -- "a dialogue on love" -- jamesy & murmur 111 -- "the rise of the mogels, part two" -- nybar 112 -- "militia entrance exam" -- im2k 113 -- "who the fuck is this jesus christ guy?" -- creep 114 -- "the boy who seeks happiness meets darkthrone" -- murmur 115 -- "it's me!" -- nyar 116 -- "the dangerous streets of nyc" -- eerie 117 -- "an interview with mogel" -- jamesy 118 -- "so much to live for, so much to die for, right?" -- kheldar 119 -- "rise of the mogels, part three" -- mercuri 120 -- "on yumas" -- HACKERS 121 -- "free buttplug" -- styx 122 -- "how to get chicks: the faq!" -- swisspope 123 -- "an ascii portrait of antihero" -- morpheus 124 -- "short story (code number ORANGE)" -- murmur 125 -- "laughing" -- mogel 126 -- "hey i'm in the chinese channel" -- styx 127 -- "rise of the mogels, part four" -- murmur 128 -- "the fun i had with a crazy, old vietnamese lady" -- muze 129 -- "christ demands more money" -- the onion 130 -- "how to kill your roommate and frame her fat friends" -- muze 131 -- "text files" -- darwin 132 -- "c-" -- glynis 133 -- "reality and fantasy: an indepth analysis" -- nybar 134 -- "ode to manson" -- taraxis 135 -- "asshole or bitch" -- styx 136 -- "it's all a facade" -- pagenwait 137 -- "hemmorhoids" -- shadow tao 138 -- "killing time on a sunday afternoon" -- legion 139 -- "potato salad" -- murmur 140 -- "enter matcat" -- antihero 141 -- "a womans's guide to geeky guys" -- lonewolf 142 -- "are you calling me a liar?" -- trilobyte 143 -- "carmex rocks my world" -- moonbagel 144 -- "a sentence" -- orestes 145 -- "here's the story of a cat named buddy" -- trip 146 -- "eaten alive by a faulty ball bearing cooling fan" -- skinhorse 147 -- "a call-us & damnit! adventure" -- whoops 148 -- "thoughts and deja vu" -- gaurdian 149 -- "sleep deprivation" -- sonia 150 -- "slit and slot; no, just coffee, thanks" -- styx 151 -- "fear and loathing in the suburban midwest" -- moonbagel 152 -- "normal vacation" -- murmur 153 -- "missing the boat" -- kraftwerk 154 -- "THE... BITCH.... QUEEN... IS DEAD!!!" -- nybar 155 -- "the spice girls" -- jubjub 156 -- "why are they eating this? -- quarex & rottenz 157 -- "emoticons explained" -- swisspope 158 -- "yellow.american.cheese.gz" -- ilsundal 159 -- "dick van dyke" -- jubjub 160 -- "2599 unlimited" -- 2599 161 -- "hope dies last" -- neko 162 -- "FUCK THE BROKEN DITTO MACHINE" -- quarex 163 -- "the dead hippo" -- kraftwerk 164 -- "notes from my freshman year" -- moonbagel 165 -- "can i be a barber, mom?" -- jook 166 -- "the spirit of giving" -- pezmonkey 167 -- "hippo crackers" -- trilobyte 168 -- "bots are evil" -- aster 169 -- "your sister is hot" -- styx 170 -- "why can't i be a crack baby?" -- backwash 171 -- "the hanson scourge" -- deusvitae 172 -- "the three little wolves and the big bad pig" -- file13 173 -- "dwindle dwindle dwindle" -- cstone 174 -- "barbeque, i don't like you" -- phorce 175 -- "a horrible imitation of henry miller" -- skinhorse 176 -- "anything else" -- pezmonkey 177 -- "what's your new year's resolution? huh?" -- fyfy 178 -- "drop dead" -- rattle 179 -- "the storys of le and kurt" -- aster 180 -- "i'm complicated" -- lilnilhil 181 -- "there was a girl" -- neko 182 -- "the continued storys of le and kurt" -- aster 183 -- "why drugs are queer" -- kraftwerk 184 -- "my stupid h0e" -- plexus 185 -- "a super cool way to kill yourself" -- sighrik 186 -- "friends" -- aster 187 -- "homosexuality unleashed" -- ilsundal 188 -- "matcat explains christianity" -- antihero 189 -- "my ass" -- skinhorse 190 -- "hume tickles me" -- moonbagel 191 -- "dear jewel kilcher" -- styx 192 -- "the 815 bust revisted" -- neko 193 -- "the lady with red hair" -- aster 194 -- "matcat goes hacking" -- antihero 195 -- "the netsplit heard 'round the world" -- kraftwerk 196 -- "marching over me" -- leprekon 197 -- "bob and suzy" -- aster 198 -- "matcat gives up" -- antihero 199 -- "POETRY EXPLOSTION!" -- various artists 200 -- "hubris" -- various artists ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- * (c) HoE publications. HoE #200 -- written by Various Artists -- 3/06/98 *