From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
Thursday, June 19, 2003 7:50 PM
To:
Shaim (shaim@covetech.com)
Cc: rest
Subject: FW: Shoe shine

 

Sammy - u may have heard me getting back tu The Cave a little earlier after quite an afternoon of exercise altho with that new wide screen TV of yours blasting away it is likely u wouldn’t even hear a damsel in distress altho the Studebaker I was dropped off in is really one of a kind, quiet as a whistle never to blow smoke in the face of a whistle blower, agree?

 

And so is its owner who going on 90 is not only modest having had his brush with the law, a byproduct of helping out a lady who may not yet have reached rock bottom, designed this 1960s wonder and had quite the swing to boot, the same with his father who managed to get by as an engineer for a railroad company while raising Gene in the 1930s in the slums of New York City where according to Gene it didn’t help that much keeping your digs spotless, both father and son scratch golfers to boot, since the folks below lived liked pigs with cockroaches finding a safe haven with the folks above.

 

Our Danielle just called to let me know that she was in “good hands” tomorrow, her biological father picking her up in the morning from a sleepover tu take her and a friend surfing which may mean one of too things, that either Mr. George G. Hurst Esq. got JBS the message that he had better get with the program, never tho to interfere with a material witness, or that an “Act of G-d” is moving JBS in the writ direction.

 

Either way, since it is getting rather late, cum tomorrow morning Mr. Hurst will get the blast he has so anxiously been waiting altho I would so much have preferred it came from Mr. James C. Ashworth, agree?

 

Sum of the pivoting bridges Gene’s father designed are still in use today, quite sumthing when u consider all that has been wasting away and where do u think all the heavy equipment machinery used to build the bridges and dams, the bulldozers, the tractors, the trucks etc etc to mention little of today’s automobile parts with thin-as-sheet metal components that cannot be recycled, end up?

 

Of course being the genius that u r u, as Guru, u wouldn’t be wrong if u were to conclude that perhaps the reason the ocean is “screaming sic” [sic] to mention little of the rising waters is attributable to all the heavy metal junk that is dumped into it each and every day as the barges go “back & forth” emptying their loads probably as many times as u go “In N Out” of that fukukta garage.

 

What is it with u and that garage door opener? In all the years u have trekked women “back & forth” banging their heads to hell & G-d only knows where else, always managing tho, to get by with parking your car outside butt for sum reason u seem hooked on the power of this garage door opening & closing on average 6X a day in the past week whilst I have been doing my utmost to get MM1 put tu bed.

 

When G-d said that man should be “fruitful & X” could it mean that what he actually meant was that we should fill up on fruit at an early age, fly free as a kite, that the Kite Report should be looked at down the road as a possible addendum to the U.S. Constitution and that instead of screwing every “Tom, Dick or Harry” that cumes along we should get down and dirty, first getting our X Tables nailed down, going “back & forth” until we get our sequencing in tune to welcome in the Digital Age, agree?

 

With regard to my earlier email below perhaps there is a need to be “crystal-lite clear.” A polygraph will prove that u had nothing whatsoever to do with, in any shape or form, the air being removed from the front right tire of my Mini Cooper S and by agreeing to such a test involving nothing more than intellectual honesty, u will in fact have avoided an inflationary bidding war, agree?

 

And then we can all move on.

 

When else in history would you like to be living, other than overpopulation we really are in pretty good shape, those of us having evolved somewhat, agree?

 

So the question is how best to reach the masses those not caught up in the rat race, i.e. further removed than u from the apes, to really put their foot to the pedal and start procreating?

 

It seems to me that the ones that screw the most and enjoy it are the ones mostly without the stress of making money to afford the children they produced, the best sperm fertilizing the best of the eggs produce the best of the best, i.e. Black basketball players, and so it seems to me we are already in many ways on the mend.

 

And did you know that in South Bend Indiana there is still a Studebaker factory putting out.

 

I must now run and may I suggest u do your best to use this information I have provided above to good use and not as another of your psychological weapons to end up in “pound seats.”

 

In the event I don’t make it back from my trek into the woods this evening u can bet your bottom dollar that Devin Standard and/or his father Kenneth Standard will pick up the slack to mention little of my date tomorrow with Mr. Krinsk which will allow u and I to kick things off in earnest.

 

And I won’t get in to what it means to know a thing or too about the Diamond industry that caused folks like Ernest Slotar who now lives in Chicago, a South African transplant, and I tu once cross paths, courtesy of Codiam, a rather “pin prick” little organization with headquarters on 47th Street in New York that allowed a family or too tu maintain the hi-ground.

 

Knowledge is power and unfortunately, fortunately most of our specie-s has-have procreated without knowledge.

 

is the air.

 

Alles van die beste,

 

Gary

 

Ps – I just heard the following from an avid reader of my emails in reference to my earlier email, “A girl about 18 went off the cliff right there last summer on a bicycle!  She broke a collarbone but was otherwise healthy enough to walk into the lifeguard office two days later to thank them for their prompt response!!!”

 

 


From: Gary S. Gevisser [mailto:
gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
Thursday, June 19, 2003 3:31 PM
To:
Shaim (shaim@covetech.com)
Cc: rest
Subject: Shoe shine

 

Sammy – I’m sitting perched right