>Please UNSUBSCRIBE me. No, dear Nubile Maiden, we will not. You must do penance first for your blasphemy, for your desire to (gasp!) *leave* the CHileheads. At the time of the next full moon, you must venture out into your garden, and there under the moon so bright and full you shall discover a Monk...Monk Rael, that is. He'll be the one with the long hair, on his knees, speaking in tongues to the chiles so sweet and dear to him. Watch that tongue, btw. And under the light of the bright silvery moon, with this Monk, must you play Salsa Twister. Nudity is *not* optional. Or, if your sig.O. is rather large and can thump a poor Monk good if need be, please just..."follow the instructions below...follow the instructions below...follow follow follow follow follow the instructions below!" (sorry...it's the red shoes...i hate the movie, but oooooh, those red shoes...makes me wanna paint myself yellow...) Ahem... --- To remove yourself from the mailing list, send the following command to majordomo@globalgarden.com: UNSUBSCRIBE Chile-Heads --- Peace, Hendrix, and Chiles....... Rael"...O-Chem = 'C' baby! whaaaaaaawhooooo! somebody kiss me!..."64 (actually, one C, one B, 4 A's, thank you very much....elvis has left the building...sleep now, just go to sleep,,,,,Hal? Open the pod doors, Hal...don't you know that i love you, In-A-Gadda-Da-vida, baby, don't you know that i'll always be true...*natural* high, folks...green jell-o, pop rocks, siouxsie sioux/xena/marlene d.....latex, pleeeeze...woof...)