Joe "Catfish" Provo's Web Louou

But for now I'm wearing Zero like a scarlet letter
Like the lady in the story by Nathaniel ...whatever

-Jim Tyrrell


Every page on the net is "under construction". These pages are "under mutation"; they change every time they are visited, barring a few nescessary constants. If you're lazy enough to stay here fifteen minutes and your browser supports META tags, we'll reload the page for you.

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Rather Obvious Joe Provo Fact Number Seven:
He hung out with and helped out at the start of the Worcester "Food Not Bombs" group. He feels like crud because he hasn't stayed involved.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

Go check out info I've found interesting in various RSS feeds.

Want more spew? Need some terror? We have some Lovecraftian fragments...

And as a parting shot, one of those insufferable Saturday Morning toy advertizements:

You'll soil your pants for:
 Glowing Taupe Velvet Tennis Uniform for Aztec Hellspawn Commander Death!
From SRI's Blood Brigade and friends. 

Cheers,
joe