Mark Allen Cam's: EAT YOUR MAIL!!! EAT IT!!!
                                                                                                                                                            hand model: Domenic

Subject: SM
Date:  Mon, 25 Feb 2002 03:21:11
From: Chief Inspector Jacques Clouseau
To:  "Mark Allen" <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>

Would it kill you answering just one of my mails? FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!

I bet your FUCKING EGO must be HUGE inversely proportional to your dick size! espèce de sale enculé de fils de pute de ta race de sale pédé !!!!!!! gros connard doublé d'un batard d'enfoiré de #@*$=%!!! I am sure that you don't do anything during daytime, your life is just senseless just like mine.

It's a shame that your testicule cancer didn't kill you because there are people much more worth-living than you who didn't get that chance. I think that you risk more to have cancer from an organ that you use a lot so don't worry about brain cancer but if I were you I will go to the proctologist to have my ass check. VA TE FAIRE ENCULER PUISQUE TU AIMES CA !!!!!!!!!!!!!


Subject:  [Re: SM]
Date:  Sun, 10 Mar 2002 15:47:00 -0800
From:  Mark Allen <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>
To:   Chief Inspector Jacques Clouseau

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Later!
Mark
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Subject: Cyber Crush Essay
Date:  Fri, 08 Mar 2002 21:35:11
From: Lupa
To:  "Mark Allen" <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>

Mark:

I was wanting to let you know how interesting and informative I found your essay on cyber crushes to be.

One thing I learned from your essay is that if I ever look in a dictionary to find the definition of "pathetic loser" your picture will be next to it.

Have fun,

Paul

Subject:  [Re: Cyber Crush Essay]
Date:  Sun, 10 Mar 2002 15:47:00 -0800
From:  Mark Allen <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>
To:   Lupa

Well I call your bluff Mr. Liar! I just looked it up in Merriam Webster's Online Dictionary and... oh my God! You're right!

Later!
Mark
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Subject: 12/31/01 Mark's New Year's Eve radio show with Guillaume, 7-9PM EST
Date:  December 31, 2001 03:07 PM
From:  GregoryNYC <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com
To:  "Mark Allen" <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>

Shit...Guillaume's here?? Thanks for telling me. I see....

I think your radio show should consist of you putting the microphone to your ass as you get slurpily power fucked by his huge, thick cock. You can use canned cake frosting as lube for a flavorful treat as you suck him dry afterwords. Then you can do one of your "art" interpretive guitar pieces - bringing in the new year with a song in French - sung entirely with a mouthful of frosting and his unswallowed cum.. Next you have to expel the mixture from your mouth into a hollow cream puff shell and then you both can romantically share it (with espresso on the side) in a internet/radio show "NEW YEAR'S" toast to health, happiness, and prosperity!!!


Subject: 12/31/01 Mark's New Year's Eve radio show with Guillaume, 7-9PM EST
Date:  December 31, 2001 05:06 PM
From: Mark Allen <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>
To: "GregoryNYC" <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com>

Gee thanks Greg. Ahhhh... yes. Now we see why he never called you. You're so much fun to be around Gregory! Is the heat on in your building yet? Do you need to borrow some more Propecia? How's your "ink jet cleaner" supply doing? Got fooled by yet ANOTHER phony on M4M4sex? Enema bag break? That 50 year old janitor from the Tuesday 6am-12noon shift on Tuesday morning at Jay's that you have a crush on still didn't call? Still can't shake Alex? Did that monster dildo you bought at Toys In Babeland break AGAIN and the metal rod is poking out because you were pounding up and down on it so hard? Your modeling career still in a slump? Well... have fun tonight at Exit! Be sure to bring enough coke for yourself! I used to go to nightclubs on New Year's Eve when I was in high school, it was so great. I'm sure you'll love the wall-to-wall tourists, horrible, bacteria-ridden fetid air, nightmarish frustration, regret and leather-faced coke-addict nobodies trying to score heroin in the leaky, urine, vomit, blood and feces flooded bathroom. The dim lighting is fabulous! Oh wait or am I talking about your gym? Oh yes... also be sure and enjoy the repetative house music blaring over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over!!! I'm sure you'll come home depressed and regretful that you spent $100 + to get in. But that didn't stop you the last billion times did it? Me and Guillaume will go to the Mütter Museum in Philadelphia wihout you, it looks like tonight you'll see horrors ten times as awful (and about one tenth as interesting). We can both joke about it on the phone tomorrow morning like we have all those many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, times before. Repitition is so predictable, no?

Later!
Mark

ps. Oh and have fun coming home when the sun is out! The mood it puts you in will be the rancid cherry on top of the shit sundae that is your life... oops, I mean NIGHT!

Happy New Year Gregory... my best friend!

 

Subject: 12/31/01 Mark's New Year's Eve radio show with Guillaume, 7-9PM EST
Date:  December 31, 2001 06:07 PM
From:  GregoryNYC <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com
To:  "Mark Allen" <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>

Our friendship in now over.

And yes, the PORTER, not JANITOR, DID finally call.

....and..i didn't pay $100 for a ticket...and...cocaine in no different than coffee - except without the stains on your teeth!

Use the time away from me to work on your anger. It's not healthy. Perhaps a group counseling session with all the board members - run, of course, by FelixTheCat. Maybe a bus trip/therapy session with EVERYONE to "the Edge of the center of the left side that protrudes out from the corner of Anywhere!" Dietdew will be the bus driver!!!!
 
 

Subject: 12/31/01 Mark's New Year's Eve radio show with Guillaume, 7-9PM EST
Date:  January 01, 2002 08:13 PM
From: Mark Allen <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>
To: "GregoryNYC" <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com>

Friendship over? Oh no babycakes it's just getting started. I'm not going to anger management classes either you lopsided, moldy tampon! I'd rather go to Riker's Island's death row ...that is after they arrest me for sneaking into your apartment well after your 5am bedtime, pummeling your silicone, botox-filled face to a Jocelyn Wildenstien-like persona (how hard will that be?), then cutting off all your limbs and then using your torso to squeeze your guts out of your dead asshole like a fucking tube of paint as I spray the walls of your pretentious apartment with your sad, pathetic blood and guts and simultaneously feed a 12" bone meal to your severed throat with my rock hard horse cock, which is what I'll have since this is what I've wanted to do to you ever since we met 8 years ago; your violent, artistic and stylized death at my brilliant hands. Your end. It'll be fucking art. Hardcore fucking art. When I'm done with that and have shot my gallon load into your sad carcass, I'll rip your torso in half like a circus strong man rips a phone book in half at a freakshow. Your guts flinging across all corners of you mock Meees Vanne Dehr Ro-oh chairs, retro 70's lamps and Italian Vogue magazines that's you'll never be on the pages of. Wanna be on the cover of Wallpaper Ragazine? Fine, I'll rip your face off your skull and paste it to the front of the cover with my jism, and make your skin-less, bloody, de-socketed, lidless, quivering-in-terror-and-pain eyeballs watch me do it before I rip them out and feed them to your cats. It'll be fucking bliss. The heavens will part and the angels will spew forth thankful nirvana gratitude as the sun shines down on me smashing your begging, pleading-for-mercy head open like a rotten pumpkin with your $10,000 perfume collection. I think I'll bring a CD of Smokey Robinson's "Tears Of a Clown" to blare full blast from you $19.99 14th-Street-bought CD jukebox as I rip your limbs off one by one by one and you scream and plead for me to spare your life until your last dying breath. INCREDIBLE!!!

Are you listening to me granola bar face? Hey revolving door at the sex-addict 12 step center ass, you listening? You paying attention? Are you in a ink jet cleaner coma?

Oh but wait, that's too good for you, you over-priced doormat, you oblivious slime-tit. I think instead I'll string you along for a Hell-ish eternity. Hope you bought your ticket for the fucking merry-go-round. Remember all rides at this carnival go in a loop! I'm just getting started. How will I start? Here's a small sample: I'll sneak into your apartment via your fire escape in the middle of the night to say high, I'll divide your friends and laugh while I'm doing it, then you'll get blamed, I'll leave things of mine at your apartment and then call you the next day to get them just so I can get to you, I'll go downstairs to get your friends a can of Diet Coke and instead buy them a bottle of regular Pepsi just to say "fuck you" in an indefinable way, me guilty? Never! I'll get arrested, I'll pass counterfeit money, I'll sleep in trash bins but work doors at model parties, I'll do spontaneous runway shows at Chelsea bars with people's borrowed $20,000 D&G leather coats and then walk out of the bar and hail a taxi as part of the performance to uproars of applause from the patrons (then I'll get in the cab, leave and never come back), I'll get arrested again and again and again and always get out of it by calling you for help and manipulating you because you're so easy, I'll get blackballed from every club in town but will still weasel my way in because I know you, I will use your name like a battering ram, I'll sleep in homeless shelters in the latest fashionista A-list garments and inhabit jail cells in one-of-a-kind Imitation Of Christ outfits, I'll shit all over myself at 7am at Sound Factory and then rub it all over everyone on the dance floor while screaming for help like Carrie in a drama-queen-to-the-power-of-1,000,000,000 because of too many drugs, get kicked out forever, sue the owners, be laughed at by everyone for years because of it, then tell everyone I am YOUR BEST FRIEND, I'll wave to you in the streets from limos paid for by rich German men that are just one of a long line of rich gay men that I have tricked into my weird world and you will wave back in helpless pity, I will trick european tourists out of money at the Monster by promising to go across the street to Stonewall and buy them coke, then I'll spend the money for myself as I lure another freaky chink John to the West Side Club for a night of poppers, blow jobs and wallet stealing, then I'll weasel my way back into ALL THREE establishments again and again by using YOUR NAME again and again and again, I'll have a police record but be treated like pure white gold at Kate Moss' birthday party and be asked to be photographed by Christopher Makos over you because you couldn't make it because you're at the pig house answering questions about how you could possibly know me and are you an accomplice. Remeber the time the pigs showed up at CK's loft to arrest me and I prevented him from talking you up? It was my night, my light, once again Gregory. I'll weasel my way onto J.P.G. runway shows and model the best clothes and steal the show while the photographer's flashes explode and laugh, LAUGH at you as you watch from the sidelines because you, only you know how evil I can be and that I never ever get caught and I will always win, I'll be hated all over this metropolis, 86'd from every realm of this great city and all it's highest, most fabulous highs and heights, yet I will still get my way because you don't have the guts to tell me no. Dance Gregory, dance. Faster! Faster! Tell everyone in hushed tones that you are MY BEST FRIEND while they look on in pity at you, YOU the overpriced DOORMAT. I'll ruin you in the most unimaginable and profound ways possible, ways that only God and Satan and Buddha and Allah combine know. I am a superpower, I am death. You will not be able to get rid of me because of my millions of tentacles that are locked deep inside your subconscious, I'll come to where you work and have  you trapped behind the bar while I talk you up and down up and down up and down, love you hate you love you hate you, ignore you not ignore you ignore you not ignore you over and over and over like a grating house music remix, then, while you watch helpless from behind the bar, I'll steal from the coat check tip jar and start endless fights with everyone there and then drink for free since the manager feels sorry for me and then fuck the owner of the place on the bar as you wipe the floor below us at 5am, I'll laugh at you while I do this Gregory, I am superior to you and I always get my way, you know this. I'll call you and tell you in an overzealous fashion that we are no longer friends because I hate you, then I'll call back the next day crying and apologizing, hate you love you hate you love you back and forth and back and forth watch the gold Tiffany's watch on the chain sway (that I mopped) Gregory, hypnotize, hypnotize, hypnotize Gregory. Dance for me. I'll work as a perfume sprayer at Bloomingdales and scam the manager out of 6 months advance pay and then vanish and get a job at the very same place a year later by using YOUR NAME. I'll scam old men in Harlem to let me stay with them and then stay long enough to take them to housing court when they try to kick me out for running a meth lab and Gucci handbag knock-off sweatshop in their living room, and all the while EVERYONE will know me as YOUR BEST FRIEND, I'll do too many cycles of steroids so I can look good at a circuit party and then call you in the middle of the night, fevered, vomiting and freaked out and NEEDING NEEDING NEEDING your help and attention while I KNEAD KNEAD KNEAD your self respect into a flat, thin layer of cookie dough and then carve out little cookie shapes from it, bake them with a crack pipe and devour them at will. Were they delicious? They were OK. On to the next paradise to you. I'll string you along with endless drama and a whirlpool of mind tripping, manipulative, weird favors and be the embarrassment of New York City and people will still know me as YOUR BEST FRIEND because you are to wimpy to do the thing you know you have to make me hate you: make me truly hate you and believe that any energy I put towards you will only contribute to your bad energy. You will not have the energy to do this or the brains to figure it out. I've got my giant, dripping womb open, warm and pulsating for you to step into Gregory, it's waiting for you my love, I have a sewing needle in one hand and a surgical thread in the other, a Gucci floor length jacket on and leather pants, devil horns and Italian shoes that are all stolen. I'm as tall as the World Trade Center Towers. Come to me Gregory, come inside Mommy's giant womb and live forever, I need you for my power, Mommy's womb NEEDS you KNEADS you, come to the womb... come to Mommy. Come to Mommy Gregory. Come to sweet, loving, needy Mommy. Come to Mommy. Suckle my Hermes-swathed, nigger tit.
 

 

Subject: 12/31/01 Mark's New Year's Eve radio show with Guillaume, 7-9PM EST
Date:  January 02, 2002 03:36 AM
From:  GregoryNYC <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com
To:  "Mark Allen" <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>

We are lucky that the friction caused by the Frenchman's cock against the boil and gas-ridden combustionable interior of MarkAllenCam.com's anal wall did not ignite the rancid and lethal gas that makes its home there. You see - this - along with the putrified mass of vegetables... lube.... anally inserted crystal methadone...Tupperware...undigested doses of prozac and ridilin... valvoline oil (more bang for your buck and cheaper in the long run than Eros lube - perfect for cheap-o's)....toxic, uncleaned and intestinally clog causing feces (due to lack of anal hygene)...HIGHLY FLAMMABLE dried Crazy Glue used to hold the loose, torn anus together between bowel movements to prevent leakage...HIGHLY FLAMMABLE paint used as cover-up to try to hide the external sores in the anal region (theatrical make-up doesn't do the trick)...HIGHLY FLAMMABLE Sambuca liqueur used as a numbing ointment for anything over 9 inches.....not to mention fermentation caused by compost pile-like yeast infections in the lower digestive tract caused by MA's cheap-o system of only defacating every other day to save on the cost of toilet paper...stored, toxic emotional issues....pork chop bones...MSG from cheap shitty chinese food...cologne bottles (still filled with flammable designer fragrance) that he stole from ME...mounds of hazardous amyl nitrate tinged semen...(PLEASE>>>>"The Jar" had nothing on what's been brewing all up in that septic tank hole of his) - this could have all ingited in an anal explosion of UNSPEAKABLE MAGNITUDE. Guillaume needs to be thankful that his life was spared the other night...

Yes....Mark Allen not only risks his own life, but the innocent lives of MANY others, everytime he engages himself sexually. As well as being a disease sprinkler, he lies and manipulates those who decide to take a ride over his anal bridge of sorrow...all this for his own selfish pleasure. COMPLETE AND UTTER DISREGARD FOR OTHERS. Lurking behind MAC.com's vaseline smudged and perfectly lit exterior lies a beast. Unleashed on the lower east side in NYC, this monster is bad enough...but left to roam the USA on a "road trip" we are talking potential DESTRUCTION AND DISINTEGRATION OF HUMAN LIVES AS WELL AS HUMAN SPIRIT.

Mark Allen: RECTAL TYPHOID MARY OF THE NEW MILLENIUM. BEWARE. BE SCARED. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY: IF YOU SMELL SMOKE WHILE MERCELESSLY ROBBING HIS MANHOOD ANALLY, STOP IMMEDIATELY AND CALL FIRE DEPT!!!
 
 
 

Subject: 12/31/01 Mark's New Year's Eve radio show with Guillaume, 7-9PM EST
Date:  January 02, 2002 08:09 PM
From: Mark Allen <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>
To: "GregoryNYC" <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com>

Gregory, my coming response with be the polar opposite, the photographic negative of The Rapture. The four horsemen will ride backwards and upside down. The horn will be a Jew's Harp instead. The evildoers will be lifted into God's arms for an eternity of bliss and God's chosen will wander the earth in disease, famine and death. The dead will rise and walk on the ceiling. It will be the opposite of everything good and pure, everything that should be. It will be black sunshine. It will be AIDS times 1,000,000,000. It will be rape times 1,000,000,000,000. It will be Sartre's "No Exit" times infinity. It will be a million unexamined lifetimes inside the pain amplifier from "Dune". It will make "Mein Kampf" look like Charles Schultz. It will be the biggest dick you wish you never had. It will be an enormous avalanche of feces so rancid, so putrid, so vile... the collected feces of a thousand diseased lives... a river of steaming shit the size of 10 million universe and their parallels. It will rain down on YOU and YOU only - the source and eventual home of all evil... you. And I will make that river of a thousand diseased lives worth of feces flow THROUGH you Gregory, chunk by chunk, ounce by ounce, bit by bit... as I make you eat every single drop with the silver, jewel encrusted coke spoon that you keep chained to your soul.

Don't prick your thumb...
 
 

Subject: 12/31/01 Mark's New Year's Eve radio show with Guillaume, 7-9PM EST
Date:  January 03, 2002 07:37 PM
From:  GregoryNYC <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com
To:  "Mark Allen" <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>

Impressive. And as for MY response, Mark, I'll just stick to the basics:

          *picture*

Bon Appetit!
 
 
 

Subject: 12/31/01 Mark's New Year's Eve radio show with Guillaume, 7-9PM EST
Date:  January 06, 2002 02:58 PM
From: Mark Allen <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>
To: "GregoryNYC" <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com>

Gregory you have rendered me speachless and cancelled the ant-reverse-Rapture. Although I think you cheated by not using words, the effect was grand nevertheless. You win... this round.

Later!
Mark

ps. Want to rent some movies tonight?

 

Subject: 12/31/01 Mark's New Year's Eve radio show with Guillaume, 7-9PM EST
Date:  January 06, 2002 07:58 PM
From:  GregoryNYC <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com
To:  "Mark Allen" <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>

Yes. I'm vocalizing now. Come over at 11?
 
 

Subject: 12/31/01 Mark's New Year's Eve radio show with Guillaume, 7-9PM EST
Date:  January 06, 2002 08:32 PM
From: Mark Allen <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>
To: "GregoryNYC" <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com>

OK great see you then. Let's order food when I get there.

Later!
Mark

 
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Subject: a message
Date:  Sun, 21 Oct 2001 17:14:58 -0400
From:  Johnny Feelings
To:  "Mark Allen" <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>

Some words for thought MarkAllen,

I hope and pray that people like you go away. I hope you do not think that you can do some childish parody of the September 11 events on your webpage. This is not a time for your irreverent and cruel take on things. You can't make fun of this. In a sense your webpage is over now. How can you talk about people's remains being in the ashes of the WTC rubble, "snowing" down on people. What an ass you are Mark. There are many children that do not have mommies and daddies anymore to come home  because of this tragedy to our country. Not to mention the very heroic efforts of the brave men of the fire fighting teams from all over this great country. MarkAllen. Are you one of them? If you hold one of your dumass comments about the events up to the souls of the brave firemen and policemen which light will shine brightest? I hope Mayor Guliani wipes sarcastic artists like you out of New York and the world for good. No more snotnosed sarcasm and ironic oh so intellectual comments are needed here anymore-Goodbye! In a sense your webpage is over now. Your kind are no longer needed in The United States of America. "ART??" Don't ask normal good people to pay for your "ART" Mr. Allen. LONG LIVE THE NEW PATRIOTISM! God bless America! Wise up Mr.Allen.

Sincerely,
Johnny Feelings
 
 

Dear Johnny,

Did you know there is an almost identical letter to yours in the volume 8, number 8 issue of Vice magazine?

Later!
Mark

 

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Subject: PICTURE
Date:  Tue, 16 Oct 2001 06:08:11 -0400
From:  Daffron
To:  "Mark Allen" <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>

I HAVE TO KNOW WHO SHOWED YOU MY PICTURE.  Please
 
 

Subject:  [Fwd: PICTURE]
Date:  Tue, 16 Oct 2001 12:55:09 -0400
From:  Mark Allen <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>
To:   Gregory <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com>

Daffronwrote:

> I HAVE TO KNOW WHO SHOWED YOU MY PICTURE.  Please.
 
 

Subject:  Re: [Fwd: PICTURE]
Date:  Tue, 16 Oct 2001 13:12:11 -0400
From:  "gregoryvincent@mindspring.com" <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com>
To:  Mark Allen <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>
References:  1

I would tell him that Sammy said that Daffron sent him a photo of himself,
and our curiosity was aroused.  I would the go on to lie even more and
say that Sammy checked his mail from my house (where we were all
gathered) and showed us the photo there.  Then you should ask him to get
together with us sometime - like for the light/death show, for instance.

Or you could TOTALLY lie and say that Vernon sent it to you.

Mark Allen wrote:

> Daffronwrote:
>
> > I HAVE TO KNOW WHO SHOWED YOU MY PICTURE.  Please.
 
 

Subject: Re: PICTURE
Date:  Tue, 16 Oct 2001 13:23:57 -0400
From:  Mark Allen <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>
To:  Daffron
References: 1

Hi Daffron!

Sammy checked his email from Greg's and I was there and we all saw it.
Thanks for the "how many listeners" update every week - it helps!

Later!
Mark

Daffronwrote:

> I HAVE TO KNOW WHO SHOWED YOU MY PICTURE.  Please.
 
 

Subject:  Re: PICTURE
Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2001 13:22:38 -0400
From:  Daffron
To:  "Mark Allen" <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>
References: 1 , 2

Thanks for your reply!  Thanks for not saying something nasty about it, on the air!!
 
 

Subject: "By the pricking of my thumb..."
Date:  Wed, 17 Oct 2001 03:01:55 -0400
From: Mark Allen <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>
To: Sammy <sammy6222@aol.com>, Gregory <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com>

Dear Sammy and Gregory,

Oh great!

I just listened to the messages that had accumulated on my machine throughout the day. Thank God I did before erasing them. There was a message from SAMMY that was left at some point after I called him that I had somehow missed. I had missed when he called.

He was VERY angry and was VERY upset at Gregory and me for "messing things up". The tone in his voice was VERY HOSTILE and he just hung up after "scolding" me without saying good bye. I'm glad I didn't miss it.

At first I was like "Oops - better call Sammy and apologize for messing things up!" Then I stopped - You know this is REALLY rich and, from just stepping back a mere few millimeters I have to LAUGH.

We "messed things up"???

And I love how Gregory said to me the night of the radio show "Mark I JUST KNEW it was going to be trouble when you said that on your show!" When I said what? "Daffron we saw your picture it looked nice"??? Then Daffron IMMEDIATELY sent all these manipulative emails to everyone to try and figure out what exactly happened???  Including an intentionally FAKE "friendly" email to me to try and milk me "quick" for information before I had time to think (he knew a suspicious or angry-toned one would make me halt and consult everyone before answering. Well duh.) "Wow!" I thought, Daffron is being normal and cool! I'll write him back. Think again... Then Daffron "punished" Sammy, armed with that information??? Think about it. REALLY think about it.

Yes I lied to Daffron in the email. But only because HE MADE ME HAVE TO!!! All of Gregory and me's sincere attempts to be nice to him have been met with schizophrenic, negative, delusional... and now I see MANIPULATIVE behavior. We like him!!! We are CONSTANTLY scratching our heads at his nonsensical behavior! YOU HAVE TO WALK ON EGG SHELLS AROUND THE GUY!!! Now I see why - he gets off on it.

How would a normal, smart, well adjusted person act in this situation if someone else saw a normal picture of them in an email? They would maybe say "What did you think?" or say "Oh my God you saw my picture I'm so embarrassed!" and laugh or whatever. It's no big deal. Really! I complimented Daffron about his photo! He looked like a nice guy!!! But his schizophrenic, negative, delusional behavior in the past has now made me, and you two NOT act like the normal, smart, well adjusted people we are (hey it's all relative!) and lie and watch what we say so he doesn't have a breakdown oh he's so sensitive blah blah blah bull bull bull... This is POISON BULLSHIT!!!! And the source of the shit is flowing out of one sewer who name is... give up? Daffron. You know what they say about one bad apple...

Now the three of us are all pointing fingers and chuckling behind our breath and yelling at each other on our phone machines and making fey apologies - taking weird, awkward sides of the argument.

Oh, and the three of us should be sure and wear bibs while we are sitting down at Daffron's table eating our poison shit sandwiches. Is he eating too? No... just watching. Are we behaving correctly according to his rules of conduct? Be sure to ask permission and say please before asking him for shit seconds, after all it just "proper etiquette" he says. Speak louder and say please!!! How did we all get here at this awful dinner party? We all got invitations you say? Well then why didn't we just say "No"? Oh that's right, we didn't think that would be "polite" to turn down his invitation - at least that is what he said. Now sit up straight! Straighter!!! Be sure to eat in small, proper bites so you don't CHOKE guys.

I wonder what his motivation is to get three gorgeous, gay, wild, young(ish) NYC guys to get all worked up about him? Hmmmm... why? Hmmmmm (scratching my head) hmmmmmmm...

Aren't the three of us sad?   No?    Interact with Daffron a little while longer and we will be. That is if Daffron "allows" us to. If we get his permission.

Sir.

Sorry guys, I'm too busy living my life and enjoying most of it to WASTE time "watching myself" around someone because they are "really sensitive". It would be one thing if Daffron was not aware of his condition and they way he manipulates people into seeing things and doing things his way. But that one thing becomes clear when you realize: he is aware.

Trust me. As long as Daffron has someone to take him to the next level (Sammy) HE WILL GET HIS WAY!!! Don't fool yourself Sammy - you are being worked. TRUST ME. I'm telling you this as a friend - and I mean it.

YOU ARE BEING PLAYED. THIS GUY IS TROUBLE AND HE IS DECEIVING YOU. PLEASE BELIEVE ME.

This is just SCRATCHING THE SURFACE of what Daffron will cause.

As long as Daffron has people to "work" and be "nice" to him and his "special condition" he will continue in his unstable mental state and NEVER receive the help he needs. He needs PROFESSIONAL HELP!!! IN ADDITION TO ANY HE MIGHT BE RECEIVING NOW!!! Sammy, I know you mean well but I am telling you this now: Your relations with Daffron will end in tears, regret and embarrassment. Of this I am ABSOLUTELY SURE SAMMY. Please believe me.

Daffron will continue his behavior as long as people simultaneously make fun of him, while others coddle him and treat him with kid gloves. He LOVES it! The day Daffron truly seeks some positive, constructive help and hopefully becomes a happier person? I will tell when that day will be. That day will be the day AFTER everyone he knows tells him off in no uncertain terms what is wrong with his fucked up crap and doesn't apologize and then tells him sincerely that they are walking away from him forever and then they all TRULY ignore him. With no exceptions and no winks.

The day after that happens will be the day Daffron gets better and makes a positive step up.

When no one comes back to him he will realize they are serious. He will be literally unhappy and he will seek help to change the behavior that caused that unhappiness.

As long as he has someone coming back to him and lovingly telling him what he does wrong with one hand while stroking his hair and saying "It's OK don't cry" with the other (he attracts them like magnets - he has subconsciously learned to!) he will continue to do crap like this to people and make everyone surrounding him unhappy. Why should he stop? He's content! He's got an emotional doormat to play with! A shiny new one! Ohhh look at it! Daffron is having fun! Wheeee! Oh boo hoo I'm so sad!!! Wheeeee! Look at people paying attention to me!!! I'm special!!! I cause them harm in their lives but that's OK because they are not me!!!! Wheeee! Look I have a new plaything!!!!!!!!! Wheeeeeeee!!!!!!

Looks like you won the fucking lottery Sammy. Lucky you.

Sammy, be sure to stop by the carousel and ferris wheel while you are at the Daffron carnival. All the rides at this carnival go in a LOOP or a CIRCLE.

Oh and Sammy, don't buy any souvenirs while you are there - trust me: you won't want to remember the visit. I should know, I have some of those kind of souvenirs in my closet. Hidden.

LOOK Sammy, REALLY LOOK and THINK about how Daffron made you leave that mean message on my phone machine today Sammy. I'm SERIOUS. THINK about it.

Daffron harmless? Maybe. Sort of. Kinda. Ce la vie right? Whatever right? Mmm-hmmm... yea sweet, it's all good. Unh-huh. Daffron's "harmlessness" is only going to cause sad harm to YOU - make NO DOUBT about it Sammy. Even in your foggiest state. Trust me.

What a rancid, sour, garbage bag full or runny, rotting old-man feces in the corner of an abandoned, forgotten, falling-apart building this whole situation is.

Have all of us graduated from nursery school? The playground?

This is all so sick and sad and gross and stupid... I just have to speak up to prevent it from happening again to people I love.

I just flushed someone like this out of my life you guys - his name was ________________. He's made of different ingredients but it's basically the same simple recipe.

Did you two know that Daffron is one of some 3,000,000,000 people in the world that you can get to know? All with completely different personalities? 3,000,000,000! 3,000,000,000 different worlds to experience! Oh but forget about all those different fantastic, enriching experiences! Let's let this sad sack Daffron guy jerk us around with his unstable, paranoid behavior and emotional pit of despair that causes him to have to "work" people for attention rather that seek some pro help! Let's all suck in our guts so we cab s-q-u-e-e-z-e into his narrow world view. It's so fun! I love being manipulated! Isn't this fun? Why choose beautiful life when death is so fun?!?! Wheeeeeeeeeee! Death!!!!

I thought Daffron sounded like a real interesting character until I took a good look at what transpired last night and today. This stunt he pulled today showed his true colors. What an ass. I hate him for jerking me around. That sick behavior is not to be tolerated in my book. On any level. Don't laugh - I'm serious.

Daffron sounds like a boring, pointlessly frustrating, go-nowhere ANTI-PARTY full of nothing that is interesting on any level, and that you don't tell anyone you went to because you are so embarrassed. This is coupled with the humiliation of being manipulated.  PLEASE don't invite me to this party. Please. I don't want to go and I don't want to hear about it afterward.

I'm about to go on a road trip and get away from NYC and (hopefully) some of the sad, pointless, mean, depressing, regrettable people I have gotten to know (trust me - they are a small minority in my life, and everyone has them - but it's a small minority I regret). Daffron has ALL *A*L*L* the warning signs of that minority. I'm not exaggerating. He does. How SMALL and POINTLESS Daffron and his kind look from my perspective out here on the road! How puny and pointless! Like a speck of grit! WOW!! LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL OUT HERE!!!! Look at the sun!!! Feel the breeze! Wow look at the ENDLESS OPEN ROAD and all it holds!!!!!!!!!

Life is wonderful!!!!

Sincerely (and with all due respect),
Mark
 
 

Subject:  you should
Date:  Wed, 17 Oct 2001 03:35:18 -0400
From:  "gregoryvincent@mindspring.com" <gregoryvincent@mindspring.com>
To:  Mark Allen <Logan5@ix.netcom.com>

you should post that email on the SSL message board!  I just read it
again and it's really great...you covered everything.  Or maybe you
should just send it to him and visualize the plane hitting  WTC Tower 2
as he receives the email!
 
 

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Subject:  question
Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2001 11:54:16 -0400
From: "Don Wonderly"
To: "MarkAllen \(E-mail\)" <logan5@ix.netcom.com>

Hi Mark

I have a question for you..

I have a friend that was recently diagnosis with testicular cancer. I think they caught it early.

I've never really thought much about it. I know that you went through it. I know that you had a testical  removed and that's what happened to my friend. I was wondering what it looked like feels like. I can't ask my friend, well I probably could but I don't want to cause him any more grief.

I'm assuming they put something in when they take the testical out. Would it be possible to see a picture of your testicals ?

I know everybody wants to see you nude and I'd love to see you nude too, but that's not what I'm asking.

I don't even need to see you cock just your balls. Or perhaps you know of a sight on the internet that would show a picture of it.

Sorry I'm not trying to make you feel like a piece of meat  (actually I'd like to feel your piece of meat :-)  )

Don Wonderly

Dear Don,

Well I can do better than a photo! I just got off the phone with my oncologist at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center - and guess what? They STILL have the rancid, cancerous, tumour-ridden testicle that they pulled out of me in 1995! Yep! And I am donating it to you! Hey - don't say I never did anything for you!

I'm sending it to you in a sealed baggie via Fed Ex. Enjoy!

Hope you get off!!!

Sincerely,
Mark Allen

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Subject: HELP ME PLEASE...SAVE HARLIE
Date:  Wed, 25 Jul 2001 09:11:14 -0700 (PDT)
From:  Harlie Joseph
To: Logan5@ix.netcom.com

Dear Mark,

This is a confesssion because I need your help.  Harlie Joe on your message board does not exist.  I am actually "ODA or Oda Mae Brown" from a while back.  But, of course, Oda doesn't exist either.  Actually, I have never revealed my true identity on your board.

I am a professional writer.  When I have a block, or need a break, I come on your board and write the ongoing saga of Harlie, my current character.  It's a wonderful writer's exercise for creating and developing a character, ploting a life, etc.

I have my reasons for not wanting to reveal my true identity, which I will share with you at a later time. But right now, I need your help in SAVING Harlie.  I'm not finished writing him, and his adventures.  VeraCharles has now cast doubt on Harlie's existence.  But Mark, if you posted an endorsement of Harlie on your board; saying that you in fact have met me, or something, anything to restore Harlie's redibility....Mark, I would be EVER so grateful.  I still have your mailing address and I will send you something very special as a thank you.

Whether as an ACTOR or a WRITER, how well me convince our audience is determined how well we can LIE.  Please help me keep Harlie's lie alive.  I can't tell you how much being able to create him and develope his story, a writing workout, has helped me keep my juices flowing as a writer.

Don't make me beg Mark!  But I will........By the way, Oda says hello!!!!!

Cheers!
Harlie Joe, Oda, and JFB(clue)

Dear Sybil,

Uh...

Sincerely,
Mark Allen
 
 

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Subject: YOU UNBELIVABLY ASSHOLIC SEXIST
Date:  Wed, 15 Nov 2000 14:12:43
From:  Stanley Gribbenz
To: <markallen> logan5@ix.netcom.com

AGAIN---SOMETHING THAT IS SO SO INCOMPREHENSIBLE I HAVE TO COMMENT....

ONE OF YOUR RECENT POSTS "CLAIMED" YOUR 64 BYTES OF WEB FLUFF WAS SUPERCEDED BY A PACK OF GIRLS... ONCE YOU MIRACULOUSLY "REGAINED" CONTROL OF THIS ON-LINE JOKE YOU WERE RELIEDVED THAT THE MALE SPECIES PREVAILED....

YOU GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING SEXIEST/EXTREMIST....HOW DARE YOU DECLARE SOME ON'LINE GENOCIDE TOWARD THE WOMEN OF THE WORLD. I HAVE NEW FOR YOU DORKALLEN, YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE OF A WOMAN...YOU ARE NOT SOME FABULOUS SEX STAR THAT WAS RIPPED FROM THE PAGES OF HONCHO MAGAZINE C.1977. I DO UNDERTAND THAT YOUR QUASI-SENSATIONALIZED TEXAS UPBRINGING WAS CHOCK-FULL OF SOME RAW "REALITY", BUT I AM SURE ON DAY YOU WERE TAUGHT THAT BABIES COME OUT A WOMAN'S COCK AND NOT FROM GAY MEN RUBBING THEIR DICKS TOGETHER AND HOPING THAT THEIR RACE OF SUPER-MALES WOULD PREVAIL.....YOU'RE COMMENTS, IN FACT EVERYONE OF YOU FUCKING MISGUIUDED FAG'S COMMENTS, REAK SO HEAVILY OF A HITLER INSPIRED MASTER SEX THAT I HOPE ONE DAY A REAL TOUGH DYKE BUSTS YOUR COLLECTIVE FACES IN SO HARD YOU'LL BE ABLE TO EAT YOUR OWN INFECTED ASSHOLES OUT.

MARKALLLEN...CONSIDER THIS A WARNING. I KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT YOU. I KNOW YOU PHONE NUMBER AND I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE. I KNOW WHERE YOU HANG OUT, AND I KNWO WHICH MOVIES YOU WILL BE SCREENING THIS WEEKEND AT THE MIXMAG GAY AND LESBIAN FILM FESTIVAL....I ADVISE YOU COME WITH A LARGE ENTOURAGE BECAUSE YOU WILL NOT, I REPEAT, YOU WILL NOT WANT TO FACE ME IN A DARK ALLEY OR IN THE BACK ROOM OF THE COCK OR FC29, BECAUSE YOUR WEB-CAM WILL BE MUCH LESS OF A SUCCESS AFTER I GET DONE WITH YOU.

HAVE A GREAT WEDNESDAY.

STANLEY GRIBBENZ

Dear Stanley,

Oh Stanley you're such a NUT!

Sincerely,
Mark Allen
 
 

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