Less then Zero

The Blood Runs Like a River Through My Dreams

WASTED AGAIN

Now I don't hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover

Ah
Well if she come walkin' over
Now I been waitin' to show her
Crimson and clover
Over and over

Yeah
My mind's such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover
Over and over

Crimson and clover, over and over

The Golden Bough

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“How about a game?” I asked. He was amused. I grabbed the white pieces, not even giving him the chance to draw for color — what the hell, he was Bobby Fischer — and played a Queen’s Gambit. It was the best game I ever have played. I held out for about 30 moves, and when I resigned, it was with flags flying and bands playing “The Stars and Stripes Forever.” I went down with honors. The game took about 15 minutes, of which 14 were mine. He would move instantly, with a bored look on his face.

“Know what was interesting about this game?” he asked. No, I didn’t. “Up to the 19th move, it was an exact duplicate of a game I played against Mecking in Brazil nine years ago. You and Mecking both played the same 19th move, and it looks natural, but it loses in all variations. Let me show you.”

Fischer swept the board clean, instantly set up the complicated 19th-move position and showed me six variations in a row proving why White must lose.

Chess on its highest levels, as Bobby Fischer said many years back, is a form of psychic murder. He put it in a characteristic Fischer expression: “I like to see ‘em squirm.”

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Mexican Overdrive

I am God