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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 16 MAR 85 *********************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 ************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 ************************************************************
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19
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20 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/]
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21 He smiled a smug smile to himself. Just dropping in to visit and he finds a
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22 place set for him.
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23 [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] [/] THE TIN MAN, AT THE TOP [/]
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24 Close this time, oh so close. -=+=-MF-=+=-\
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25 Hello from Zudo
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26
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27 I think, therefore I am.
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28 think I'm a genius, therefore...
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29 *********************
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*
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30 t's OK to shoot from the hip...
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31 make sure
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32 're standing point blank.
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33 ********************
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34 OK to talk to yourself...
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35 so to listen...
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36 if you start saying, "Huh,"
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37 the answers, you've got a problem.
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38 ***********************
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39 isn't necessary to patch all the holes in the ship in a storm...
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40 Just don't miss any below the waterline.
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41 ************************
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42 t's OK to ask for the moon...
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43 Just don't settle for a one-way ticket.
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44 **********************
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45 IOff you like that, try the following
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46
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47 ^_+^++++^++++++++
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48 DECEMBER 1984
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49 +++++++++++++
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50 ***********************************************************************
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51 ********************************************************************************
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52 is Love? Lately I've been much preoccupied with it. Books abound on the sbetf
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53 Sorry, folks--my word processor threw in a few codes this BBS can't handle.
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54 I'll try again later. ---Zudo
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55
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56 bye
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57 off
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58 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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59 Tsilb: How did you come by such a name? My welcome is actually to anyone,
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60 even if they don't have those characters somewhere in their border. However,
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61 I was addressing that welcome to the person who had previously asked for
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62 one. The person was one with that border. Nevertheless, at the time it was
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63 addressed to one person, now I extend it to anyone. Either way, you are
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64 included. -Tanya
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65 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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66 ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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67
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68 tilean smiled as he rounded the bend... the last curve on the long walk from
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69 school and to his home... the last glimpse of all the greenery... at least the
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70 greenery set aside from the building of the house...
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71
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72 the spires of his father's dream were coming into form... the dreams his own
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73 father sweated over... they were becoming realizations... and tilean was proud
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74 of his father... and himself... for having a father like that...
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75
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76 he skipped up over the curb... bounded accross the dubious lawn... and tried
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77 to open the front door... assuming the look of those trying to listen to a tiny
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78 sound... the look of concentration... with a glimmer of hope in the odd grimace
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79 assumed...
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80
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81 the door opened... and swung freely... without noise... tilean bounded inside
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82 and looked around... one of the more professional members of the household was
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83 sharpening some knives... and loudly proclaimed his presense...
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84
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85 "the door works... did you know..." said tilean... queried and bid...
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86 "yes..." the gardener's hoarse voice creaked "i fixed it mahself..."
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87 "oh... that's great... anything else work now..." said tilean... only now
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88 beginning to question if things really might be shaping up...
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89 with this... the gardener took tilean... and gave him an extended tour of
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90 the household... and almost all of it looked as if it might work... some of it
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91 even did... some of it might have... never could be sure...
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92
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93 tilean lifted each foot over the other... flying up the stairwell... the
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94 slender metal curves of it betrayed the welding... welding done by his father
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95 with his own hand...
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96
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97 i opened my bedroom door... and looked inside... the room was as i left it...
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98 cluttered with all manner of notes and pages... fifty books lie in stacks on
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99 the carpeted floor... some of them not even opened yet...
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100
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101 as i left it... father said he might do some things in here... i guess he
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102 didn't get around to it... oh well... tilean sat at the side of his bed...
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103 and faced an ominous looking console and screen... timidly turning the key
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104 which started the system...
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105
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106 after two minutes of the computer checking itself... the screen blared into
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107 life... blazing phosphor letters of all shapes and distinction... and soon the
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108 jumbled mess calmed into a single prompt... and tilean keyed the right word...
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109
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110 the screen said it was dialing... and i waited for it to go through the check
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111 list of systems i called... to download all the messages... that i might read
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112 all of them soon... backwater was first... and i did indeed care for it...
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113
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114 although i deigned never to frighten them of me... and always to rival the
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115 best of the stories... all of this was done with a spirit of patterning myself
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116 on the best qualities in others... and from what i was hearing... it was now
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117 beginning to work...
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118
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119 even spelling... which the nefarious l'homme checked constantly... everyone
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120 seemed to like tilean now... and in fact... they triied to deny what fun they
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121 had all had... in insulting who they thought was a twit... but was a younger
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122 tilean...
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123
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124 promethean tilean... may all of you weather the storms... whatever they are
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125 or who they might be...
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126
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127 ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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128
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129 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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130 -+- It seemed to be that storms were brewing, and they were being -+-
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131 -+-weathered by those that took the precautions that would provide for -+-
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132 -+-anescape. So many people... So many avenues... So many altered-+-
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133 -+-forms of being able to apply one's self. Although attempting to -+-
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134 -+-stand still in the myriad of the daily events, this one could not -+-
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135 -+-come to understand that all things must come to an end. A part of -+-
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136 -+-this one just gazed out at the auburn sky as the sunset grew into -+-
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137 -+-the darker shades of the night... the shades that were this one. -+-
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138 -+- As a seperate part of this one made itself move into the direction-+-
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139 -+-that was coming soon to be, he realized just what it was that he was -+-
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140 -+-becoming. "I'm living out of boxes! I'm becoming another 'Man in a -+-
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141 -+-Suitcase! Where am I going to end up if I keep this up?" he thought,-+-
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142 -+-the words flowing from his lips silently as they formed within his -+-
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143 -+-mind. The options seemed to be just a shade of gray in his future.-+-
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144 -+- "I suppose that living out of boxes wouldn't be all that bad..." -+-
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145 -+-he said with a painted smile as he packed the odds and ends that lay -+-
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146 -+-about his bed into just two spare boxes. "Moving doesn't have to be -+-
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147 -+-such a lonely time. I mean, if I just stay in a box, there'll be no -+-
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148 -+-for all this unneeded packing and unpacking..." He'd like to believe-+-
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149 -+-what it was that he had just said. He finished placing some of the -+-
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150 -+-last of loose posessions into one of the boxes. Then his thoughts -+-
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151 -+-went back to just how much he didn't want to move- move into a house -+-
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152 -+-that wouldn't be in any way a part of him no matter what he did. -+-
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153 -+- Another thought went through his mind, an odd thought that made -+-
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154 -+-feel that his existance was only a test, a very disconnected thought.-+-
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155 -+- "At least I've got friends don't I? Sure I've got friends. -+-
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156 -+-Everybody's got friends. Sure I do. Don't I? Yea, I do..." But -+-
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157 -+-the thought of it all being a test kept haunting him. "But what -+-
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158 -+-about the friends I've sucked in? That one seems to be ruining it's -+-
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159 -+-own life just by knowing me, being with me. All those tremendous -+-
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160 -+-created just so that one person could hide it's friendship with me, -+--
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161 -+-just so that none of it's friends will know that it knows me..." -+-
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162 -+- He then considered remaining the dark figure it was, and just -+_-
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163 -+-staying in hiding in the dark, back rooms. "At least when I am alone-+-
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164 -+-I won't be able to hurt anyone, noone will be bothered by me. I'll -+_-
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165 -+-just do what I'm supposed to do, and everyone will be alright. Them -+-
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166 -+-with their friends, the ones that aren't affraid of coming out of -+-
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167 -+-and me all by myself just looking at them enjoying themselves..." -+-
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168 -+- Strange thoughts indeed... -+-
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169 -+- He then threw his clothes across the room in half an attempt to -+-
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170 -+-allow then to land in the box intended for them, not caring anymore -+-
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171 -+-if they landed short of the mark. "Why should I care? I fell short."-+-
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172 -+- He thought awhile longer about the concepts that contained him, -+-
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173 -+-tossing them around in his head as a juggler tosses little tiny bags.-+-
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174 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -JUGGLER- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
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175
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176 -+- -+- That was supposed to be: "tremendous LIES" I missed it. -+-
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177
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178 My friends, to some of you this will not mean anything, others know what
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179 is going on behind the scenes. It is to the latter that I now speak.
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180 Do you of you have suggestions regarding how this outrage may be
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181 dealt with? I await your replies.
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182 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BARD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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183 ps. My thanks to Ian for the help supplied by his organization.
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184 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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185
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186 tilean - welcome back to the land of the living phospher
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187
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188 "still looking for a boarder""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
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189 off
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190 p.s. were you the one who just tied up the line for over an hour? I had
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191 to be woken when the connection was finally made.
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192 """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""
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193 ALL HAIL THE GREAT AND POWERFUL WIZARD OF OZ
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194 ..."Where I come from, there are men who do nothing all day but good
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195 deeds. They are called phila...phila...good deed doers. And they have
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196 no more heart than you. But, they have one thing you haven't got. So...
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197 TIN MAN...By virtue of your unfailing witticisms and encouragement of
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198 others, and your prose and poetry that is by no means unfeeling, but
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199 expressive of those feelings you have not the courage to express in
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200 person, I, therefore, give you this token of our love and appreciation
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201 (hand him a heart with a clock in it).
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202
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203 There. Now I expect to see no more of this "space wasting" hogwash.
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204 We all know the slip that gave you your name was a Freudian one, anyway.
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205 THE GREAT OZ HAS SPOKEN
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206 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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207 isisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisiI'm getting tired.
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208 It was eons, and seconds. The first sensation he had was that of
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209 time. In the last few moments, he had been conversing with crystals, who
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210 spoke with their ever-changing structures. They measured time not in
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211 the dusk to dawn cycle, nor in the flight if season, for these were far
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212 too quick to be noticed by such ancient creatures. They whispered of
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213 cycles of gravity, of eclipses and earthquakes. They spoke in colors
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214 and shapes of all kinds. When the time came, they knew, and bid farewell
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215 to their friend for what they knew would be moments.
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216 He began to sense the beings of decay -- the lichen and fungi.
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217 Thses had proud and powerful ancestors of whom they spoke with awe.
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218 They welcomed him to their plane, speaking rapidly, or so it seemed after
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219 speaking so long with rocks. The lichens laughed at the ancient rocks,
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220 whom they thought old-fashioned and stodgy. He could not stay long, as
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221 before, but hastened to his tasks and bid them farewell in their turn.
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222 When he had progressed to the plane of the ephimeral beings, he began
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223 to prepare himself for his sortie. He fashioned a body of the substance
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224 of the dust, even borrowing from the dust of the ephimeral that layed at
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225 rest beside him. She had been a golden haired beauty -- a quick though
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226 faithless diversion for a world weary soul. If he knew then...but he
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227 could not. The flash of memory helped him fashion himself in the likeness
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228 of a man, drawing on those men he remembered. He caused new-made blood
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229 to course through his veins, and remembered what warmth was like. He
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230 soon remembered that he must be able to breathe, and so began to rise
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231 from his long-time bed of clay. The once and future king had returned.
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232
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233 isisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisiisisisisisisisisisisisis
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234 Space, the final frontier
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235
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236 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (marker)
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237 Well, since you called, I got in and logged the entries for you.
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238 Awaiting your instructions... (hee hee hee) "A hunting we will go..."
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239 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the Guardian 75:17:29:00
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240
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241 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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242 You know that the scarecrow really was intelligent. Even though he
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243 ocasionally did some things that appeared dumb. He was the most
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244 intelligent. But, what did he want? A brain. And, there's the lion.
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245 He really was brave. But, wanted courage. Well, I guess the rest is
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246 obvious... -Tanya
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247 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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248 ][ ][] ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][
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249 Ah, my flock..but it seems that not all of you are my sheep..
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250 but no matter, as I am sure that the shepherd that watches over you shall
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251 soon return, and will not object to another shepherding his flock...
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252 Be wary of those poisonous weeds over yonder..
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253 Shepherd..
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254 ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][
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255
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256 Anatschiton: I take that back, I don't know who you are. I've guessed,
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257 but I think it was a mistake. Time will tell I suppose. --->G
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258
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259
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260 nosreporsenosrepersonosrepersonosrepersonosrepersonosrep
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261 Gaurdian: did you catch the very bottem of what usedtowas db?
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262 I found my way to your corner table by the fire.
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263 lazendodnezalazendo
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264 'stay away from the lananarans; at least from the old men' was the first thing
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265 the prim young receptionest in personel had warned him when glomar drilling had
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266 given him a job on Thenalura.
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267 'if you listen to them too much, thair fantasies might start to make sense,
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268 then youll be stuck in the cloud-cookoo land of that mind thing of thairs'
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269 A bunch of half-witted woodland pacifists who sit around contemplating
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270 thair navels, when they arn't raping thair daughters was the way Frank, Lazendo's
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271 boss had put it.
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272 The shafpenz were another matter. Theyh shared the Lananatan aestheticl physical sucinctness,
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273 a large touch of the unexpected and form fallowing function, but not too obvios about it.
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274 Beyond that they were phusiocaly sucinct themselbesl even more than lananatans. Cuddly, qute,
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275 furry - and deadly. While Lananarans were almost universaly pacifists, the shafpenz were
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276 never without thair arm lenth blades, the Snikreshnaka. They had little reluctance to use them either.
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277 Frank would have called the arcitexture of shafpenz town claustriphobic. To +Laz, it had a feel
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278 of coziness.
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279 Lazendo's revery was shattered byh a muffled cry of outrage. in a brick and tile alley angling off
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280 to his left, a pair of human-like lananatans was surrounded by a press of belligerant teddy-bearsl swords drawn.
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281 Thair bappearant leader held one of the Lananarans, an
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282 adolescent female, by the hair, his other paw, attempting to clamp shit her mouth.
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283 For all of 'western' humanities mistrust of lananarans, there was little reluctance to purchase
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284 thair teqnology, whenever and warever possible. No one was permitted to wander unarmed into Vitaroixah,
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285 the Shafpenz town. Lazendo, ignoring conventionali9ty, had choosen to arm himself in the Lananaran manor.
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286 On each wrist he wore an ultrasonic stun projector. As he inconspicously srt them to noirmal power, continous
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287 dutyj, ixuews ro him ro qonswr r rhw culnxvility of
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288 that last line looks like an attack of fat tired fingrs. to be continued later...
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289 lazendodnezalazendoooooooooooooo!!!!!
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290 ******************************************************
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291 above entry: huh? ah ya.. ok too many big words for
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292 a dumb bubble head like me...
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293 ****lurkmode*************kathyd**********************
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294 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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295 Piper: I appreciate your comment. Any words from you are worth savoring.
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296
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297 Tsilb: Thanks. Hmmm... Your style seems vaguely familiar. The name is
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298 not. Please, let us see more.
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299
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300 Pam: Great day for the Irish... eh?
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301 Val
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302 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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303
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304 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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305 The first few moments of the flight were pure exhilaration. True, the
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306 cold air plucked at the piper's kilt, leeching warmth from his body, but the
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307 flow of warmth which soon would have ended with the last trickle from the
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308 piper's frozen body stopping as the last drops of fluid from a breached
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309 reservoir was maintained by the pegasus' body heat. Leaning far over her
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310 neck, the piper sheielded his face from the icy night wind by burying his
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311 face in her mane. His nostrils were filled with the pegasus' scent, speakin
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312 to him in a language older than self-awareness of long golden afternoons and
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313 the bright sunlight over wind-tossed expanses of grass. Warmth poured
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314 into the piper from his mount's exertions as she climbed higher into the
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315 air; warmth that tumbled through his veins, only to be plucked by the wind's
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316 icy chill. It was if, the piper mused, he were a small pool in the vast
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317 current of warmth -- fed from another, and in turn, the source for someone.
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318 A subtle change in the pegasus' exertions told him that she had ceased
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319 climbing. The icy bite of the wind moderated as the pegasus found and
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320 entered into a warmer layer of air. Slowly the piper straightened up and
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321 looked about himself with awe.
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322 They were proceeding up a vast moonlit valley. Enourmous mountain ranges
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323 reared up both to the left and right of their path. The valley floor was
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324 broad beneath them, dotted by small mounds covered with what seemed to be
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325 trees or bushes, silvery in the intense moonlight.
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326 Sailing with her great wings outstreched to capture the lift in every
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327 passing breeze, the pegasus seemed nearly as captivated by the scene as
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328 her rider. Only the slight boil on the surface of objects they passed
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329 could indicate that this wonderland was fabricated from the aerial mists
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330 that the earthbound term clouds.
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331 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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332
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333 XIXIXIXIXIXIXIXXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIX WOULD ANYONE OUT THERE BE KIND ENOUPH TO LIST
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334 UP TO DATE LIST OF LOCAL BBS'S FOR ME,PLEASE, THANK YOU.
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335 T.W.
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336 XIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXXIX
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337
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338 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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339 T.W.: the best way to obtain a list of local bbs's would be to first apply for
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340 a user id on the Bit Bucket(254-xxxx) and after you are registered there, read
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341 it's bbs list. It is one of more up to date ones around...
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342 --------------Mad Max---------------------------------9:23:30-----------------
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343 HELLO I'M A NEW USER AND WOULD LIKE TO NOW MORE ABOUT YOUR GROUP.
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344 HELP
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345
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346
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347 HELLO I WOULD LIKE TKNOW IF THERE IS ANYONE INTERESTED IN COMAL.
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348 Whatever that might be.
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349 New User: Read the drives and watch what the people here do, that is the best
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350 way to learn what goes on... Stick around, I think you will like it.
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351 (*==marker==*)
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352 CONTINUING STORY CONTINUING STORY CONTINUING STORY CONTINUING STORY CONTINUING
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353
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354 The place was a small cabin on the slopes of Mount Hood, about 10
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355 miles South as the crow flies from Timberline Lodge. But more important than
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356 the cabin itself was what was happening at the cabin. A small drama was
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357 unfolding, the likes of which the flora and fauna of the area had never
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358 seen before. The participants of the drama, hardly little to them, the scene
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359 had been played out many times before, both in preparation for such an
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360 event, and the event itself.
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361 Three men in an cabin, straining their senses to know what was
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362 happening just outside the door. The three men were of an Elite group;
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363 a group known as NET. The history of the organization is not important know,
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364 suffice it to say elite is barley sufficient to describe the group; elite,
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365 but very very human. Two more people are outside the cabin. A man who was
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366 once friend and companion to those inside; his affiliation now is still
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367 unknown. The other a women; NET's first and foremost female agent. Her
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368 ability to cozen a man who would take advantage of her was well known, but
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369 to those who she called friends, their lives were the better because of
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370 her. In front of all of them, a man gone mad. Also a NET agent, but his
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371 failing only proves the frailty of even the most well trained man.
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372 The name of the man is Fleming. His ability to sway the less
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373 secure around him was legend in NET. He had used is skills as a con-man
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374 to convince several malcontents in the organization to come with him,
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375 and bring back the woman, whom he considered enemy. Gaudy Minsky is her
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376 name, and playing on Fleming's by-the-book fetish, she has managed to
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377 convince Fleming to take her back to NET headquarters. The man at her
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378 side, Kosta, the fugitive from NET, is considered icing on the cake.
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379 Ian Machinery, NET's highest official in an organization refreshingly
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380 brief on hierarchy, knows nothing of the scene being played out at the
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381 cabin. NET agents tend to act as independent entities, falling back on
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382 the organization only when it becomes necessary. Ian is a complex man,
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383 and his reaction to the return of Fleming, Minsky, and Kosta could only
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384 be conjecture at best.
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385 Parity, Fellows, and Farley, the three NET agents inside the cabin,
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386 had only seconds to formulate a plan, and execute it. Gaudy and Kosta were
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387 almost to the waiting four-wheel-drive vehicles, and seconds away from an
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388 uncertain fate.
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389 Parity knew the dilemma. He had no stomach for killing misguided
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390 NET employees, regardless of their current alignment, but he couldn't
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391 let the madman Fleming have his way either. Parity knew there wasn't much
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392 chance of Gaudy and Kosta reaching NET's Portland HQ alive, regardless of
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393 what the book said. Fleming was unstable, even his madness could not be
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394 counted on. In his mind, a plan developed. If it worked, no... when it
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395 worked, they would be safely on their way down the mountain, and Fleming
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396 would be seeing the error of his ways.
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397 NET STORY NET STORY NET STORY NET STORY NET STORY NET STORY NET STORY NET STORY
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398 ch /know/now/ ch /The/To the/ ch /other errors/correctness/ (sorry.)
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399
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400 *%)_#@*%_)*%)_@#*%_)%*&#$)_^&*#$)_^*)#_$*^)_#$*^)_#!*^)_#*^_)#$*^#$_+)^*_#)$*^)_!#*$^)_#$*^_)#$*^_)#^*%)_#^%_)$^*#^
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401 Mike : Disk received, files fixed, and all is well on the Westren Front. I'll pop the disk back in the mail ASAP.
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402 Piper : Sorry I missed you at work. Things are looking a bit bleak now. I am losing another teacher, and the blokes
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403 at BYU are avoiding their phones. Film at Eleven.
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404 *%)_#*%_)#*%)_#*%_&*_)#$&^_)&^@#_)$^&@#_^& L'homme sans Parity *%)_@#*%_)%*_)*%_)%*@#)_%*)_%*@_)%*_)%*%_)#%*_)#$*%#$
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405 ********lurkmode***********kathyd***************
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406 hello there this the blsck dragon: i'm looking for anyone interrested in comalno
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407 yes
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408 Hello there this is the black dragon: I would like to know if anyone is interested in comal. let me know, thank you.
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409 ...........................................................................
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410 To whom it may concern: I've given up on CBBS/PCS. In the past week I've
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411 only managed to get on twice. This is RIDICULOUS! The next time I get on
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412 will probably be the last. Leave msgs on Bit Bucket or here if they need
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413 IMMEDIATE attention. If they can wait a few days, you can try The Mess-
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414 enger.
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415 L'homme: 1. Fido #59 doesn't cut it, cause I can't get on! Even with
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416 Autodial!. Any more bright ideas?
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417 2. I don't own an MS-DOS machine because I cannot afford that much right
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418 now. I'm still saving for a 1200 (or 2400?) baud modem & I need a better
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419 printer too. Both of those items TOGETHER cost less than a 2000!
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420 Voyeur: We will have to discuss alternate COM: routes on Sat...
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421 _______________________________Leonard_____________________________________
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422 lasendodnesalazendo....................
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423 To arm himself in the Lananaran manor. On each wroist ;he wore an ultra
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424 ultrasonic stun pronector. As he in
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425 conspicously awr rhwm to normal power, continous duty, it occured to
|
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426 him to wonder at the vulnerab9ility bog vulnerability of the two in th
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427 the alley. Civilized Weapon was to Laz's mind, a most unlikely juxti
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428 position of terms, yet the Lananaran power band, which allowed one to
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429 quite litteraly shoot first and ask questions later, the invewnyion of
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430 of a world of 'pacifists', was precisly that.
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431 Most of the shafpenz lay on the pavement, unconcios, before they
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432 they realized they had company.
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433 Four did not., Three of these hurried a way with the adult male.
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434 The fourth stood shaikily, it's snjikreshnaka at the young Lananara
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435 n's throat. Impasse!
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||
436 Attempting to emmulatye yhe detatchment he had so often seen excer
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437 cised by Lananarans, Laz smiiled and shrugged his shoulders and turned
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438 to walk away.
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439 Abruptly,, a flkicker of moving shadow caught by the corner of his eye,
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440 Lazendo froze. 24"of deadly steel wizzed passed, an inch ahead of wa
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441 ware his heart would have been. In one unthinking flow of motion, he
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442 turned and felled the remaining shafpenz.
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||
443 n As soon as the young Lananatrans composure was sufficiently recou
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444 vered, Laz asked about family and kin. As it developed, her only rela
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445 relative on Thenalura wa a co-father nemed Denap, whom she claimed cou
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446 could not possibly have been her natural father, yet by humjan reconing
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447 reconing, was her legal gaurdian. Of her five co-parents, only Denap
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448 had never touched her in an erotic manor; indeed, she could not recal
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449 his ever having touched her at all.
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450 jHad Laz a better understanding of the cello-op-soco way, this wou
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451 would have triggered screaming claxonsin his mind. As it was, he coul
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452 could only display his perplexing ignorance. Though to his t6hinking
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453 thinking, Reli, was only a child, by Lananaran standards, she was pai
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454 painfully attractive.
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455 Reli and denap had headed into town that morning...
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456 TO BE CONTINUEDED
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457 lasendodnesalazendo....................
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458 Spell-Check... Where are you when we need you?
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459
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460 Do tell... Where are you? And FOG too?
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461 tsk tsk, such big mouths these days
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462 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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463 To the Person None as Leonard, I don't know what your problem with Fido 59
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464 is since I have had very little trouble logging on there. The system has
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||
465 a 60 minute time limit, but that is rarely ever used in its entirety. Most
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466 users have 1200 baud, which helps even more with system throughput. The
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467 inability of you to log onto the system must be due to 1) computer problems
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468 2) extra busy system 3) short attention span 4) bad luck 5) calling from
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469 1:00am to 2:00am when the system is busy with Fido Mail. If you have
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470 questions about the system, leave a message to Vic Bachulis on any of the
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471 local boards, or better yet, try again a second time. Why wait until
|
||
472 three for a charm?
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473 Fido's friend
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||
474 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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475
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476 ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][
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477 I don't belive I made it through that border...whew...
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478 It is times like these that makes one wonder whether or not the
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||
479 sheets on ones bed are made of cement...Breaking a fever does have
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480 it's disadvantages, but the period when one is fully delirious does
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481 cause one to think things one would never think otherwise...
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482 for instance...I speculated on the question of how those bugs that
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483 get in ones light shade get in ones light shade...if the world really
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484 is round, or if the residents of the so called 'Globe' are in fact
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485 living on a cube...
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486 Some questions still are very pressing in my mind, like whether or
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487 not Cindy Lauper regularly breathes
|
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488 helium...if there is only one visitor to backwater that writes all
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489 the entries...what you have when you have nothing...
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||
490 Questions such as these usually can only be asked under conditions
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491 such as the ones I am now going through........can any be answered..?
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492
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493 The Shepherd...
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494 ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][
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495 (Geez, that border is tough when your fingers feel like they weigh
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496 aboul ten pounds..)
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497 `][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ forget it.
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498 .........................................................................
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499 piper: your prose is anything but prosaic. I anxiously await each
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500 installment.
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501 guardian: tonight the sun dipped crazily
|
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502 and horizons wavered...
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503 tempers flared like sunspots
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||
504 but eclipse cooled the air.
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505 things were tough for all of 30 seconds
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506 but bliss rears its ugly head again...
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507 <<sigh>> how perfectly unfair for me to be
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||
508 so perversely happy!
|
||
509 and how fare you?
|
||
510 .................................................Entropy...............
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||
511 **********lurkmode**********kathyd****hmmm************
|
||
512 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~lurkmode~~~~also~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PaPa Smurf
|
||
513 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (to two...)
|
||
514 Awullsu allowed the ribbon to be tied. It was not a ritule between them,
|
||
515 but she felt that it might become one if they remained together for too long.
|
||
516 "Wulliso, you must acompany me. I have been sent to greet you on your
|
||
517 return with Nianque. It appears you have treated him well. You must come,
|
||
518 Meteu is waiting for you now." Her words were spoken as if prepared for.
|
||
519 She wanted to return the greeting he had given her, but the lack of interaction
|
||
520 would be warning enough for him to know that they were not alone. His mistake.
|
||
521 "Yes... If Meteu awaits, I must not delay," were the Guardians words in
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||
522 return. "I have been away for too long... my sences are not as keen as they
|
||
523 were when last I visited. Otherwise I would have known that we were not alone,"
|
||
524 he then thought to himself. He then thought of what might be the need that
|
||
525 Meteu would request him.
|
||
526 "We may be alone at a later time," she said in an almost unheard breath.
|
||
527 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
|
||
528 Entropy, as the clock marks another day,
|
||
529 I can't say what has made me stay away.
|
||
530 The friends I have and the obligations of late
|
||
531 have left my mind in a blearied state.
|
||
532 A battlefield is not the place for you,
|
||
533 but it does help, at times, for the one you choose.
|
||
534 And as for me, I think that I am doing well.
|
||
535 But things are up in the air. "Only time will tell."
|
||
536 Sure, I know. It doesn't keep a beat but it was fun to do...
|
||
537 (I suppose I should go and check my mail boxes...)
|
||
538 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the Guardian 77:01
|
||
539
|
||
540 Septine: Yes, quite prolific. You don't mind do you? I don't. Et cetrea. --->G
|
||
541
|
||
542 + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
|
||
543 I look around the room and see an empty slate, footprints wiped by a passing
|
||
544 wave. Laundry is done, a pile near the door, waiting to be folded. Smelling
|
||
545 not even of fabric softener. On top is a large red towel. The room smells
|
||
546 faintly of turkey, the sent of dinner lingers, but that is all. The bed has
|
||
547 been made, the sheets and blankets smoothed by some morning hand, looking
|
||
548 almost hard in their tighness, like the skin of a drum.
|
||
549 But if I look closely, I can see the soft markings of a lip on a glass, a
|
||
550 book out of place I did not touch, and if I wanted, I could hold a small wash-
|
||
551 cloth in my hands, and with that I can put footprints in stone, and laugh at th
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||
552 serf.
|
||
553 The Harlequin
|
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554 + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
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555
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||
556 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
|
||
557 -+- At 3:45 in the morning, the alram at the head of my bed denotes -+-
|
||
558 -+-my stupidity. I had decided that absolutely noone would call at this-+-
|
||
559 -+-time in the morning. I was wrong. Since I had not intended to wait-+-
|
||
560 -+-for the use of this system I was actually set aback when I heard that-+-
|
||
561 -+-all too familiar busy signal I had come to know as the BWMS. -+-
|
||
562 -+- "No problem." Or so I thought. Having been defeated in such a -+-
|
||
563 -+-trivial matter, I chose to go for another system. Upon arriving, I -+-
|
||
564 -+-see little and abandon it for the morning. And what should happen on-+-
|
||
565 -+-my return to this system? Plenty.
|
||
566 -+- I see a narative that tells us all the prsent situation with the -+-
|
||
567 -+-coversive Good Guys. I also see quite a few stories, person to -+-
|
||
568 -+-person messages and a blinding bottom line. I didn't expect that. -+-
|
||
569 -+- Words by you, Harlequin, seem to be put together too easily. If -+-
|
||
570 -+-not that then with much pain from personal experiences. -+-
|
||
571 -+- Nothing else to say.
|
||
572 -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -JUGGLER- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+- -+-
|
||
573
|
||
574 ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( LXIX ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
|
||
575 +--------------------------------------------------------------+
|
||
576 | Since the 1940's when C.E. Shannon published his classic |
|
||
577 | paper on Information Theory, the powerful concepts it made |
|
||
578 | available have been used for all sorts of communication |
|
||
579 | analysis. One recent development is a correlation technique |
|
||
580 | to analyze the content & style of either spoken or written |
|
||
581 | communication, and develop a personality profile, behavior |
|
||
582 | pattern and belief structure of the author. One study used |
|
||
583 | a computer public message system where everyone used any |
|
||
584 | fictitious name they wished. After a few months of use the |
|
||
585 | computer developed profile was compared to a survey of the |
|
||
586 | participants and their friends. Not only was the accuracy |
|
||
587 | of the prediction amazingly high, but the computer matched |
|
||
588 | the assumed names to the real people 94% of the time. |
|
||
589 | The computer also predicted which people would respond to |
|
||
590 | certain messages based on the message contents. |
|
||
591 | *FOOD FOR THOUGHT AS ONE LEAVES A MESSAGE ON A PUBLIC BBS* |
|
||
592 +--------------------------------------------------------------+
|
||
593 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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||
594 space is short. going to lurk mode also..***pppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
|
||
595
|
||
596 -------=Lurk mode? how about Cloak mode?=---------
|
||
597
|
||
598 ^^^^^ As I looked around the emptied half of the Inn, I noticed that the
|
||
599 ^^^^^ work that was ahead of the one to come had already been all but
|
||
600 ^^^^^ completed. Several tables had been cleared, and counters washed down,
|
||
601 ^^^^^ but there was missing the gentle touch of the one that cared for those
|
||
602 ^^^^^ that visited- even if infrequently... (This is not easy, what
|
||
603 ^^^^^ with all the busy-signals and all. Hello!)
|
||
604
|
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605
|
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||
606 So often this part of the Inn is left alone, so often it stands unused
|
||
607 and gathering dust that has been lifted into the air by the tumultuous and
|
||
608 high spirited behavior of the patrons crowded into the cleaner tables near
|
||
609 the front. And so rarely do they look back towards this sheltered and
|
||
610 poorly lit corner that I know that only a very few will see me as I attempt
|
||
611 to relieve the emptyness that remains, only the few with eyes that care to
|
||
612 see, hearts to feel, the desire to know.
|
||
613
|
||
I find that I've repeatedly dealt with companions with the calloused
|
||
614 hand of fear, raising the walls at the slightest sign of intimacy or of a
|
||
615 closeness that I feel that I'm unable to deal with. While those emotions
|
||
616 may indeed be justified through the hard bed of experience, they still cause
|
||
617 hurt feelings to those unable to understand through a lack of knowledge of
|
||
618 the basic root of the terrors. None of us can truly know what happens in
|
||
619 another's deepest and darkest pits of fear, nor can we understand the height
|
||
620 that joy can reach in another's soul at what we might think a trifle.
|
||
621
|
||
622 Looking out through the hazy, smoke filled air to the main hall, I can
|
||
623 see many familiar faces gathered together. They trade stories, insults,
|
||
624 and cameraderie, and those few that I knew would be aware look back this way
|
||
625 and wave a friendly hand. I pause in my work to respond, and paste a happy
|
||
626 smile upon my face as befits a good barmaid. I would clean this table more
|
||
627 often, I think, were it not that there is usually so much to clean!
|
||
628
|
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629 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]PAM![][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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