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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask...
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 28 SEP 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 ALL: Various items for sale: FHR 1200 baud Hayes compatable modem; NEW $250
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21 two available. Also have 2ea 96TPI half high Mitsubish 5" drives at $100 ea.
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22 In addition, I have five Shugart SA-400 disk drives. Rebuilt and tested
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23 for 24 hours on BW (I can't think of a better test). $25.00 each. 5 available.
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24 2 pertec 8" disk drives as is $10 each. Two Cartivision video recorders new,
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25 in factory boxes includes extra cartriges and documentation $50 for the pair.
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26 One IDS serial printer $199. Three spare parts SA-400 disk drives. (One won't
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27 read - missing IC, two won't write - something on the logic board, a board
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28 swap makes em work) $5.00 each. Buy all 5 good shugarts, and I'll throw in
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29 the spare parts drives for free. If you're interested, give me a call at
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30 654-xxxx (U.S. Digital) Mike Day.
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31 ******************************** CISTOP MIKEY *******************************
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32
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33
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34 /%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%
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35 Zephyr the rabbit was sitting on his favorite table in the inn, wondering for the thousandth time why nobody
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36 liked him. It was really quite beyond his rodent-like, simple little mind. Tears were forming in the corners of his
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37 huge eyes at the unfairness of it all.
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38 No adventure, no communication, not even a simple hello came his way, but still day after day he stayed at the
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39 inn. His mistake.
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40 A deep, earthshaking rumbling permeated the building. Glasses rattled in their racks and the few patrons
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41 attendant at that hour looked around worriedly. Zephyr looked up and his sensative ears picked up the sounds of
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42 machinery over the rumbling. Something huge an terrible was approaching the inn!
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43 At last! A chance to show hie worth! He grabbed his bag of magic truffles and hopped off the table and out the
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44 door.
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45 It was colossal. It was humungous. It was terrible. He ran out of adjectives to describe it. It was a machine,
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46 all right, but it was like no machine he ever saw before. It was yellow (gray to him), and for wheels it had two
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47 huge cylinders, one in front and one if back. A smokestack belched filth in the air behind it as it rumbled on. In
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48 the seat was a man dressed in a black cape and pink polka-dot shorts and army boots, cackling madly and twisting
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49 his handlebar mustache. "AtlastIwillhaverevengeonthisplacefordrivingmemad!" he yelled, although Zephyr, of course,
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50 could not understand him.
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51 The machine bore down on him with frightening speed. The noise, then speed, the sheer SIZE of it was terrifying
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52 to the poor rabbit. He did what any rational, brave, thinking being might do in the face of the totally unknown. He
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53 froze. The huge front cylinder of the machine loomed over his head, and then all he saw was blackness.
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54 Seconds later the steamroller began to slow. Its deisel engine began to cough and sputter. With the front
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55 roller less than a foot from the door of the inn, it stopped completely. Out of gas. The madman screamed something
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56 about the high cost of deisel fuel as he was dragged away. Nobody noticed, though. They were all gathered around a
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57 small red stain on the ground behind the steamroller. A tiny bag of truffles lay nearby. One young woman began to
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58 sob uncontrollably and was led away. The innkeeper turned to the crowd and said, "He tried."
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59 And so it goes...
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60
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61
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62 MORAL: DON'T TAKE ON A CHALLENGE UNLESS YOU'RE UP TO IT.
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63
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64
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65 /%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/GLOCKENSPIEL/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%
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66 okay, that's not too bad a story, especially considering that it was complete and almost humorous. But gee golly let's
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67 oops- complete AND almost humorous. But gee whiz and golly let's make 'em
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68 shorter and less mysterious. Let's face it all you would-be writers out there,
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69 many times the only ones you're entertaining are yourselves...
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70 The above story isn't bad, but let's have less of them and more of something
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71 more interesting.
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72
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73 Lesseee.... how 'bout SEX?
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74 DRUGS?
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75 PROFANITY?
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76 THE MOVIES?
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77 HOW LOUSY ATARIS ARE?
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78 WIFE-BEATING?
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79 DOG KICKING?
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80 WHETHER REAGAN WILL START WWIII?
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81 WHETHER JOHN DELOREAN IS GUILTY?
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82 WHETHER TED KENNEDY IS A CLOSET FAG?
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83 WHETHER BOY GEORGE REALLY ISN'T?
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84 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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85 GEB
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86
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87 I heartily agree Jose'. I think that an evil government conspiracy set him up
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88 and his trying to get him for his past liberalness. They pollute the newspapers
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89 against him and make us judge his guilt before it's proven. It's scary, and I
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90 think we should all realize how much propaganda we're subjected to.
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91 ghdgs
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92 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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93
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94 8888888888888888888888888888888888888888
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95 I am new to boardwalking, but I think I am enjoying the experience. I look
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96 at this board, because I like the stories. Take the sex, pollitics, and bad
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97 words someplace else.
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98
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99 88888888888888888888PENGUIN8888888888888888888888REMEMBER, DRESS FORMAL888888888
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100 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\
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101 I never learned to laugh when I was happy or cry when I was sad.
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102 I never learned this form of communication. With society's harsh judgement,
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103 crying is forgotten when childhood is lost. But, there is someway to identify
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104 the feeling, someway which I never knew.
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105 Dark tree limbs reach through the shadow of locked gates. Whipping
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106 across my face, the branches sting. Somewhere, within the thick mass of bark
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107 a hand is reaching. I only see a child's image of the tree, a child who never
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108 learned. The branches are those that scrapped across my window late at night
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109 while I lay petrified beneath warm blankets. The branches are knawing at me,
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110 trying to help but never to understand or care.
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111 My skin yearns for the gentle touch below the bark. But, never to
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112 feel the hand's back which scraps me like that on a screen window.
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113 Sometimes, I force a laugh to show the trees I feel happiness, or I
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114 reveal anger to disguise my pain. Never will some see beyond this calm and
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115 emotionless body; never will some see beyond the strained laugh or lash of
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116 anger. It's too painful when even a glimpse is caught.
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117 And I. Never will I see beyond the wooden armored trees, scratching
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118 at my window and tearing at my heart.
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119 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\ eidolaz /\\/\\/\\/\\
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120 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
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121 elp, whoever you are.
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122 My name is T.S. Skill. Some say T.S. stands for trouble shooter,
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123 rs say it stands for trouble starter. I'm alone in a small
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124 room. From a window I can see across the entire city. the
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125 uilding must be about 30 stories high. It looks like I'm in the
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126 op story in the highest building in the city, but the room I'm
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127 looks ready to fall apart.
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128 I'm sitting at a table in the corner of the room writing
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129 s message with my electric pen and paper.
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130 In another corner of the room there is a coil of rope, a
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131 ifle, a pistol, a long knife and a dead body with a hole in his
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132 ad... I think I'm in trouble.
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133 There is a ledge outside of the window facing North, a door
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134 g West and stairs leading down, but there is a lot of noise
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135 from the stairs... Help!
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136 P.S.: There are a number of marks on my left arm 78 total, in
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137 uch a pattern /////////////// I can't remember what they
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138 n, but I ////////////// think it's important.
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139 ////////////////
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140 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
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141 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * T.S. Skill * * * * * * * * * * * *
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142 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
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143
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144 010101010101010101010101 nothing to report 10101010101010101010101010101
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145 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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146 HAVave you seen Sarah Conner?
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147
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148 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe TerminatorXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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149 The helicopter slowly lifted itself off the ground. The blades whirred-whirred
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150 'round and 'round like so much chopped air, the metal frame creaking and groan-
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151 ing with an effort that betrayed it's thirty-plus years of service.
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152 John sat in the co-pilot's seat, munching on a baloney sandwich. As the ground
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153 faded slowly below he glanced down at the teeth marks in the white Wonder bread,
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154 they still glistened with his saliva. The mayonnaise gleamed in the bright sun-
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155 light, which was growing ever stronger as they surged toward the sky. He thought
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156 about that mayonnaise... he had heard a story once, about a man with lots of
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157 zits... oh, but that was a long time ago. And he needed to finish this sandwich,
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158 he needed there energy for what lay ahead. He took another bite and examined
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159 the baloney. Oscar Mayer wasn't it?
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160
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161 The pilot glanced over, "Oscar who?"
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162 John blushed. He realized that his thoughts had been transformed to words with-
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163 out his knowing it.
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164
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165 "Oh, uh, nothing... just thinking aloud."
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166 The whirring of the motor above their heads slowed as the pilot eased the
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167 chopper down. Below them, lay only the endless blue of the Pacific Ocean.
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168 John glanced at the pilot.
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169 "I thought we were going to Des Moines?" he asked nervously.
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170 The pilot laughed. "Sorry mac, orders are orders."
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171 With a quick motion he turned the aircraft on it's side. The seat belt had been
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172 slit, and John found himself floating in the air toward the endless blue.
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173 Still clutching the sandwich, he looked at it again. "Yes," he thought. "It
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174 was Oscar Mayer... and just like this story, they just make so much baloney..."
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175
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176 And just before he landed he called out, "And my name isn't Mac!"
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177
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178 But the pilot was long gone. And John was just so much shark bait.
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179
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180 Moral: Whether dumb short stories have sandwiches in them or not, most of them
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181 are full of lots of baloney.
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182
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183 THE END
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184
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185 \\\\\\\\\this marker gets no respect\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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186
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187 HeLLO. THIS IS MY FIRST MODEM EXPERIENCE
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188 I KNOW PRACTICALLY NOTHING ABOUT TELE-
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189 COMMUNICATIONS, BUT I KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT
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190 COMPUTERS TO GET BY. I JUST WISH I COULD
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191 FIGURE OUT SOME WAY TO TURN OF THE LOCAL
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192 ECHO. AND, ANYBODY OUT THERE KNOW OF ANY
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193 OTHER BOARDS THAT HAVE STUFF LIKE THIS ?
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194 WELL, I HAD BETTER GET GOING AND DO MY H
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195 OR SOMETHING AND LET SOMEONE ELSE LOG ON
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196
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197 :-{Glockenspiel: while your story was slightly amusing, your use}-:
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198 :-{of another's character wasn't. What you happen to think of }-:
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199 :-{someone else's character is irrelevant. You have no right to}-:
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200 :-{harm it in any way, much less kill it off. I'll likely take }-:
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201 :-{some flack for this, but I feel it needed to be said... }-:
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202 :-}Max{-:
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203 RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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204 Far be it for me to speak where it is not my place, but I do have a
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205 note that requires posting... Those of you that have been counting may
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206 know that today would be "0moredays". Well, although there are no more
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207 days, there is also no more *****kathyd*****.
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208 No, the number of days has had nothing to do with this absence of our
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209 outspoken innkling. It's just that some unknown force has removed her
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210 means of access to these amazing lands of telecommunication.
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211 As another great spokesman said once, we should not equate her
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212 absence with death. (So don't.) I, for one, have the utmost in
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213 confidence that she shall return to the fold some day...
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214 RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Tony Ross RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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215
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216 $#$^%&^(&(&)&*^&*%&$%^@^#!^%&^*^(*^((*&*^&%&$&$&^&^*^*&*$*%^*$&$&$&%&^*&*&
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217 Mikey:The money is rolling in now. Glad to hear you got the stuff on CIS up-
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218 loaded. Sorry I didn't make it out last week, but my latest work for Agency
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219 Automation is taking a great deal of time. I will call next week and arrange
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220 a time to pick up the new COPYLINK. Also, the PCS is cominh up next week. I will
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221 probably see you there too. I will bring some blank disks to give you for the
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222 disks that contain all the 'lost' BW archives. Thanks for copying them.
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223 Emu: Got it. Will do. Roger. Ok.
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224 Jack Ross: Sorry news indeed. Thanks for the relay. But don't worry, we won't
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225 kill the messenger.
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226 &()#&%#)&#)&#)&#)%&@)#(%&#)%&# L'homme sans Parity %*&@%&@%&@%&@&@#%&@#%(&@
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227 PS To voyeur: September was a happy month, as was most of October. It wasn't
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228 until the late teens that the boom fell and the sky darkened and the rains
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229 began to fall.
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230 !@#$%^&*()(*&^%%$#@!@#$$%^&*()(*&^%$$#@!@#$%%^&*()(**&^%$#@!@#$%^^&&**(*&^%^
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231 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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232 Baloney: The Sequel
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233
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234 Just before John splattered his intestines all over the Pacific Ocean, he had
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235 let go of that baloney sandwich. The sandwich floated down slowly... it was
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236 several minutes before it hit the lapping
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237 waves. By the time it his the salty water, John was in a hundred pieces.
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238
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239 The half-eaten sandwich floated lazily amidst the waves. As the water creeped
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240 into it's processed grains, it crept lower and lower into the ocean. It grew
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241 soggy, and soon, disappeared beneath the waves.
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242
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243 It wasn't long after that that a bevy of hungry sharks stirred up the waves
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244 around John's body. The fed in a frenzy like never before. It was a long time
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245 since they'd gotten a body... not since before the Ford administration anyway.
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246 Now with the '84 elections over, and the incumbent feeling power like never
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247 before, well, they knew their bellies would be fuller than ever. This was just
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248 the appetizer, and they fed accordingly.
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249
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250 Meanwhile, the sandwich floated lazily toward the bottom. It landed gently
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251 amidst the swirling sand, pulling softly to and fro with the subtle currents.
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252 Soon, a large school of tuna passed overhead, and with one big gulp, one par-
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253 ticularly lagre tuna ate it up.
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254
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255 It wasn't long after that that the school of fish was captured in a rather large
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256 net. And the sandwich lay in the tuna's stomach, waiting, condensing, molding,
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257 turning into fish poison...
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258
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259 The pilot sat with the blades whirring. Another victim was coming, the tele-
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260 phone man had said to be ready. He mused thoughtfully. Not a bad job.
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261
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262 He had just finished his sandwich when the man jumped into the chopper. After
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263 several pleasantries the helicopter lifted off into the air.
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264
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265 ... As the pilots body slumped over the controls, and the harried passenger
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266 worked to steady it, thankful that he had taken helicopter lessons, the ocean
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267 below winked in the sunlight. And as the pilot exhaled his last death rattle, a
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268 bit of wonder bread eased out, and dropped onto the floor. The tuna laden bread
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269 glistened in the sunlight... and all was well with the world.
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270
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271 MORAL: If you can't sing outa tuna, don't sing any of that baloney at all....
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272
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273 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\GEB\\\\\\\\\\\\\\@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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274 ############################################################
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275 TO: NEW USER
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276 FROM: PALOR
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277
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278 If you had to choose one board to try first, I would recommend
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279 the Bit Bucket (254-xxxx). It has the most extensive list of
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280 local BBS numbers. It's busy most of the time, but when you do get
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281 on download the file BBLOCALS. If you don't have XMODEM, download
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282 it as an ASCII file and you can just copy the numbers off the screen.
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283 Most BBS have alists of other BBS numbers, so always look for this option.
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284 I think the most difficult board to get into would be Le Nerd.
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285 You can get onto the system as a guest, but you don't get full priveleges
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286 until the SYSOP has your real name and runs a voice check. The only way
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287 you can talk to the SYSOP to apply is through chat. On your first time
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288 you're not even allowed to leave messages for the SYSOP.
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289 Anyway, try out the numbers ME gave you. There aren't many BBS like
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290 BWMS, but there are a few good ones out there.
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291 ######################Palor############################################
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292 hello out there - is there anyone out there who makes sense, surely there is
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293 some one who can speak english??????????????????????????????
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294 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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295 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::nagano
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296 Konichiwa Jose'san. Nihongo wataarimasuka. Jya, iijyanai. jyaane.
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297 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::nagano
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298
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299 Is anyone up to an adventure?
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300 If so please respond.
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301
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302 I'm in a glass tube. The door opens. It is a lab of some sort.
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303 No one is in here but me. I have no cloths on and my body is
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304 covered with some slimy scum. I feel like I have just been born.
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305 Looking around I see doors to the North and another to the South.
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306 There is a bench along the East wall with a number of chemicals,
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307 some surgeon's tools, a note book and a small paper sack.
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308 I hear voices in the back of my mind, many voices...
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309 including yours.
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310 (CRASH!) The North doors burst open and laser fire fills the
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311 room. The bottles of chemicals are struck. Acids splash across
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312 the table. Other than human creatures come raging through the
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313 doorway!... Help!
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314
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315 ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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316 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Sorix XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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317 #######################################################################
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318 Tag! Koennen Sie Deutsch sprechen?
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319 #####################Der Rot Baron####################################
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320 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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321 Help! I need to get through the smart door! I'm too dumb! Answer quick!
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322 ***************************************========================================
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323 ****************************************************************************
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324 PONDERANCE
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325 From my window,
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326 I look out upon the world,
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327 And in upon myself.
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328 The world I see is a mirror of myself.
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329 A world so dynamic,
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330 Seems so stable,
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331 Or maybe not.
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332 So gray is this mirror,
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333 Only a maze of shadows I see.
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334 What is concreate, fades away.
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335 And I topple, as a house sans its foundation.
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336 All that I see is not so bleak and confused,
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337 That I will not prevail.
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338 But with survival goes suffering and pain.
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339 My thoughts turn from this and then return.
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340 Love will survive if it's not already dead.
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341 *************************** Midnight Hacker ********************************
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342 DUH.
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343 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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344 It was getting later, in more ways than one. The young man sat, sipping his beer and wondering what to do next.
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345 Would he be able to find the adventurers? Should he even try? Odds are it would be another dead end if he did. Maybe he
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346 should try another track. It was such a big universe he could look forever and still not find...
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347 The table shook slightly and he looked up. A strange figure in a hooded cloak had seated itself across from him.
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348 Unseen eyes stared at him from the blackness of the hood. Even before words were exchanged, the young man could sense
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349 considerable power in that form. Power maybe nearly as great as his own. Big deal.
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350 "Yes," he said politely, wondering what was up now.
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351 "You seek the adventurers, do you not?" The voice that issued from the hood was definitely feminine. The figure did
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352 not move otherwise, probably to build up a sense of mystery. The young man often wondered why some people had this
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353 thing for being unnecessarily cryptic and mysterious.
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354 Well, he could play that game, too. "Maybe." He slouched back in his chair, feeling it creak alarmingly under him.
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355 "Why?"
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356 "Perhaps I can help you. And you, in return, can do something for me."
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357 I'll bet I could do something for you, he thought, stifling the images that had sprung up in his mind. Down, boy.
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358 Let's be nice. "That's, uh, good. I don't like to accept help from strangers, though. So why don't you stop being
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359 strange and introduce yourself?"
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360 The figure hesitated for a second, and then drew back her hood. The young man felt his heart skip a little. She was
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361 about his age (by appearances. It was sometimes hard to tell.). Dark brown hair cascaded about her shoulders. Her face
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362 was absolutely flawless and her eyes were also brown, but deep, almost deep enough to get lost in. The images returned
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363 to his mind but he found it difficult to be quite so crude and unrefined while staring into those eyes. He felt a
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364 little tug on his heart again and wondered what was going on with his circulatory system all of a sudden.
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365 "My name is Tariya dal-Silmarilyn. I come from Shai-Kahn province on the world of Kadan. I am... was... a
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366 sorceress-in-training. I was released from my bond and now seek the travellers for reasons of my own. I believe I can
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367 find them, but have no way to reach them. My, uh, transport has malfunctioned and I am currently stranded here.
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368 Something tells me you may be able to help me out. Now that I have introduced myself, perhaps you would do the same?
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369 Somehow you seem familiar..."
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370 Typical woman. Once they start talking... "Fair enough. My legal name is James Forster Mandell from the province (I
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371 guess) of USA on the Late Great Planet Earth-" He stopped suddenly. Those eyes had been warm, comforting, and yes,
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372 maybe even inviting but now they showed only fear. Mortal fear. "What's wrong?"
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373 Her voice was suddenly small and trembling. "Oh my God." she whispered, "The Destroyer!"
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374 James smiled. "Oh. You know me then."
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375 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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376 She said "Yes, I know you... all of you. You're all creeps! You run around with
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377 your tongues hanging out and your only interest is killing and rutting!"
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378 "Kill and rut, kill and rut! Nothing but kill and rut"
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379 He mused that she was sounding like a flapping flat tire.
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380 "Well, I'm sick of it! You hear me?"
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381 She whipped off her cloak to reveal a perfect, indescribably delicious naked
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382 nubile young body. Everything was perfect, and in place. Everything.
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383 But she also had a bugblatter blaster that was tuned into the 9th power of
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384 Razmagon.
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385 The light seared through his chest, the red blood spurted on the floor, and his
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386 intestines hung out grossly.
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387 He collapsed... the last human... and the human race died with him.
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388
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389 She put on her clothes, blew on the barrel of her gun, and giggled.
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390
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391 ###############################A###############################################
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392 Oh, and so it goes,
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393 For were it to be, but it not,
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394 then wherever we might roam,
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395 It might remain a mystery.
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396 For soon we shall see, or not at all,
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397 But listening for thine voice,
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398 raises expectations of perfection,
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399 to the highest degree,
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400 of perpitude and amongst them all,
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401 The trees grow greener and the sky stands still,
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402 But still we must grow, and have it not be,
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403 Else we shan't know,
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404 perfection.
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405
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406 ...And if you thought that was poetic I've got some great real estate in
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407 Florida to sell....
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408
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409 (In other words, the above sounds just like some of the other poems I see
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410 around, and makes just as much sense, but the words just came out for nor
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411 particular reason.
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412
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413 )
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415 (Wait! Am I a genius???????)
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417 ]]]]][[[[[][][][][]]]]][[[[][][][]]]][[[[[[[[][][][][][][[[[[[[[][][][][][][][
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418 GEB
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419 ?????????????????////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\?????????????????
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420 Guardian: You were wrong this is not who you thought it might be.
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421 !_+_! : Is this person still out there or have they forgotten their own
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422 boarder. Let me refresh your memory...."Three bald women....."
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423 ?????????????????\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\/////////////////////?????????????????
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424 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( just checking in )))((( 23:16 9/28 )))
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425 press <RETURN>
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426 The world begins. The game starts. The sentence entered. The paragraph
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427 complete. The line sent. The program executed. The missile fired. The data
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428 stored. The bell sounds. The day turns. The action accomplished. The world
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429 does begin. All with the press of a key.
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430 <click>
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431
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432 Three bald women, I knew once in a bar
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433 I sweet talked them for hours, then got them to my car.
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434 We drove and drove for hours,
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435 Their heads glistened in the light.
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436 These women were quite interesting,
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437 you might even call them bright.
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438 But I'm sure you all are wondering,
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439 What happened with these chicks,
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440 Well that would not be fair, to tell you of my kicks.
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441 Just let me tell you simply, their scalps turned me on so,
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442 But three bald women on a night like that, naa, my barber told me NO!
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443
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444 Uh, I bet you don't think this is very good, but like the really clever
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445 person above, I think it is just as good as anything else on here that
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446 I see and the words just came out as I sat here on the keyboard, so there.
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447
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448 }}}}}}}}}{{{{{[[[[[[[[[[[][][]]]]]]]]]]]]]][[[[[[[[[[]]]]][[[[[][]{][]]]]]]]
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449 I READ JUS T THE OTHER DAY THAT MAN HAS BEEN EVOLVING FOR THOUSANDS OF Y
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450 ARS AND WILL CONTINUE TO EVOLVE FOR THE REST OF TIME. IF THIS IS TRUE THAN
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451 HOW FAST DO WE CHANGE OR IS THE CHANGE SO GRADUAL THAT WE CANT SEE IT? THIS
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452 IS REAL INTERESTING TO ME SO IF YOU HAVE ANY ANSERS PLEASE LET ME KNOW ON
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453 HERE OF ANY OTHER BBS SYSTEM, THANKYOU.
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454 }}}}}}}}}{{{{{{{{{{{{{{]]]]]]]][][][[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]][]]][[[[[[[[[[[}[]]]]]][
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455 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
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456 &%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%
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457 The difference between what sounds like what other people have written
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458 and what you just did on the keyboard is there is meaning and thought
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459 not to mention time put into these things. Whether or not you understtand what was written the fact is that it was put there
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460 for people to see and to critize (in a positive manner) or comment on
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461 or even to ignore but not to be mocked or cut down. Vive la difference.
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462 &%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%
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463 !_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_! or was it..... !_+_! !_+_! !_+_! !_+_!
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464 Hmmm..... i can't remember. Oh well. Yes. I had forgotten that border. Not the entry though. Hard to forget
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465 that one.
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466 Nice poem, wish I had written it. Thanks
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467 to whoever the author may be, did you
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468 have an evening like mine, or were just
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469 trying to get a feel for the mood. Or perhaps you are one of the ones that knows my true identity, and you taunt me
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470 in fun.
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471 Something to tell my grandchildren..... I never believed the stories my grandpa
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472 told me, no doubt I will recieve the same treatment.
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473 !_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_! or maybe..... !_+_! !_+_! !_+_! !_+_!
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474 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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475 tsl -- Yeah, I know. I'm kinda lost too. I'd be glad to follow your lead, or
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476 take the lead if you'd rather. I've been busy the last few days and need to
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477 put some thought into the situation. It strikes me (ouch) however, that
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478 the ZEB lady came from a reversed situation... now she's turned around and
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479 working along our time-line. She doesn't learn, she gets rid of information.
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480 With your character trying to come to grips with herself, we may have the
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481 potential to work something out.
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482 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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483 Okay, poem lovers... how about another one?:::
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484
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485 Roses are red,
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486 Violets are blue,
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487 I like peanut butter,
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488 Do you like toast?
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489
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491 Note to the evolution question:
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492
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493 Evolution is a huge farce made up by the scientific community to explain what
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494 they don't know. Certain things have evolved, sure, from what they were to a
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495 slightly more changed (not always better!) form, but don't you think it odd
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496 that the only link they're missing is
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497 THE missing link?
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498 It sounds corny, but by golly, there is a God, and well, he made us.
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499 Scientists don't want to believe anything so simple, but sorry folks, we only
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500 go back 6,000 years. The rest is just
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501 baloney...
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502
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503 That's all for now....
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504
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505 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ GEB @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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506 Note to person with %&%&%&%&%&% border:
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507 I agree, I wasn't really belittling the other poems, it just seems to me that we take things too seriously. And let's be ho
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508 setoops
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509 honest, sometimes in the interest of being "artsy"", the message is lost. Straightforward always works better. And... humor i
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510 s a lost art.... But I respect other people's works, parodies are sometimes the vbest form of flattery, and I apologize if Ih
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511 hurt anyone's feelings.... By for now
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512 ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]GEB
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513 Are you the same geb from the Beverly HillBillies? Do you have a-bubblin-crude?
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514 Or are you just crude? Do you have smimming pools and know movie stars? Do
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515 you have a crazy banker and a dumb son and a foxy daughter and an old granny?
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516 If the answers to these questions are true, then you must be the same. If you
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517 answered no to any of the above, you must be lying.
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518 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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519 ?/\? Scraps of paper are just waiting to be brought to light. And
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520 ?\/? once they have seen the light, the words that have been placed
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521 upon them sting with bitter memories. Faces and names begin
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522 to fit together. Damn, I didn't want that to happen.
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523 If I were lionhearted, I might begin to ask questions.
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524 I am no imbecile. I shall leave well enough alone now.
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525 Until next we meet, Mystery Diamond...
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526 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the Guardian 273:142306
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527 No, I'm not the same Jeb. I'm GEB. Completely different. And I'm not lying. I'm
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528 sitting here pounding on my keyboard, trying to make sense of the world.
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529 And I like to laugh, and see laughter, and see humor, and see higher art forms.
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530 And no crude is a-bubblin' around here ('cept sometimes my humor...)
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531
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532 But when the moon rises full,
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533 And the cow sees the bull,
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534 Then she'll know it's time,
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535 Uh, well I can't think of a rhyme,
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536 But then the sun comes up,
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537 And the animals sup,
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538 And up rises the bird,
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539 While the bull lays it's curd,
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540 And you know... because it,
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541 Is exactly where you sit.
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542
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543 Well, I'm going to hafta work on a better one than THAT. Excuse me. I'll do
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544 much better next time. That was awful. I liked my first one much better.
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545
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546 Sayanara
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547
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548 ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` GEB@ ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````
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549 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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550 "How COULD they have squashed my truffles?" TI asked, trying to pull the
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551 bag from underneath the large machine. With a final tug the small bag, dripping
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552 with the red preservative I use to keep my truffles fresh, was freed from the
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553
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554 prison. I was upset to find that all the truffles were squashed. T
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555 "That's the way life is, I guess." I thought, pulling my second bag of
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556 truffles out and nibbling on one. I then
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557 hopped back into the Inn.....
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558 There was that smiley-face shirt person again, talking to a cloaked
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559 figure. I wonder what this willbring about. Munching on my truffle, I watched and waited for the developments.
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560 (With eager anticipation...)
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561
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562 Mad Steam-Roller person: My truffles aren't any more magical than a little
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563 catnip!
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564 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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565 // On a street corner or maybe a mind, one man tries to manipulate three
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566 object in the air at one time or maybe he juggles things not so material.
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567 The man with these objects of, I think, intangibleness wears the an intense
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568 expression of deep concentration. Yet, his often mournful words seem to
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569 have faded, as if he is no longer so willing to divulge whatever may pass
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570 his mind. The lines of concentration or the ocassional smile or smirk while
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571 he speaks lightheartedly (it has been observed that he spoke this way, dispite
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572 the gray-gloomy mood he showed here) seems to have been replaced. Even the
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573 sad eyes are absent. The succeeder of his expression is taunt and drawn
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574 distant wearing a frown. I watch and wonder what has happened to this lost
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575 friend (?) who's company I did once enjoy. Perhaps, he is juggling on
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576 another street corner or the ideas in his mind have fallen past his hand.
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577 Or it's just me. Eh, friend? // from another, or less correctly called
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578 a magician.
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579 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/
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580 The sky is blue-grey out
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581 And the weather is cold
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582 The temperature's fine
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583 But the feelings are old
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584
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585 I long for one
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586 To be here by my side
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587 As a friend and a lover
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588 Or outcast and guide
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589
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590 I had only hoped
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591 To bear the gift of my word
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592 Many others had read them
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593 But to one, they're unheard
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594
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595 I don't know what I want from you
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596 Or the cost to atone
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597 I'd have given you anything
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598 But now I'll leave you alone
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599
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600 Piner.
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601 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/
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602
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603 Heck with the rules. They say no?
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604 No, they can not halt my will.
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605 Others do as they may, but I shall
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606 continue. I write.
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607 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/
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608
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609 (((*)))(((*)))
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610 /=/=/=/=/ : And write you will... Very nice
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611 (((*)))(((*)))
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612 <O><O><O><O><O><O><O><O><O><O><O><O><O><O><O><O><O>
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613 Hey! At the bottom! Wow! Ain't it neat!
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614 <O><O><O><O><O><O><O><O> Dren <O><O><O><O><O><O><O>
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