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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 19 APR 87 ************************
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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 Exclusive dedication to neccessitous chores without interlude of
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21 hedonistic diversion renders John a hebetudinous fellow.
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22 ******************************************************************
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23 I have long been of the opino[Dion that let[D[D[DMl[Dildred s[DSxh[D[Dcj
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24
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25
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pr
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26
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helpo
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27
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repl
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28 It's a good thing the world is spinning. If it weren't,
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29 the days would be far too long...
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30 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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31
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32 Albania? Curious, the style seems vaguely familiar. It will be
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33 interesting to see what developes....
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34
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35 Mohammed Wassir
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36 <The Mystified Albanian>
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37
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38 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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39
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40 !^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!
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41 I sit and listen to the music, my thoughts drifting randomly.
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42
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Thinking of things past and things to be. Life and Death,
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43
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Time and Space. Reality is strange, life bizzare. Infinity
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44
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and Futility. Warm and Cold, Young and Old, the story of life
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45
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continualy retold...
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46
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47
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M.E.B.
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48
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!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!
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49 FLIEG ZEPPELIN, FLIEG!
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50 FLIEG UNT ENGLAND!
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51 DESTROY WIS LONDON BRIDGE!
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52 FLIEG ZEPPELIN,FLIEG!
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53
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54
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55
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56 ---THE COUNT'S LAMMENT
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57 010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010
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58 All: the 'cipher' msg on DB (with the 01 border) is *not* from me. As
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59 has been stated before NET no longer posts cipher to this board. Any
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60 ciphertext purporting to be from a member of NET is *bogus*!
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61 ///: I did read Mr. Michael's signature, what I was referring to was
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62 the *previous* posting... And if I say that I haven't had time or
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63 have not gotten around to it, it means JUST THAT! Not that it was too
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64 hard (or that I was too dumb).
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65 Why don't *you* enlighten us by translating it? (of course if it is
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66 enciphered in the same manner as the signature then it is a trivial
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67 exercise)(No, I haven't bothered going back to check yet...)
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68 010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101
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69
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70 What in the heck is "NET" anyway??
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71 Could it be some sort of club like the
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72 Dark Farce that was crashing billboards about a year or so ago????
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73 +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_
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74 ###################################################################
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75 ###################################################################
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76 It seems that this billboard is not as full and active as
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77 I remember it......
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78 Must have been purged just recently!!!...
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79 ###################################################################
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80 ######################################################################
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81
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82 <^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^>
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83 To the person who wondered if the system had been purged recently,
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84 BWMS uses two disk drives to operate on. The first disk, DA, is the one
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85 each new caller is placed on. The second disk is where old disks are put
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86 once they are just about full, and it is called DB. DA and DB are
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87 commands in BWMS, just as EN, TO, BO, UP, and DO are commands. You can
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88 switch between the disks to see what has gone by recently!
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89 The miracle of (smirk) modern computing!
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90 <^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^><^>
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91
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92 NET does not crash systems. For those who do not know, NET used to
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93 find the names of people who would vandalize the open nature of BWMS
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94 and ask them to stop. The members did employ some intricate means and
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95 sly methods to figure out who was who. In becoming so sophisticated at
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96 figuring out who was who, they found they had a better handle on what
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97 was going on than other users. Enthusiastic about their skill, they
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98 started to write stories. Their stories were spy stories, although
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99 each had written some parts of stories to do with the Inn before. For
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100 the most part, NET has vanished. You might suppose they either tired
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101 of deducing who was whom, or they might have tired of writing the
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102 stories, but most of all, their encoded notes might have gone on to
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103 more secret routes of exchange.
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104 Suffice it to say, the time when NET had anything to do with BWMS
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105 is over. I dare say the larger number of the NET operatives, and of
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106 BakcWater users in general, wish the subject would remain unspoken of
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107 for a long time. In keeping with these wishes, could you please not
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108 broach the sucject any further?
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109 Thanks in advance,
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110 Peripheral Vision.
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111
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112
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113 HOW TO DRAW A BALL
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114 Simple and Common
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115 A ball is the simplest solid. It has the minimal surface for a given volume
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116 and it can be specified by one location (centre) and one length (radius).
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117 It is the fundamental shape of almost all large objects in the universe,
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118 such as the sun, moon, and stars. We begin as a ball, we live on a ball,
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119 and a ball is one of the earliest and commonest toys.
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120 Hard to Draw
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121 Notwithstanding its simplicity and ubiquity, a ball is quite hard to draw.
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122 This is because our drawing techniques are essentially linear. We can
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123 easily represent profiles (outlines) and sharp edges by lines, but curved
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124 surfaces are something of a problem. Their varying light and shade call for
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125 some additional tonal variation in the representation, such as hatching or
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126 painting.
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127
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128 00:21:17 4-20-86 (h.-j.)
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129 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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130 The old woman walked slowly out of the pond, shivering violently as
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131 the cool breeze dried the water clinging to her body. She was
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132 resenting everything about this persona--its aches and pains, time-
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133 worn features, and tired thoughts. It was especially difficult to
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134 return to it after the pleasant, lazy days she had spent at the
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135 temple, chasing rodents and sleeping in the sun.
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136 She climbed the bank and looked under the willow tree for the
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137 clothing she had left there. The twinge of pain she felt in her back
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138 when she bent over was the deciding factor. I will not remain in this
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139 persona, she thought. I don't care if it's dangerous to change again
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140 so quickly, I have done it before and it didn't kill me. Enough time
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141 has passed, it should be safe to become the dancer again. I'll go
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142 back to that Inn and maybe this time I will find someone to take me
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143 off-world to a new destination.
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144 She stiffly moved into a cross-legged position on the clothing,
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145 and cleared her mind. She prefaced the invocation of Hobeth with a
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146 prayer. "Hobeth, Goddess, First of All, please look kindly upon your
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147 daughter. Her actions this day are not undertaken lightly. They are
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148 not meant as an abuse of the power which you bestowed upon her, but
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149 are done that she may continue to enjoy the rich and varied life which
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150 you have provided." So saying, she began the vows of the shape-
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151 changers and entered into the trance of transformation.
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152 Her preparations were swiftly accomplished since she did not have
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153 to envision a new destination, just the various aspects of the dancer
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154 persona. She felt the long hair sliding across her shoulders and down
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155 her back, the sure and graceful movements of the trained body, and
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156 heard the quick-silver laughter of dancer's exuberant spirit. She was
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157 ready.
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158 She arose slowly and walked back into the water she had so
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159 recently left. Just a few seconds after the white hair disappeared
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160 from sight under the water, it seemed to reappeared, heading back
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161 towards the shore. But if anyone had been observing the scene, they
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162 would not say that the two people had anything in common other than
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163 gender and hair color. The woman walking out of the water had long
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164 white hair which hung down and covered but did not completely obscure
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165 the voluptuous contours of her upper torso. Her legs were long and
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166 well muscled, and she moved with the grace of a trained athlete.
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167 This time she barely noticed the breeze drying her skin. She
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168 felt vital and full of life, anticipating her next destination and the
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169 people she would meet along the way. When she got to the pile of
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170 clothing she looked at it with distaste. It might have been adequate
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171 for the crone, but to the dancer it looked like a bundle of rags.
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172 Sighing with resignation, she picked up the clothes and put them on.
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173 Actually this might work to my advantage, she thought. It does make
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174 me look poor and may help to convince someone that I really am in need
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175 of help.
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176 She combed her fingers through her wet hair, and pushed into
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177 placed as best she could. Her step was buoyant as she headed back to
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178 the Inn.
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179
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180 Green Eyes (04/20/87)
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181 (* IIIIIIIVVVIVIIVIIIIX (*) IXVIIIVIIVIVIVIIIIII *)
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182 HELP!!!!
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183 I am in need of some graphics. I am looking for square dancing and related graphics for
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184 use on a C-64.
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185 Must be Printshop or Printmaster
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186 compatable.please leave message for Dan.Any and all help will be appreciated.
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187
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188 THANK YOU
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189 --------------------------------------------------------------------------
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190
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191 A note of explanation: To expand on someone`s explanation of the
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192 NET`s activities, let us not forget that they also stalked some regular
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193 users of the Inn also. Their crime? A willingness to contribute and a
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194 desire for privacy. Some of us would like to forget that outrage, but it
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195 is difficult.
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196
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197 --------------------------------------------------------------------------
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198 Bullshit. NET never hassled anyone who left any socially redeeming entry
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199 whatsoever. They certainly did however actively resent anyone who attempted
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200 to claim NET status fallaciously.
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201 A Devotee
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202 --------------------------------------------------------------------------
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203 mike may i use the replace line or delete line feature of the diskwriter?
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204 i now have a complete list of commands & the manual. shall i do a file
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205 compression after deleting a garbled line of mine? i would put the status
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206 back to "enter only" after i am done. i only wanted to do this when i
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207 mess up in entering a message, if it's okay with you.
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208 jim michaels
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209 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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210 -------------------------------------------------------------------------
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211 Devotee: I would beg to differ with you. I know of one person that was
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212 tracked down by the NET. She never claimed NET status, nor did she go
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213 out of her way to do anything against the NET. As I said before, her
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214 only crime was to value her privacy.
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215 -------------------------------------------------------------------------
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216 If you are referring to the lady I think you are, it wasn't NET that went
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217 after her. It was a couple of the more immature *members* of NET. A small
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218 but very important difference.
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219 Certain NET agents *still* have a lot of 'growing up' to do...
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220 ____04/20/87__________Leonard_JD 2446906.6840_________21:25:01_PDT_________
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221 93 days, 7 hours, 34 min, 59 sec
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222 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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223 There periodically comes a time in an individual's life when
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224 a branch in the path we take sits in front of us. A decision
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225 must be made which direction to go. Do we take the left fork or
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226 the right one?
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227 One path was familar, it was a continuation of the very path
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228 I was currently following. But I could no longer see its length,
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229 it was dark and crowded, overgrown with vegitation. The other
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230 path was no better, a haze covered it only a short distance from
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231 where I stood.
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232 I don't know which direction to go. Do I continue to try to
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233 fight my way in the direction I have been going? The way has
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234 been getting rougher and more difficult with each step I take.
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235 It has been a great struggle just to move.
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236 The other path becons to me. It is an easier way. But is
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237 it really? What lies beyond the mists? It does not go in the
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238 direction I have been heading, and if I take this new path I must
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239 abandon my determined journey.
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240 The majestic castle twinkles at me on the distant mountain.
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241 It calls to me to continue my fight, and the brambles and weeds
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242 in the path entangle themselves about my limbs, they stop me and
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243 tell me to go away.
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244 The mists simply present a cold and unknowing wall obscuring
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245 the way. What should I do? I've spent so long stuggling to
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246 achieve the grandure of the castle, with each step I think that
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247 things must get easier soon. And with each step it only becomes
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248 more difficult, more distant.
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249 Should I give up? Should I stop trying to reach a goal that
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250 only seems to slip away further the closer I try to get? And
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251 what of the other path? I know nothing of it, I know not where
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252 it leads. I don't even know if it leads anywhere. For all I
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253 know, it could stop dead just around that bend. Or is it even a
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254 path to anywhere? I don't even know that. I don't even know if
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255 it is a path at all.
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256 The way I have been traveling has become so difficult that
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257 anything less difficult is an alternate path. And still there is
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258 that feeling in my breast that the way may become easier in only
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259 a short distance, that all I have to do is stick it out.
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260 But to what end? I'm not even sure if I know the original
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261 reason for following this path now. Only my destination has
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262 offered a guiding influence, a glistening light to show the way.
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263 But I don't know what I'll find when I get there or why I want to
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264 go there anymore.
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265 Warmth, security, happiness, merryment, friendship,
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266 knowledge, faith, all things we look for. But is this the reason
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267 for the path I have followed for so long? Is this what I expect
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268 to find? Is it even there to be found?
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269 Should I turn away, let the dark forest have its way? Stop
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270 this seemingly endless trek that goes on and on? Should I turn
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271 aside and travel a different path?
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272 I wish I knew what to do. I wish I knew what was the best
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273 course. I wish I knew...
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274 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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275 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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276 that encoded text i sent was...
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277 "i have a ten line program for this if you want it"
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278 that's all. simple(ton) isn't it?
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279 shouldn't there be someone on this board with the name...
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280 da da da dah da dahhhh
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281 SUPERLURKER!!!!
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282 JIM MICHAELS]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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283 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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284 by the way, here's the code i was talking about:
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285 5 rem encode text by alternate position coding
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286 10 line input a$
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287 20 l=len(a$)
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288 b$=""
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289 40 if l mod 2 then a$=a$+" ":l=l+1
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290 50 print chr$(34);a$;chr$(34)
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291 60 print chr$(34);
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292 70 for x=0 to l/2-1
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293 80 b$=b$+mid$(a$,x+1,1)+mid$(s$,l-x,1)
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294 90 next
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295 100 print b$;chr$(34)
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296
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297
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298
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299 5 rem decode text by alternate position decoding
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300 10 line input a$
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301 20 l=len(a$)
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302 30b$=""
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303 40 if l mod 2 then print "user error: text length not right. try again.":goto 10
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304 50 print chr$(34);a$;chr$(34)
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305 60 print chr$(34);
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306 70 for x=1 to l step 2
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307 80 b$=b$+mid$(a$,x,1)
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308 90 next
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309 100 for x=l to 1 step -2
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310 110b$=b$+mid$(a$,x,1)
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311 120 next
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312 130 print b$;chr$(34)
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313
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314
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315
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316 if you wonder what "line input a$" is, it is like "input a$" except that
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317 it accepts commas, colons, quotes, etc.
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318 told you it was simple. the "mod" statement can also come in handy...i.e.
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319 input a$:for x=1 to len(a$):m=asc(mid$(a$,x,1))
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320 m=m+1
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321 30 if m>255 then m=m-256:goto 30
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322 b$=b$+chr$(m):next
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323
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324
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325
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326 could become...
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327
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328
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329 oops, i noticed a mistake. "m=m+1" should be "m=m+x"...
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330
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331
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332
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333 input a$:for x=1 to len(a$):b$=b$+chr$((asc(mid$(a$,x,1))+x) mod 255):next
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334
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335
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336 i wonder what would happen if i mixed all he encoding schemes together that
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337 are known to man up to this day... would it be possible?
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338 jim michaels
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339 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
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340 wouldn't make any difference for me at least.
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341 ENTER MODE
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342 My God, are those lines all carriage returns?
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343 ^C
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344
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>off
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345 FILE OFF
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NO CARRIER
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346 My understand of this 'net' stuff is that 'net' was merely a fictional spy
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347 organization that several backwater writers shared as a common demoninator
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348 for stories that appeared on this board. It was not a hunt-down twits
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349 organization. The meetings of net writers were to discuss story-lines, not
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350 home phone numbers and addresses of undesirable backwater users. A couple
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351 people alligned themselves with 'net' who were not part of the normal
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352 group that got together and wrote stories. This un-named (we all know who
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353 it is) lady who says she was persecuted by net was in fact bothered by one
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354 of the individuals who called themself a member of the net, but was in fact
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355 never a 'member', if there was ever such a thing. Repeated messages of
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356 explanation to this lady were ignored. Repeated requests, once the situation
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357 was known, to the others to cease were also apparently ignored. Once again,
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358 a few bad apples spoil the who bunch. Net was devised as an informal
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359 writing basis. Some people have a real problem differentiating reality from
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360 fiction, and there the problem exists. Net used code to transfer information
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361 to other people who knew how to decode. The code was fun to play around with,
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362 and was never intended to insult or harm. The code did not contain secret
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363 information on people. Many messages were like 'I am planning on going to
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364 _____ and try and find Leroy McKane' and other such story plans. Some
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365 people want to find the worst in everything, so naturally something as
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366 comparatively organized as the net writers were targets. It is too bad that
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367 insecurity can cause such untruths to be written. Do not confuse the actions
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368 of peripheral characters with the mainline net writers. This is simply not
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369 correct. Besides, would you rather have Rajneesh Dangerfield walking the
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370 streets of Portland with his green followers causing havoc?
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371
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372 A Net Historian
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373 ______________________________________________________________________________
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374
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375 jim michaels.
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376
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377 TO WHOMEVER: THANKS FOR THE BBS NUMBERS. I AHVE ALREADY
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378 TRIED SEVERAL OF THEM
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379
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380 :::::::O O:::::::04/21/87::::::::::voyeur::::::::::15:07:10:::::::O O:::::::::::
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381 ()(()()()(()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
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382 Mr. Michaels, would you PLEASE keep source code to boards such as net.source
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383 where others might give care? No one asked for the code, and if they do in
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384 the future, please send it through some other means.
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385 Reply to: /dev/null
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387 V2V
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388 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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389 Just a quick comment on confusing reality and fiction: It is hard to distinguish
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390 between two items that are essentially the same.
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391 [][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][]
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392 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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393 Zephlyrk.
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394 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====
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395 ____04/21/87__________________JD 2446907.6889_________21:32:02_PDT_________
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396 92 days, 7 hrs, 27 min, 58 sec
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397 until I stop counting down and get on with my life.
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398 //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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399 ############################################################################
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400 I was floating in a dark featureless nothing. I seemed to remember that
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401 there was something else, an old vine covered building that I had aquired
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402 and inhabited so many years before. Or was it... I'm not sure. Do I exist?
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403 Do I have a body? I thought that I did, but now I am not sure. How long have
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404 I been here? Is this all only a dream? Or is this my real state and the rest
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405 has been my dream? Which is real?
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406 .....Eons float by as I ponder my thoughts.....
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407 Reality is what you make of it. There is the reality of the physical world,
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408 of rocks and dirt, of green grass and flowering trees, of a blue sky adrift
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409 with fluffy white clouds. Then there is the reality of the mind, the other
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410 images we create inside. Are these any less real? Maybe, and maybe not. But
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411 in the minds eye they are real enough, overlaying the real world of rocks
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412 and trees and sky. We each tint our own glasses through which we see the
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413 world. The physical world doesn't change, it is the same for everyone, but
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414 what we make of it is created in the mind.
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415 .....created in the mind.....
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416 As I drifted in thought, that phrase kept eching over and over...created in
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417 the mind... and following it but never catching up was a witch on a broom
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418 Which broom? What room? The song birds started to croon. A cat without a
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419 smile was being chased by a smile without a cat. And the musical spheres all
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420 tinkled with joy. The nothingness I floated in felt blue, but sounded far
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421 too tart to have much of an aromma. A pair of red shoes clicked to
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422 themselves about home being noplace. A winged white horse grazed lazily on a
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423 green cloud...
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424 .....Chaos surrounded me, yet through it I began to see a hammering and
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425 pounding, I began to feel the outlines of what sounded like a door. I
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426 reached out towards it, my hands touched a glowing line and the colours
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427 began to quiet down. The presence of the doorway gave me an anchor, a focal
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428 point around which to organize my thoughts. I reached out and felt along its
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429 length searching for a way through. I found an edge and began to pull, but
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430 it would not budge. I raised my hand and formed it into a fist and began to
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431 pound on the door. A hammer appeared, and I grabed it and used it to try to
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432 force the door. The chaos around me began to become more chaotic if that
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433 were possible. Things were spinning around me faster and faster. This action
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434 caused the very substance around me to begin to glow with the heat of the
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435 energy it created. I redoubled my efforts and pounded all the harder.
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436 ############################ The Innkeeper #################################
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437 To be continued.....
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438 ----------
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439 XXXXXX: Take the path with the castle. It really *is* worth the trip.
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440 It certainly will not get any easier though, only shorter.
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441 Mr. Michaels: If you mixed all the different codes known to man, I somehow
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442 doubt that anyone would decode it, or would they?
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443
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444 submission to net.flame
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445 I don't wish to stifly any creative interests here or cause writer unrest,
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446 but I get sick of stories that start out with abstract garbage, like:
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447 I was floating, yet dandeloins substance drifted through consciousness...
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448 Stuff like that is nothing more than pure garbage. I realize writing is
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449 also perhaps a process of mimicry, but please folks, do not mimic any
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450 writers on this board, they're all amateurs. Never has confusing
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451 abstract conglomeration of words substituted for a good plot and
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452 fine story-telling.
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453 ch/stifly/stifle/etc...
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454 ----------XJK
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455 Dandeloins? Is that anything like Peopleloins?
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456 WHO CARES?
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457
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458 '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
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459 Darkness, then light slipping between closed eyelids. I can't open
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460 my eyes. Is this death? Life? Infinity? EternitY? Forms and shadows
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461 dance is vari-colored twirlings casting lines across a deep, undisturbed
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462 sleep.
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463 Then coughing, loud coughing. My lungs ache. Is it me? Light grows
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464 in intensity. What is this light? What is this coughing? Faint tactile
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465 response slams in back and I feel...what? Noises and sounds send my head
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466 reeling backwards.
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467 Confusion, inertness and I'm swimming in a sea of red. Strong salty
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468 air laps up the shore and sends black sand flying to slice through the air
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469 like a hook.
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470 My eyes remain closed. They will not open...closed? Dizziness and
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471 then, awake. It is like coming from darkness with light above and breaking
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472 the surface in one elegant gesture that beckons.
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473 All blurry forms and then back down to darkness...forever. It is
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474 death, life, infinity and eternity in one small twitching package.
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475 '''''''''''''''''''' VST '''''''''''''''
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476
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477 ********************************************************************************
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478 *******************************************************************************
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479 ********************************************************************************
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480 you know that it may also just be a very,very bad hang over.
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481 but then again who knows.i wouldn't know spending only six
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482 months being totaly blind due to a gunshot wound to the head
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483 area.
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484 CLETUS
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485 ********************************************************************************
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486
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487
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488
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489 ################################################################################
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490
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491
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492 SPACE,TIME,A REALM BEYOND
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493 A SOUL,IN DARKNESS,CRIES OUT
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494 TO BRIDGE A BREECH BETWEEN
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495 THE CONCIOUS,UNCONCIOUS;
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496 MIND AND SPIRIT;
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497 LOGIC AND EMOTION
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498 PIERCING THROUGH THE VOID IT TRAVELS
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499 SHATTERING SILENCE
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500 REOPENING WOUNDS UNREMEMBERED
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501 A CLEANSING,SEARING PAIN TO REMIT AND REPENT
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502 A REGRESSION TO AWARENESS AND HUMANITY
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503
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504
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505 COREY A. SMITH
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506 (aka CLETUS or SAINT)
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507 04-21-87 0202hrs
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508
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509 ################################################################################
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510 We regret to inform you that your payment is overdue. Please remit or
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511 repent.
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512 .-=-.-=-.-=-.wuffalyrk.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.-=-.
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513 hay mike do you have some of the teck modems kits??
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514 if so we want two.
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515 |wuffa|n.keep|pdx|sage|
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516 ONE WOULD HAVE TO DECIDE WHAT THE PAYMENT WAS BEFORE DECIDING TO REMIT,
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517 REPENT,OR SIMPLY DIE.
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518 SAINT
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519
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520 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
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521 Listen folks, onr[De of the things that make up my fond memories of the Inn
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522 is the acceptance of the creative urges of the other pseudoresidents and the
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523 CREATIVE commentary of the stories placed herein. " Don't copy the styles of
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524 the writers on this board, they're all amateurs" hardly sounds constructive
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525 to me. If that seems to be the way that some of writers currently wish to
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526 express themselves, then for Pete's sake (or their own, or anyone's) let them.
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527 If you consider it lousy writing, then offer constructive criticism of keep
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528 your mouth shut and hope they get better, which they probably will IF ALLOWED
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529 THE ROOM TO GROW. I'm off my soapbox now.
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530 PS: It's "nice" to know what happened to the NET. I was wondering...I missed
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531 them.
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532 /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/Luingil\/\/\/\/\/\/\/(IHateSunshine!)\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
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533
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534 A.I.R. looking for ProHaw.
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535 4/22/87 4:13pm
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536 1+1=4 4+4=6 thanks R.B.F.
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537
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538 GO DUCKS!!!
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539 Hello fello modem users. I recently aquired a bbs of my very own. Now for the bad news,
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540 its not IBM MS-DOS compatible for uploads and downloads but it works for commodore syst
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541 ems just fine. IBM users(and compatible clones) are welcome to share in all else though
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542 . Call 503-255-xxxx Portlanders its a local call! Its 300/1200 24/7 Dating/Storyboard.
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543 The name I have given it is The Outer Galaxy ! Thanks for the AD Mike.
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544 Its free after registration check.(to keep the kiddies restricted.) The price is reason
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545 able! If you are bored some day just jot the number down and give me a call.
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546 KEN EBOSH (Sysop)
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547 *****************************************************************************
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548 Actually, there is little argument that the "I was floating in a featureless
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549 space" line could be a bit better, it it right up there with "It was a dark
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550 and stormy night". But on the other hand, I wouldn't consider it "garbage"
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551 The basic premiss is hardly new and has been used by many authors.
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552 The problem here is an attempt to flex writting muscles and express ideas
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553 in front of others in order to refine it into soemthing that works.
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554 The passage I wrote actually was intended to leave the reader confused
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555 and questioning. Its purpose was to develope a sense of chaos with the
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556 reader, to tune in on that. While the structure was a bit crude, I think that
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557 it achieves that purpose if you are the sort who doesn't mind reading
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558 drafts and observing the works of someone trying out new ideas. That is
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559 what I enjoy about this system and continue on here, perfection I can get
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560 by picking up a book and reading it, but here I can see the very ideas
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561 behind those books in the making. I can see budding authors and weekend
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562 writters flexing their minds and pens. This is where creativity starts,
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563 and that's the best thing about BW as far as I am concerned, to see the
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564 occasional glimpse of wheat amongst the chaffe and to know that it is
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565 real and new and spontanious, not dragged out of some formula for writting a
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566 story or gone over so many times by so many people that the edges are
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567 worn off. It is raw, uncut, a diamond in the ruff. That is what makes
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568 it exciting and worth it all. OK, so maybe you don't understand it,
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569 but at least it is a heck of a lot cheaper than a lot of other hobbies!
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570 ##################### The InnKeeper ####################################
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571 ____04/22/87__________________JD 2446908.7173_________22:12:54_PDT_________
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572 91 days, 6 hr, 47 min, 6 sec
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573 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]
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574 Well put, sir Innkeeper. Now on with the story.
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575
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576 I sat back on my chair, holding a large bratwurst on pumperknickel,
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577 and looked around. Something was amiss, but I could not put my
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578 finger on it.
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579 There she was, the enigma. A very young, strikingly attractive,
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580 woman. Dressed in rags. But familiar rags. The old fortune
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581 teller's rags.
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582 I touched the Philosopher's arm. "I think something is going on here,
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583 my friend. Look at that young lady, the one by the fire. Do those
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584 clothes look familiar?"
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585 My friend looked across the room, and a look of puzzlement and fear
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586 crossed his noble features.
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587 [][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] Friar [][][][][][][][][][][][]
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588 V2V
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589 +++++++++++ busy, busy, busy... ++++++++++++++++ Milchlurk +++ 4/23/87@12:52am
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590 very very very GOOD!!! keep on lurching. I'm enjoying IT.
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591 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi
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592
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593 "Stop making that horrible noise!" Cragmore growled. The grating noise
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594 continued. "I said..." he stopped when he realized what the sound really
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595 was. A moth fluttered around the Inn's fire, the sound from it's wings
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||
596 magnified several magnitudes by Cragmore's hungover senses. "Ohhhh."
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597 Standing up, and witnessing a spectacular light show on the back of
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598 his eye-lids, the local psi-specialist shook the drink-induced slumber from
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599 his body. "Ahhhh."
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600 "I've got to come up with a better way to shield my mind from all these
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601 people's thoughts" he said to himself. "Rum and ale simply have too many side
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602 effects."
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603 It was late afternoon, he could tell by the shadows cast from the light
|
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604 through the high window above the Inn's front door. Several regulars sat
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605 about in usual repose, talking, drinking, pondering. "Pondering!" Cragmore
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606 thought to himself. "The ponderable door!" He looked, and sure enough, the
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607 door still stood. "Of course it's still there. I've only been slumped at
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608 my table for.... Oh damn. But the door."
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609 With great deliberate motions, Cragmore moved away from his table
|
||
610 and towards the door. He tried to shut out the immense pounding in his
|
||
611 head, the the roar of his feet moving across the floor. "Uhhh."
|
||
612 The curtain put up by the Innkeeper had been moved away. Cragmore
|
||
613 recalled that some stranger had thrown aside the cover when someone else
|
||
614 seen the door suddenly begin to glow. The door was covered with a thin,
|
||
615 sticky covering, which Cragmore jabbed with the ring finger of his right
|
||
616 hand. The cover gave but did not break. Removing his finger, the cover
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||
617 returned to its original shape. In a moment, all trace of the poke was
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618 gone.
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619 "Does anyone know what this blasted stuff all over the door is?" he
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620 asked aloud. In his mind, he heard a dozen 'huhs?', but no one spoke aloud.
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||
621 "Well, has everyone suddenly lost their tongue?"
|
||
622 "We are tired of the door." someone towards the back of the Inn said.
|
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623 "Yeah, who cares about the door. It's been covered like that for three
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624 days. We tried to remove the stuff, but it just uncrumples itself. We even
|
||
625 tried dousing it with 'Zilla ale, but it didn't do any good, and made a
|
||
626 stain on the floor." the replacement innkeeper said. Sure enough, Cragmore
|
||
627 saw the spot on the floor where some of the wood had been eaten away by the
|
||
628 ale. "I drink that stuff!" he gulped to himself.
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629 PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi CRAGMORE PsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSiPsIpSi
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