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20 . . . . . . . and so on
21 At the top, with nothing to say. How pathetic, but normal. -Tanya
22 . . . . . . . I guess I messed up the first one
23 """"""""""""""""""Soli...
24 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Milchlurk
25 Tanya: Messed up the first what?
26
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28 The Inn seemed cold and dark. The fire in the hearth had been
29 allowed to go out, and the cold wind blew eddies of dust about the
30 floor. The Innkeepers footsteps echoed off the walls as he crossed the
31 floor. Pulling the worn curtain aside checking the backrooms for
32 patrons, but no one was there either. No notes to fellow travelers and
33 friends tacked to the back wall. No cheery shouts of joy lost in revelry
34 celebrating past adventures. Only empty scared tables and a golden
35 locket to remind him of times past. Where had all those brave souls
36 gone?
37 Where were the brave knights, the fair maidens? Where were the
38 wizards, echantresses, and dabblers of the art? The merchants and
39 travelers and friends of old?
40 Returning to the hearth, he threw a couple of logs on the grate,
41 and with a handful of kindling and a candle, started the fire going
42 again. Maybe some weary traveler or old friend would have need of it's
43 warmth. Winter seems to always take its toll of friends. Pulling a
44 chair up near the newly built fire, the Innkeeper settled back to read a
45 book and wait. For the door was always unlocked for those who sought
46 entrance.
47 ########################### The Innkeeper ##############################
48 Ted Takes a Trip
49 part 2
50
51 While driving through the city traffic to the Pickwick,
52 which was of course still many miles away since the air porter
53 had to drop of other passengers at different locations all far
54 from the Pickwick, Ted had more time to contemplate. Instead he
55 stared out the window as the wonder of the city unfolded before
56 him. San Fran sure was big. It was a lot bigger than
57 Enterprise. Of course Enterprise is pretty small, only a couple
58 thousand folks live there. Enterprise is most famous for its
59 Boy's single A football team, and for being named after a ship in
60 that sci-fi show, even though Enterprise the town was around long
61 before Enterprise the space ship. But San Fran, what a city! All
62 the street signs have funny writing on it, oriental like. And the
63 buses don't make any sound, they're electric. They get their
64 power from those wires that are strung out above the
65 street. Passing through a residential area, Ted got a look at a
66 typical San Fran house. It was like looking at a rainbow, every
67 house was a different color; pastels, strong primaries, no two
68 alike. They reminded Ted of fir trees, so tall and thin, they
69 looked like mansions from the outside. Ted didn't know anything
70 about the insides. People everywhere, even at this hour. People
71 walking, stopping, talking, looking, shopping, eating, so many
72 people.
73
74 The driver told Ted to get ready, that the Pickwick was
75 coming up. The streets were a little grimier in this section of
76 town. And the vagrants; the sheriff ran them out of town in
77 Enterprise, but Ted had seem them before in trips to Boise and
78 Portland. They were all over the place here, and since it was
79 sunny, the drifters had shed most of their multi-layers of
80 clothing. Ted didn't think too much about this as he stepped off
81 the porter onto the sidewalk in front of the Pickwick Hotel. He
82 thanked the driver, who looked a little funny at him, slammed to
83 sliding door shut, and sped off leaving a cloud of foul smelling
84 exhaust fumes in Ted's direction. Ted shrugged, and taking in the
85 sights around him, gazed at his new home for the next three
86 days. To Ted at least, the Pickwick didn't seem like to bad of
87 place. It reached up into the sky before him, at least ten
88 stories high. That would make it the biggest building in all of
89 Enterprise, and here in San Fran is was just another hotel. The
90 building looked rather old, the architecture seemed just a bit
91 out of place next to some of the other buildings Ted had seen
92 during his ride through town. The corners of the building all had
93 intricate sculptured work, and it looked like there were some
94 words next to the fancy workings, about 8 floors up, but Ted
95 couldn't make out what the words said. The sight of Ted staring
96 up at the Pickwick must have been a comical sight, because soon
97 Ted was no longer standing alone, several people had joined him,
98 and they were all looking up too.
99
100 Jane Smith
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102 I am so sorry for the mistakes. As I look back I see a to that should be
103 a too, and an of that should be an off, and a to that should be a the. I'll
104 try to be more careful next time. Thanks!
105 jsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsj
106 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
107 WHATS THIS? I STEP OUT FOR A FEW DISKS AND EVERYTHING IS CHANGED, EVEN MY NAME
108 IS UPSURPED. I GUESS NOTHING IS SACRED HERE. I THINK THAT I WILL ENTER THE QUOTE COMPETITION, THOUGH
109
110 QUOTE OF THE DAY:
111 WHEN THE POOR GIVE TO THE RICH, THE DEVIL LAUGHS. (THIS PUTS ME IN MIND OF
112 THE OREGON LOTTERY)
113 +++++++++++++00000001TED+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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116
117 I picked a pound of thistledown
118 And put it in a basket.
119 Then I cut an old pine tree
120 And fashioned me a casket.
121
122 I gabbed a rick and smashed the clocz
123 And threw time in a bucket,
124 Then lay back to dream awhile;
125 From there gn in I'd luck it.
126
127 I tried to play most every day
128 And hear the sound of lauther;
129 Figgered I'd just live awhile,
130 Not worry 'bout what's after.
131
132 For many years I cried round tears
133 And smiled when things were rosy.
134 I just flgated in life's breeze
135 And never got too nosy.
136
137 Then came that morn when oaths were sworn
138 And I noined in the party,
139 Angels whispered in my ear:
140 It's over w; laugh hearty
141
142 Old Mr. Big reined in his rig
143 And shook his powdery locks;
144 Then he turned the daylight out
145 And I ke up here in this box.
146
147 inmate 557
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149 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\34
150 Damn him! Why did he have to be so stubborn? And why did she care so much, anyway? Will was still on shift, and
151 Tariya sat alone in his apartment, thinking.
152 When she had walked out on James, she had truly intended to never see him again. Half an hour later, her resolve
153 wasn't nearly so strong. A strange longing developed, and she became increasingly nervous. Was he all right? What was
154 he doing now? She wanted to know.
155 At the beginning she hadn't especially cared for him. He seemed shallow, crude, irresponsible. As time went by, she
156 learned she was only partly right. He had scars that ran deep, and he covered those scars by being constantly
157 insulting and on the defensive. He never said that but she had gleaned this from their talks. His life had been a long
158 series of hurts and dissapointments. Maybe he was entitled. Maybe.
159 The incident with the gun was something else. There was no excuse for it. In the end, however, he had been the one
160 who had paid. In blood. After her initial anger had cooled she realized this. He had risked his life to save her
161 twice. He had protected and comforted her when she lost hope. Probably he had done it out of guilt, rather than for
162 any other reason. There had been times, though, when she wasn't so sure.
163 Oh, damn it all! Maybe she should just go back to Kadan. Any desire to do more adventuring had been worn out a long
164 time ago. But the thought of going home alone held no appeal at all. Why? The answer was simple, honest, and sitting
165 right there in front of her, but every time it came up, she would deny it in her mind, in her heart. It had to be
166 something else.
167 And if he cared, where as he? He knew exactly where she was staying, and there was nothing to keep him away. If he
168 showed up right now to apologize, she would accept it without question. Even if he didn't apologize, she'd probably
169 still forgive him. But, she decided, he had to come to her. She wasn't going begging to him.
170 Two hours later...
171 Well, maybe not begging, anyway. At least she should check up on him. As badly hurt as he was, something could have
172 happened. A spell of location, like the one she used at the Crystal Palace, only not as powerful.
173 She sat cross-legged on the floor, concentrating. The image came much more easily than she expected. A meter wide
174 sphere of golden energy foated in the air in front of her. It shone like a small sun for a second, then cleared,
175 leaving a three-dimensional image, complete with sound.
176 Tariya gasped.
177 The image showed a black box, the size and shape of a coffin. Three men were loading it into the cargo bay of a
178 small warpship. At one side of the picture was a three-eyed alien of a type she had never seen before. He looked like
179 a monster. He was talking to someone she couldn't see. "wE lEAvE In An hOUr. OUr cArgO mUst ArrIvE As qUIckly As
180 pOssIblE. nO OnE mUst knOw Of thIs. NO OnE."
181 The shock broke the spell and the image exploded with a loud bang, making her jump. She sat numbly, trying to make
182 sense of what she saw.
183 Was he dead? Where were they taking him? And dammit, why wasn't there somebody here to take charge? She needed
184 help, fast. Willerd? No, she'd never find him in time. The ship was leaving in an hour, and there would be no way to
185 trace it. Whoever had him would be gone forever.
186 She was on her own.
187 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\not gone yet\\\\\\\\
188 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
189 The winter sky was close and cold. The piper, his plaid wrapped tightly
190 about his shoulders, shivered as the wet branches raked his bare legs
191 between hose tops and kilt bottom. His panting breath made miniature
192 storm clouds that the relative wind of his passage blew back into his face,
193 bringing moisture to his eyelashes. Of course it was condensation, not
194 tears, leaving his cheeks wet, sweat from his exertions explained the
195 salt taste on his lips, didn't it?
196 He stopped a moment and scanned the sky, feeling hemmed in by its nearness.
197 His clenched hand held a large white feather, larger by far than that of
198 any bird with which he was familiar.
199 Nothing. The bare winter branches of the winter-stripped trees wrote
200 unkown runes of natures calligraphy across the cold sky. The silence was
201 complete, no whisper of animal motion, only the rasp of air in his lungs.
202 Defeated, he stood a long moment, then turned to make his way back to the
203 comfort of the inn.
204 Several hours later, the low blocky form of the inn stood before him,
205 its ancient, scarred door the only barrier between him and the hospitality
206 and fellowship within. Shivering and cold despite his prolonged exertions,
207 the piper lifted the latch with one hand and shouldered open the heavy door.
208 After the light of the afternoon, the dimness of the great common room
209 was like momentary blindness. His chilled skin was greeted by the warmth
210 of the crackling blaze in the great hearth, his nose brought him the
211 pungent smell of burning wood where an errant draft had forced a wisp of
212 smoke into the room. He stood for a long moment, grateful for the warmth,
213 waiting for his eyes to adjust.
214 As his eyes grew used to the dimness, the piper noticed the quiet.
215 "Odd," he mused to himself. "No one seems..." he stared around the room,
216 taking in the empty tables. "Where is everyone?"
217 He walked down the low stairs towards the hearth, then became aware
218 of the innkeeper dozing over a book. Walking softly, the piper carefully
219 placed another log on the fire, walked back of the bar and drew himself
220 a mug of the inn's nut-brown ale, blew out the inkeeper's candle that was
221 guttering perilously low, and sat in silence to enjoy the warmth of the
222 fwinter fire.
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224 qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq
225 Jane Smith: A few typos do not affect the gist of your story, which is written
226 much like it (I think) should be. It well describes a small town man awed
227 by the sights and sounds of San Francisco;a bit naive as is to be expected....
228 Please continue. [*=*] DELTA FIVE [*=*]
229 EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON EON
230
231 "Brrrrr!!! It's cold here Parity! And I forgot to pack my long-johns."
232 "Now I told you it would be cold before we left HQ. I told you it would
233 be cold when we were on the plane. Now you see for yourself Fellows. Don't say
234 I didn't tell you so."
235 "Naay, you didn't tell me so!"
236 "So much the child sometimes Fellows."
237 "Ahh, you kw I act that way just to bug you Parity. Sometimes you
238 just have to say, 'What the heck!'"
239 "Over there." Parity pointed to a blue 74 Chevy Nova parked just off
240 the runway. "That is our transportation."
241 "Geez, you would think we would at least get Ram-Tough or something."
242 "Don't fret too much Fellows. We will only be using that car for a
243 couple hours. Remember level two of our visit here to the great white North."
244 "Of course I remember Parity, but it just isn't any fun if I don't
245 get to bitch about something, right?"
246 "Yea, sure, come on."
247 Dhe two agents made their way to the car. It was a standard police
248 vintage Nova with few minor adjustments, the least noticeable of which was an
249 intricate communications system tucked away in the glove compartment.
250 "Nice, real nice," mocked Fellows. But before Parity could admonish
251 him for his sarcasm, the glove compartment comm-link sprang to life. The
252 comm-link's electro-plasmic display went from dark red to a bright pink
253 sprayed with clear white letters.
254
255 NET TRANSMISSION CODE - PLEASE ENTER CLEARANCE VERIFICATION
256
257 Fellows punched in a 10 digit number on the comm-link keypad.
258
259 TRANSMISSION FOLLOWS - EIGHTHBIT/HASSADICAWARE/TRIXASAHRS/
260 LOOKFORBODYBLACKFE2/DELPHI - EOT
261
262 Fellows closed the glove compartment after copying down the text
263 onto a piece of paper. "What do you think that means Parity? This isn't
264 our standard code. Do you think HQ messed up?"
265 "Strike that thought Fellows, and hand me the paper. Our little
266 drive can wait until we figure this strange message out."
267
268 NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE NOE PARITY NOE NOE NOE NOE
269
270 ch/kn/know/Dhe/The/ : Mikey, I put 6 thousandths of a second delay between
271 characters, and I still had collisions/line hits. I realize that normally
272 the inter-character delay won't help, but when uploading here it seems the
273 longer delay I use the cleaner the upload. Any hints?
274 NOE NOE NOE NOE etc...
275
276 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++jest lurkin'++++++++++++++M++++++++++++
277 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Soli
278 {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
279 I just got braces today. Yuck!!!!!!!!!!
280 {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
281 Will Agents Parity and Fellows eher the
282 strange message? Will they ever find DV? Will Pervis continue to wage a journalistic war against someone who has never
283 interfered in his life, and only wants to be left alone? Will DV ever find McKane? Will McKane ever find a safe place
284 to hide from everyone who is looking for him? Will The rascal Albanian ever be heard from again? Tune in later, inngoers
285 because things are about to happen!
286 ................................................................
287
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293 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!
294 This is only a test you see. Not much time or or
295 space outh be consumed with simple little test...
296 Just want to make it clear whether or not this thing
297 will work for me or not. I must know these things.
298 Well, enough of this test...
299 I hope this wasn't an inconvenience.
300 Thank you for your time and patience. -Nom De Sant
301 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!
302 WHAT TEST?
303 ______________________________JD 2446445.5951______________________________
304
305 *******************************************************************
306 NOE: Yes, the long the delay the better if you are having problems
307 with the download the best approach if you can do it is to wait for
308 each character you send to be echoed back to you.
309 The problem is that the character you send is echoed by BW, and if you
310 send another character down the line while the first one is being echoed,
311 they can collide and cause problems on poor phone lines/modems.
312 ************************** CISTOP MIKEY ******************************
313 PAM: Where are you?
314 ***********************
315 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
316 AH YES, CHARACTER PROBLEMS.
317 QUOTE OF THE DAY: THE WAGE OF WORK IS FREEDOM
318
319
320
321 THE PRICE OF WAR IS SLAVERY
322
323 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++000001TED+++++++++++++++++
324 Nicholas Haflinger - now there's a name I've not heard around these parts for some
325 time. Regarding your treatise on the fine art of phreaking, it appears to have
326 been rejected at the highest level.
327 Give my regards to Mr. Makeeson.
328 +Dante-
329
330 "i know its late and i should go to bed
331 but i can't tear away from the night
332 it holds the seed of a memory
333 its true of you
334 oh my god...stop...what did i do? i feel like im in the middle of no
335 where. golly, its so dark down here...help!!!
336 morrissey
337 *********************************************************************
338 How do they do that? All that blank space scrolling down, but not a wasted line (number). Secret commands that only privleged
339 Inngoers are privy to?
340 Cistop Mikey: Pam has been seen at the Blue Parrot.The following is presented by the committee to vindicate the second most
341 hated person on BWMS
342 In my craft or sullen art
343 Exercised in the still night
344 When only the moon rages
345 And the lovers lie abed
346 With all their griefs in their arms
347 I labor by singing light
348 Not for ambition or bread
349 Or the strut and trade of charms
350 On the ivory stages, but for the common wages
351 Of their most secret heart
352
353 Not for the proud man apart from the raging moon I write
354 On these spindrift pages, nor for the towering dead
355 With their nightingales or psalms
356 But for the lovers, their arms round the greifs of the ages
357 Who pay no praise or wages
358 Nor heed my craft or art.
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361 CANDLE
362 Time passes on... perhaps I shall as well. The vail of creativ-
363 ity that once would cover my consciousness is no longer at my command.
364 I continue with my daily routine and constantly wonder if the face of
365 the one that is my preoccupation still thinks of me as often as I do
366 of him.
367 It would be him I'd thank for having made me look at the world
368 with a new vision. It all started with my curiosity as to why he
369 constantly carried around a small writing book and funny colored pen.
370 To my question of why, he would give rise to creation.
371 "It's an escape, I can get away from my classes without really
372 having to leave the room." I've seen him do it before, too. he'd pull
373 out the book and pen and go off into his own little world, scratching
374 notes along the way. I liked the idea; the next day I went out and
375 bought two of those types of books to write in.
376 Since that time we've had a falling out. I didn't write in my
377 book anymore at the time. I'd given up on reminding myself of our
378 dualistic relationship--he meant everything to me but I didn't care to
379 face him anymore. How could things have changed so much since I met
380 him? Back then I couldn't wait 'til next we met, then this transfor-
381 mation...
382 After the falling out, of course, came the lonliness. I eventu-
383 ally came to realize that I missed him, and he told me he missed me
384 too. It was great; it made me feel so relieved. Getting back to-
385 gether was the hardest part, I think we're still working on it a
386 little. The three thousand miles that seperate us isn't helping much,
387 but I still think of him alot.
388 I keep a candle in the window for him, if that matters. We're so
389 far apart, I hope he'll recognize it as time passes. I'll just drink
390 my wine in solitude and pray for that day as I write this...
391 -Nom De Sant
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393 Sorry for the test, just checking the waters...
394 By the way 000001TED, it's "The wage of freedom is work." ! NDS !
395 ______________________________JD 2446446.0585______________________________
396 pppppppppppppppppsittin' and sippin'ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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399 "This Ring, no other, is made by the elves,
400 Who'd pawn their own mother to grab it themselves.
401 Ruler of creeper, mortal, and scallop,
402 This is a sleeper that packs quite a wallop.
403 The Power almighty rests in this Lone Ring.
404 The Power, alrighty, for doing your Own Thing.
405 If broken or busted, it cannot be remade.
406 If found, send to Sorhed (the postage is prepaid)."
407 'Bored of the Rings'
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409 *********************************************************
410 #################################################################
411 Piper: I would respond, but right now my mind is blank, I seem to
412 have lost that creative spark. Nothing comes to mind, it is blank.
413 Sorry. Maybe you can take it on yourself? The entry was simply the
414 preception on how things are, a loss if you will, of times past.
415 Some of the more flamboyant writers seem to be gone. Now it is
416 largly nothing more then shoot 'em up stuff. At least you're still
417 around to lend your input.
418 ########################## The Innkeeper #########################
419 Mr. Predictor on the preceding disk:
420 Not only was your stuff completely unfunny, but your spelling was atrocious and
421 you took up oodles of space with a complete waste of it.
422 Now I understand why you didn't sign your name... at least Purvis does...
423
424 popopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopop popping in poopopopopopopopopopopo
425
426 Damn! It is the tripods again. I thought earth had defeated them, but I can
427 see now that was only an illusion. Tripods, if you ever come my way I will
428 get you, and get you good.
429
430 popopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopopop popping out poopopopopopopopopopo
431
432 Ms Dixon, ignore that blatent unsigned <- attack above. I have seen much worse
433 spelling here, including that anonymous person above. People who live in glass
434 houses shouldn't throw stones, turkey. It was fun to read and a few of the
435 entries showed a little insight on what makes the world go around. As for
436 signing names, I thought Dixon was your name. Now Mr Smarty pants above, what
437 is your sorry excuse?
438 [({})] {([])} ([{}]) [({})] {([])} The Defender ([{}]) [({})] {([])} ([{}]) [({}
439 OH OH, THE BATTLE LINES A DRAWN. IT MODEMS AT TWENTY
440 PACES!
441 SO,,,, WHAT ELSE IS NEW ,,,,,,,, YAWN ,,,,,,
442
443 !##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!##!
444 PLEASE! Stop attacking each other only because you are able to
445 behind the safety pseudonyms have to offer. Actually, I rather
446 the predictions by J.Dixon. They were intended as humorous, and
447 is how (at least) I took it. Lighten up, and don't take things
448 seriously, there are plenty of other things that may better be s
449 worrying over... (I wonder how many of the predicts will come t
450 -Nom De Sant
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453 i am not ashamed... i did nothing shamefull in deciphering
454 the nets... sorry... cipher... and if i did profit... in some
455 whit or whether... from something shamefull... i am sorry it
456 was done...
457 this issue... one of much debate... has tired me... and i
458 feel assured that you are tiring of it also...
459 let it suffice... i entered a single snipet... it erred in
460 the first letter... i do know the rest of the cipher however...
461 and i hope you continue to use it... since it provides some
462 harmless fun sometimes...
463 i am sorry for any misgivings that have resulted... and for
464 one misgiving of my own... which still smoulders in my heart..
465 and might start a fire in my mind... later...
466 so i never made it into net... the kid made it past net... maybe i will...
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470 What is this bloody thing about getting into NET? What is the big deal? I thought is was some group of people who wrote spy
471 stories. I don't see why anyone would be so hot and heavy to get into it. Write yourself in, be an enemy, or leave it
472 alone. Continued comments about smoulders in my heart and fire in my mind make me think you are taking this stuff way
473 too seriously. NET schmet. We don't care to hear the problems about getting into or getting out of. This is a writer's
474 board, please keep it that way, ok?
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476
477 Nom De Sant: I liked that very much. It captured much of what is an
478 unfortunate situation that befalls many of us. Thank you.
479 OftG
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481 Nom De Sant: that was terrific!! Is it true, cecause it reminds me
482 of a very similar situation, except, i got involved with art, and we
483 just broke up a day ago and he's not three thous. miles away....anyway,
484 it's so true to life...sniff snifff....
485 morrissy
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490 A present for my brithers and sisters
491
492 Here's a present you can fit in your pocket
493 or put up on the wall. Or down in the bucket with the trash
494 as an elegant garbage, something over-wrought in its details,
495 like a sand-castle with prisoners in the tower
496 and the tide rising at the end of a hot day.
497 In all that sun, who could blame you if you
498 with your own hands smashed the thing down
499 before the waters could reach it, knowing there's no love
500 in the water, the way it piles on itself to move.
501
502 We've worked on something together for years
503 and didn't even know what it was until it started floating away,
504 buoyed by the sea but about to drown in it.
505 How long can a man swim in water just over his head?
506 How long will he care about himself and want to save it
507 before his mind lulls and offers thoughts that soothe
508 like seaweed around the ankles?
509
510 It was supposed to be a day at the beach.
511 Life was to be harmless.
512
513 richard
514 end
515 A BRIEF DISPOSITION OF THE NATURE OF "THINGS"
516 =============================================
517 .
518 "Things" are just about what they seem to be: ie.
519 "things". "Things", being what they are, seem to be just
520 ecuse they tend to stay that way. If some "thing" were to
521 change, it wouldn't be the same "thing". Every "thing"
522 nges; some "things" just don't change very quickly.
523 Things" have always been that way, and they probably always
524 will. There is really not much you can say about "things".
525 ***
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527 To person above in regard to Pam, actually, it is the last couple
528 of days in question, she has been uncharacteristically quiet since
529 the weekend. Quite unlike her, so it is worrisome. Just wondering
530 if anyone has seen her since the weekend.
531 ************************** CISTOP MIKEY **************************
532
533 hi
534 [--__It has been eons since
535 abort
536 It has been eons since I have called my favorite of all BBS's. In fact, I
537 uld say that this sytem was responsible more than anything else in my getting
538 my own board. It is good to see that nothing has really changed. Since
539 those early days since I first started modeming, I have moved from a small
540 system to a large, 300 to 1200, Floppy to Megabytes.. you get the drift. It
541 is good to slow down and take it all in at 300 baud...
542
543 Sincerly.... General Confusion
544 "OBSERVER" IN ALL THE TIME I HAVE BEEN A BACKWATER REGULAR, I HAVE NEVER SEEN
545 THE LIKES OF YOU. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO ELSEWHERE? BWMS
546 IS A PLACE YOU HAVE NOT GRADUATED TO. IF YOUR DADDY HAD KNOWN THAT WHEN HE
547 BOUGHT YOU YOUR APPLE HE WOULDN'T HAVE. GO AWAY SHELTERED SONNY BOY, AND GROW
548 UP. BWBWBW(#)/..\(#)BWBWBWBWBACKWATCHERBWBWBWBWBW
549 :-]M[-:
550 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
551 Innkeeper: I know full well what you mean about the creative juices not
552 flowing. I've been at a low ebb for quite awhile myself. I'll try to work
553 up something in a day or two. Feel free to mix in or sit it out as the
554 spirit moves you.
555 All: The image of the inn is a consensual reality. If the consensus
556 flags, the image grows thinner and less compelling. Perhaps (and I
557 appeal mostly to the "old-timers") we could re-establish this reality
558 so that the newer folks do not unwittingly violate it. C'mon now folks,
559 what's the use of having a Roman Bath for a rest room if nobody uses it?
560 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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562 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
563
564 Holy Backboard! This place is gettin' a little tense. I'm glad I'm
565 not in the middle of this one.
566 Mohammed Wassir
567 <The Diplomatic Albanian>
568 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
569
570 WHAT IS A ROMAN BATH??????
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572 Piper: Yes, spirit is the problem. One cannot move when they lack the
573 spirit to do so. Sigh... the intertwinning threads of life leave their
574 mark everywhere.
575 ###################### The Innkeeper #######################
576 C'MON /..\(#)BACKSCRATCHERBWBW .... JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A VIC-20 IS NOT
577 GOOD REASON ENOUGH TO BADMOUTH OTHERS. HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT A PERSON IS
578 SHELTERED???? JUST BECAUSE YOU EXPERIENCE IT YOURSELF?????? BAH BAH
579 IF YOU'RE AN OLD TIMER .... TO H--- WITH YOU !!!!!!!GGGGGGG
580 0 0
581 Things are getting bad when American youth can't spell hell.
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586 !!!!!!!! HI YOU STRAIGHT'S !!!!!
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