1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask... 2 ************************* INSTALLED: 28 SEP 85 ********************* 3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator 4 ************************************************************ 5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION 6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM. 7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned 8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public. 9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is 10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which 11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be 12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved) 13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the 14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the 15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace 16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up. 17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system. 18 ************************************************************ 19 20 ALL: Various items for sale: FHR 1200 baud Hayes compatable modem; NEW $250 21 two available. Also have 2ea 96TPI half high Mitsubish 5" drives at $100 ea. 22 In addition, I have five Shugart SA-400 disk drives. Rebuilt and tested 23 for 24 hours on BW (I can't think of a better test). $25.00 each. 5 available. 24 2 pertec 8" disk drives as is $10 each. Two Cartivision video recorders new, 25 in factory boxes includes extra cartriges and documentation $50 for the pair. 26 One IDS serial printer $199. Three spare parts SA-400 disk drives. (One won't 27 read - missing IC, two won't write - something on the logic board, a board 28 swap makes em work) $5.00 each. Buy all 5 good shugarts, and I'll throw in 29 the spare parts drives for free. If you're interested, give me a call at 30 654-xxxx (U.S. Digital) Mike Day. 31 ******************************** CISTOP MIKEY ******************************* 32 33 34 /%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/% 35 Zephyr the rabbit was sitting on his favorite table in the inn, wondering for the thousandth time why nobody 36 liked him. It was really quite beyond his rodent-like, simple little mind. Tears were forming in the corners of his 37 huge eyes at the unfairness of it all. 38 No adventure, no communication, not even a simple hello came his way, but still day after day he stayed at the 39 inn. His mistake. 40 A deep, earthshaking rumbling permeated the building. Glasses rattled in their racks and the few patrons 41 attendant at that hour looked around worriedly. Zephyr looked up and his sensative ears picked up the sounds of 42 machinery over the rumbling. Something huge an terrible was approaching the inn! 43 At last! A chance to show hie worth! He grabbed his bag of magic truffles and hopped off the table and out the 44 door. 45 It was colossal. It was humungous. It was terrible. He ran out of adjectives to describe it. It was a machine, 46 all right, but it was like no machine he ever saw before. It was yellow (gray to him), and for wheels it had two 47 huge cylinders, one in front and one if back. A smokestack belched filth in the air behind it as it rumbled on. In 48 the seat was a man dressed in a black cape and pink polka-dot shorts and army boots, cackling madly and twisting 49 his handlebar mustache. "AtlastIwillhaverevengeonthisplacefordrivingmemad!" he yelled, although Zephyr, of course, 50 could not understand him. 51 The machine bore down on him with frightening speed. The noise, then speed, the sheer SIZE of it was terrifying 52 to the poor rabbit. He did what any rational, brave, thinking being might do in the face of the totally unknown. He 53 froze. The huge front cylinder of the machine loomed over his head, and then all he saw was blackness. 54 Seconds later the steamroller began to slow. Its deisel engine began to cough and sputter. With the front 55 roller less than a foot from the door of the inn, it stopped completely. Out of gas. The madman screamed something 56 about the high cost of deisel fuel as he was dragged away. Nobody noticed, though. They were all gathered around a 57 small red stain on the ground behind the steamroller. A tiny bag of truffles lay nearby. One young woman began to 58 sob uncontrollably and was led away. The innkeeper turned to the crowd and said, "He tried." 59 And so it goes... 60 61 62 MORAL: DON'T TAKE ON A CHALLENGE UNLESS YOU'RE UP TO IT. 63 64 65 /%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/GLOCKENSPIEL/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/%/% 66 okay, that's not too bad a story, especially considering that it was complete and almost humorous. But gee golly let's 67 oops- complete AND almost humorous. But gee whiz and golly let's make 'em 68 shorter and less mysterious. Let's face it all you would-be writers out there, 69 many times the only ones you're entertaining are yourselves... 70 The above story isn't bad, but let's have less of them and more of something 71 more interesting. 72 73 Lesseee.... how 'bout SEX? 74 DRUGS? 75 PROFANITY? 76 THE MOVIES? 77 HOW LOUSY ATARIS ARE? 78 WIFE-BEATING? 79 DOG KICKING? 80 WHETHER REAGAN WILL START WWIII? 81 WHETHER JOHN DELOREAN IS GUILTY? 82 WHETHER TED KENNEDY IS A CLOSET FAG? 83 WHETHER BOY GEORGE REALLY ISN'T? 84 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 85 GEB 86 87 I heartily agree Jose'. I think that an evil government conspiracy set him up 88 and his trying to get him for his past liberalness. They pollute the newspapers 89 against him and make us judge his guilt before it's proven. It's scary, and I 90 think we should all realize how much propaganda we're subjected to. 91 ghdgs 92 ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] 93 94 8888888888888888888888888888888888888888 95 I am new to boardwalking, but I think I am enjoying the experience. I look 96 at this board, because I like the stories. Take the sex, pollitics, and bad 97 words someplace else. 98 99 88888888888888888888PENGUIN8888888888888888888888REMEMBER, DRESS FORMAL888888888 100 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\ 101 I never learned to laugh when I was happy or cry when I was sad. 102 I never learned this form of communication. With society's harsh judgement, 103 crying is forgotten when childhood is lost. But, there is someway to identify 104 the feeling, someway which I never knew. 105 Dark tree limbs reach through the shadow of locked gates. Whipping 106 across my face, the branches sting. Somewhere, within the thick mass of bark 107 a hand is reaching. I only see a child's image of the tree, a child who never 108 learned. The branches are those that scrapped across my window late at night 109 while I lay petrified beneath warm blankets. The branches are knawing at me, 110 trying to help but never to understand or care. 111 My skin yearns for the gentle touch below the bark. But, never to 112 feel the hand's back which scraps me like that on a screen window. 113 Sometimes, I force a laugh to show the trees I feel happiness, or I 114 reveal anger to disguise my pain. Never will some see beyond this calm and 115 emotionless body; never will some see beyond the strained laugh or lash of 116 anger. It's too painful when even a glimpse is caught. 117 And I. Never will I see beyond the wooden armored trees, scratching 118 at my window and tearing at my heart. 119 /\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\ eidolaz /\\/\\/\\/\\ 120 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = 121 elp, whoever you are. 122 My name is T.S. Skill. Some say T.S. stands for trouble shooter, 123 rs say it stands for trouble starter. I'm alone in a small 124 room. From a window I can see across the entire city. the 125 uilding must be about 30 stories high. It looks like I'm in the 126 op story in the highest building in the city, but the room I'm 127 looks ready to fall apart. 128 I'm sitting at a table in the corner of the room writing 129 s message with my electric pen and paper. 130 In another corner of the room there is a coil of rope, a 131 ifle, a pistol, a long knife and a dead body with a hole in his 132 ad... I think I'm in trouble. 133 There is a ledge outside of the window facing North, a door 134 g West and stairs leading down, but there is a lot of noise 135 from the stairs... Help! 136 P.S.: There are a number of marks on my left arm 78 total, in 137 uch a pattern /////////////// I can't remember what they 138 n, but I ////////////// think it's important. 139 //////////////// 140 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = 141 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * T.S. Skill * * * * * * * * * * * * 142 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = 143 144 010101010101010101010101 nothing to report 10101010101010101010101010101 145 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 146 HAVave you seen Sarah Conner? 147 148 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe TerminatorXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 149 The helicopter slowly lifted itself off the ground. The blades whirred-whirred 150 'round and 'round like so much chopped air, the metal frame creaking and groan- 151 ing with an effort that betrayed it's thirty-plus years of service. 152 John sat in the co-pilot's seat, munching on a baloney sandwich. As the ground 153 faded slowly below he glanced down at the teeth marks in the white Wonder bread, 154 they still glistened with his saliva. The mayonnaise gleamed in the bright sun- 155 light, which was growing ever stronger as they surged toward the sky. He thought 156 about that mayonnaise... he had heard a story once, about a man with lots of 157 zits... oh, but that was a long time ago. And he needed to finish this sandwich, 158 he needed there energy for what lay ahead. He took another bite and examined 159 the baloney. Oscar Mayer wasn't it? 160 161 The pilot glanced over, "Oscar who?" 162 John blushed. He realized that his thoughts had been transformed to words with- 163 out his knowing it. 164 165 "Oh, uh, nothing... just thinking aloud." 166 The whirring of the motor above their heads slowed as the pilot eased the 167 chopper down. Below them, lay only the endless blue of the Pacific Ocean. 168 John glanced at the pilot. 169 "I thought we were going to Des Moines?" he asked nervously. 170 The pilot laughed. "Sorry mac, orders are orders." 171 With a quick motion he turned the aircraft on it's side. The seat belt had been 172 slit, and John found himself floating in the air toward the endless blue. 173 Still clutching the sandwich, he looked at it again. "Yes," he thought. "It 174 was Oscar Mayer... and just like this story, they just make so much baloney..." 175 176 And just before he landed he called out, "And my name isn't Mac!" 177 178 But the pilot was long gone. And John was just so much shark bait. 179 180 Moral: Whether dumb short stories have sandwiches in them or not, most of them 181 are full of lots of baloney. 182 183 THE END 184 185 \\\\\\\\\this marker gets no respect\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 186 187 HeLLO. THIS IS MY FIRST MODEM EXPERIENCE 188 I KNOW PRACTICALLY NOTHING ABOUT TELE- 189 COMMUNICATIONS, BUT I KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT 190 COMPUTERS TO GET BY. I JUST WISH I COULD 191 FIGURE OUT SOME WAY TO TURN OF THE LOCAL 192 ECHO. AND, ANYBODY OUT THERE KNOW OF ANY 193 OTHER BOARDS THAT HAVE STUFF LIKE THIS ? 194 WELL, I HAD BETTER GET GOING AND DO MY H 195 OR SOMETHING AND LET SOMEONE ELSE LOG ON 196 197 :-{Glockenspiel: while your story was slightly amusing, your use}-: 198 :-{of another's character wasn't. What you happen to think of }-: 199 :-{someone else's character is irrelevant. You have no right to}-: 200 :-{harm it in any way, much less kill it off. I'll likely take }-: 201 :-{some flack for this, but I feel it needed to be said... }-: 202 :-}Max{-: 203 RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 204 Far be it for me to speak where it is not my place, but I do have a 205 note that requires posting... Those of you that have been counting may 206 know that today would be "0moredays". Well, although there are no more 207 days, there is also no more *****kathyd*****. 208 No, the number of days has had nothing to do with this absence of our 209 outspoken innkling. It's just that some unknown force has removed her 210 means of access to these amazing lands of telecommunication. 211 As another great spokesman said once, we should not equate her 212 absence with death. (So don't.) I, for one, have the utmost in 213 confidence that she shall return to the fold some day... 214 RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Tony Ross RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 215 216 $#$^%&^(&(&)&*^&*%&$%^@^#!^%&^*^(*^((*&*^&%&$&$&^&^*^*&*$*%^*$&$&$&%&^*&*& 217 Mikey:The money is rolling in now. Glad to hear you got the stuff on CIS up- 218 loaded. Sorry I didn't make it out last week, but my latest work for Agency 219 Automation is taking a great deal of time. I will call next week and arrange 220 a time to pick up the new COPYLINK. Also, the PCS is cominh up next week. I will 221 probably see you there too. I will bring some blank disks to give you for the 222 disks that contain all the 'lost' BW archives. Thanks for copying them. 223 Emu: Got it. Will do. Roger. Ok. 224 Jack Ross: Sorry news indeed. Thanks for the relay. But don't worry, we won't 225 kill the messenger. 226 &()#&%#)&#)&#)&#)%&@)#(%&#)%&# L'homme sans Parity %*&@%&@%&@%&@&@#%&@#%(&@ 227 PS To voyeur: September was a happy month, as was most of October. It wasn't 228 until the late teens that the boom fell and the sky darkened and the rains 229 began to fall. 230 !@#$%^&*()(*&^%%$#@!@#$$%^&*()(*&^%$$#@!@#$%%^&*()(**&^%$#@!@#$%^^&&**(*&^%^ 231 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 232 Baloney: The Sequel 233 234 Just before John splattered his intestines all over the Pacific Ocean, he had 235 let go of that baloney sandwich. The sandwich floated down slowly... it was 236 several minutes before it hit the lapping 237 waves. By the time it his the salty water, John was in a hundred pieces. 238 239 The half-eaten sandwich floated lazily amidst the waves. As the water creeped 240 into it's processed grains, it crept lower and lower into the ocean. It grew 241 soggy, and soon, disappeared beneath the waves. 242 243 It wasn't long after that that a bevy of hungry sharks stirred up the waves 244 around John's body. The fed in a frenzy like never before. It was a long time 245 since they'd gotten a body... not since before the Ford administration anyway. 246 Now with the '84 elections over, and the incumbent feeling power like never 247 before, well, they knew their bellies would be fuller than ever. This was just 248 the appetizer, and they fed accordingly. 249 250 Meanwhile, the sandwich floated lazily toward the bottom. It landed gently 251 amidst the swirling sand, pulling softly to and fro with the subtle currents. 252 Soon, a large school of tuna passed overhead, and with one big gulp, one par- 253 ticularly lagre tuna ate it up. 254 255 It wasn't long after that that the school of fish was captured in a rather large 256 net. And the sandwich lay in the tuna's stomach, waiting, condensing, molding, 257 turning into fish poison... 258 259 The pilot sat with the blades whirring. Another victim was coming, the tele- 260 phone man had said to be ready. He mused thoughtfully. Not a bad job. 261 262 He had just finished his sandwich when the man jumped into the chopper. After 263 several pleasantries the helicopter lifted off into the air. 264 265 ... As the pilots body slumped over the controls, and the harried passenger 266 worked to steady it, thankful that he had taken helicopter lessons, the ocean 267 below winked in the sunlight. And as the pilot exhaled his last death rattle, a 268 bit of wonder bread eased out, and dropped onto the floor. The tuna laden bread 269 glistened in the sunlight... and all was well with the world. 270 271 MORAL: If you can't sing outa tuna, don't sing any of that baloney at all.... 272 273 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\GEB\\\\\\\\\\\\\\@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 274 ############################################################ 275 TO: NEW USER 276 FROM: PALOR 277 278 If you had to choose one board to try first, I would recommend 279 the Bit Bucket (254-xxxx). It has the most extensive list of 280 local BBS numbers. It's busy most of the time, but when you do get 281 on download the file BBLOCALS. If you don't have XMODEM, download 282 it as an ASCII file and you can just copy the numbers off the screen. 283 Most BBS have alists of other BBS numbers, so always look for this option. 284 I think the most difficult board to get into would be Le Nerd. 285 You can get onto the system as a guest, but you don't get full priveleges 286 until the SYSOP has your real name and runs a voice check. The only way 287 you can talk to the SYSOP to apply is through chat. On your first time 288 you're not even allowed to leave messages for the SYSOP. 289 Anyway, try out the numbers ME gave you. There aren't many BBS like 290 BWMS, but there are a few good ones out there. 291 ######################Palor############################################ 292 hello out there - is there anyone out there who makes sense, surely there is 293 some one who can speak english?????????????????????????????? 294 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 295 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::nagano 296 Konichiwa Jose'san. Nihongo wataarimasuka. Jya, iijyanai. jyaane. 297 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::nagano 298 299 Is anyone up to an adventure? 300 If so please respond. 301 302 I'm in a glass tube. The door opens. It is a lab of some sort. 303 No one is in here but me. I have no cloths on and my body is 304 covered with some slimy scum. I feel like I have just been born. 305 Looking around I see doors to the North and another to the South. 306 There is a bench along the East wall with a number of chemicals, 307 some surgeon's tools, a note book and a small paper sack. 308 I hear voices in the back of my mind, many voices... 309 including yours. 310 (CRASH!) The North doors burst open and laser fire fills the 311 room. The bottles of chemicals are struck. Acids splash across 312 the table. Other than human creatures come raging through the 313 doorway!... Help! 314 315 ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 316 XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Sorix XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 317 ####################################################################### 318 Tag! Koennen Sie Deutsch sprechen? 319 #####################Der Rot Baron#################################### 320 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 321 Help! I need to get through the smart door! I'm too dumb! Answer quick! 322 ***************************************======================================== 323 **************************************************************************** 324 PONDERANCE 325 From my window, 326 I look out upon the world, 327 And in upon myself. 328 The world I see is a mirror of myself. 329 A world so dynamic, 330 Seems so stable, 331 Or maybe not. 332 So gray is this mirror, 333 Only a maze of shadows I see. 334 What is concreate, fades away. 335 And I topple, as a house sans its foundation. 336 All that I see is not so bleak and confused, 337 That I will not prevail. 338 But with survival goes suffering and pain. 339 My thoughts turn from this and then return. 340 Love will survive if it's not already dead. 341 *************************** Midnight Hacker ******************************** 342 DUH. 343 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 344 It was getting later, in more ways than one. The young man sat, sipping his beer and wondering what to do next. 345 Would he be able to find the adventurers? Should he even try? Odds are it would be another dead end if he did. Maybe he 346 should try another track. It was such a big universe he could look forever and still not find... 347 The table shook slightly and he looked up. A strange figure in a hooded cloak had seated itself across from him. 348 Unseen eyes stared at him from the blackness of the hood. Even before words were exchanged, the young man could sense 349 considerable power in that form. Power maybe nearly as great as his own. Big deal. 350 "Yes," he said politely, wondering what was up now. 351 "You seek the adventurers, do you not?" The voice that issued from the hood was definitely feminine. The figure did 352 not move otherwise, probably to build up a sense of mystery. The young man often wondered why some people had this 353 thing for being unnecessarily cryptic and mysterious. 354 Well, he could play that game, too. "Maybe." He slouched back in his chair, feeling it creak alarmingly under him. 355 "Why?" 356 "Perhaps I can help you. And you, in return, can do something for me." 357 I'll bet I could do something for you, he thought, stifling the images that had sprung up in his mind. Down, boy. 358 Let's be nice. "That's, uh, good. I don't like to accept help from strangers, though. So why don't you stop being 359 strange and introduce yourself?" 360 The figure hesitated for a second, and then drew back her hood. The young man felt his heart skip a little. She was 361 about his age (by appearances. It was sometimes hard to tell.). Dark brown hair cascaded about her shoulders. Her face 362 was absolutely flawless and her eyes were also brown, but deep, almost deep enough to get lost in. The images returned 363 to his mind but he found it difficult to be quite so crude and unrefined while staring into those eyes. He felt a 364 little tug on his heart again and wondered what was going on with his circulatory system all of a sudden. 365 "My name is Tariya dal-Silmarilyn. I come from Shai-Kahn province on the world of Kadan. I am... was... a 366 sorceress-in-training. I was released from my bond and now seek the travellers for reasons of my own. I believe I can 367 find them, but have no way to reach them. My, uh, transport has malfunctioned and I am currently stranded here. 368 Something tells me you may be able to help me out. Now that I have introduced myself, perhaps you would do the same? 369 Somehow you seem familiar..." 370 Typical woman. Once they start talking... "Fair enough. My legal name is James Forster Mandell from the province (I 371 guess) of USA on the Late Great Planet Earth-" He stopped suddenly. Those eyes had been warm, comforting, and yes, 372 maybe even inviting but now they showed only fear. Mortal fear. "What's wrong?" 373 Her voice was suddenly small and trembling. "Oh my God." she whispered, "The Destroyer!" 374 James smiled. "Oh. You know me then." 375 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\THE DESTROYER\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 376 She said "Yes, I know you... all of you. You're all creeps! You run around with 377 your tongues hanging out and your only interest is killing and rutting!" 378 "Kill and rut, kill and rut! Nothing but kill and rut" 379 He mused that she was sounding like a flapping flat tire. 380 "Well, I'm sick of it! You hear me?" 381 She whipped off her cloak to reveal a perfect, indescribably delicious naked 382 nubile young body. Everything was perfect, and in place. Everything. 383 But she also had a bugblatter blaster that was tuned into the 9th power of 384 Razmagon. 385 The light seared through his chest, the red blood spurted on the floor, and his 386 intestines hung out grossly. 387 He collapsed... the last human... and the human race died with him. 388 389 She put on her clothes, blew on the barrel of her gun, and giggled. 390 391 ###############################A############################################### 392 Oh, and so it goes, 393 For were it to be, but it not, 394 then wherever we might roam, 395 It might remain a mystery. 396 For soon we shall see, or not at all, 397 But listening for thine voice, 398 raises expectations of perfection, 399 to the highest degree, 400 of perpitude and amongst them all, 401 The trees grow greener and the sky stands still, 402 But still we must grow, and have it not be, 403 Else we shan't know, 404 perfection. 405 406 ...And if you thought that was poetic I've got some great real estate in 407 Florida to sell.... 408 409 (In other words, the above sounds just like some of the other poems I see 410 around, and makes just as much sense, but the words just came out for nor 411 particular reason. 412 413 ) 414 415 (Wait! Am I a genius???????) 416 417 ]]]]][[[[[][][][][]]]]][[[[][][][]]]][[[[[[[[][][][][][][[[[[[[[][][][][][][][ 418 GEB 419 ?????????????????////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\????????????????? 420 Guardian: You were wrong this is not who you thought it might be. 421 !_+_! : Is this person still out there or have they forgotten their own 422 boarder. Let me refresh your memory...."Three bald women....." 423 ?????????????????\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\/////////////////////????????????????? 424 (((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))(((*)))((( just checking in )))((( 23:16 9/28 ))) 425 press 426 The world begins. The game starts. The sentence entered. The paragraph 427 complete. The line sent. The program executed. The missile fired. The data 428 stored. The bell sounds. The day turns. The action accomplished. The world 429 does begin. All with the press of a key. 430 431 432 Three bald women, I knew once in a bar 433 I sweet talked them for hours, then got them to my car. 434 We drove and drove for hours, 435 Their heads glistened in the light. 436 These women were quite interesting, 437 you might even call them bright. 438 But I'm sure you all are wondering, 439 What happened with these chicks, 440 Well that would not be fair, to tell you of my kicks. 441 Just let me tell you simply, their scalps turned me on so, 442 But three bald women on a night like that, naa, my barber told me NO! 443 444 Uh, I bet you don't think this is very good, but like the really clever 445 person above, I think it is just as good as anything else on here that 446 I see and the words just came out as I sat here on the keyboard, so there. 447 448 }}}}}}}}}{{{{{[[[[[[[[[[[][][]]]]]]]]]]]]]][[[[[[[[[[]]]]][[[[[][]{][]]]]]]] 449 I READ JUS T THE OTHER DAY THAT MAN HAS BEEN EVOLVING FOR THOUSANDS OF Y 450 ARS AND WILL CONTINUE TO EVOLVE FOR THE REST OF TIME. IF THIS IS TRUE THAN 451 HOW FAST DO WE CHANGE OR IS THE CHANGE SO GRADUAL THAT WE CANT SEE IT? THIS 452 IS REAL INTERESTING TO ME SO IF YOU HAVE ANY ANSERS PLEASE LET ME KNOW ON 453 HERE OF ANY OTHER BBS SYSTEM, THANKYOU. 454 }}}}}}}}}{{{{{{{{{{{{{{]]]]]]]][][][[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]][]]][[[[[[[[[[[}[]]]]]][ 455 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ 456 &%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&% 457 The difference between what sounds like what other people have written 458 and what you just did on the keyboard is there is meaning and thought 459 not to mention time put into these things. Whether or not you understtand what was written the fact is that it was put there 460 for people to see and to critize (in a positive manner) or comment on 461 or even to ignore but not to be mocked or cut down. Vive la difference. 462 &%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&% 463 !_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_! or was it..... !_+_! !_+_! !_+_! !_+_! 464 Hmmm..... i can't remember. Oh well. Yes. I had forgotten that border. Not the entry though. Hard to forget 465 that one. 466 Nice poem, wish I had written it. Thanks 467 to whoever the author may be, did you 468 have an evening like mine, or were just 469 trying to get a feel for the mood. Or perhaps you are one of the ones that knows my true identity, and you taunt me 470 in fun. 471 Something to tell my grandchildren..... I never believed the stories my grandpa 472 told me, no doubt I will recieve the same treatment. 473 !_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_!_+_! or maybe..... !_+_! !_+_! !_+_! !_+_! 474 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 475 tsl -- Yeah, I know. I'm kinda lost too. I'd be glad to follow your lead, or 476 take the lead if you'd rather. I've been busy the last few days and need to 477 put some thought into the situation. It strikes me (ouch) however, that 478 the ZEB lady came from a reversed situation... now she's turned around and 479 working along our time-line. She doesn't learn, she gets rid of information. 480 With your character trying to come to grips with herself, we may have the 481 potential to work something out. 482 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp 483 Okay, poem lovers... how about another one?::: 484 485 Roses are red, 486 Violets are blue, 487 I like peanut butter, 488 Do you like toast? 489 490 491 Note to the evolution question: 492 493 Evolution is a huge farce made up by the scientific community to explain what 494 they don't know. Certain things have evolved, sure, from what they were to a 495 slightly more changed (not always better!) form, but don't you think it odd 496 that the only link they're missing is 497 THE missing link? 498 It sounds corny, but by golly, there is a God, and well, he made us. 499 Scientists don't want to believe anything so simple, but sorry folks, we only 500 go back 6,000 years. The rest is just 501 baloney... 502 503 That's all for now.... 504 505 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ GEB @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 506 Note to person with %&%&%&%&%&% border: 507 I agree, I wasn't really belittling the other poems, it just seems to me that we take things too seriously. And let's be ho 508 setoops 509 honest, sometimes in the interest of being "artsy"", the message is lost. Straightforward always works better. And... humor i 510 s a lost art.... But I respect other people's works, parodies are sometimes the vbest form of flattery, and I apologize if Ih 511 hurt anyone's feelings.... By for now 512 ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]GEB 513 Are you the same geb from the Beverly HillBillies? Do you have a-bubblin-crude? 514 Or are you just crude? Do you have smimming pools and know movie stars? Do 515 you have a crazy banker and a dumb son and a foxy daughter and an old granny? 516 If the answers to these questions are true, then you must be the same. If you 517 answered no to any of the above, you must be lying. 518 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 519 ?/\? Scraps of paper are just waiting to be brought to light. And 520 ?\/? once they have seen the light, the words that have been placed 521 upon them sting with bitter memories. Faces and names begin 522 to fit together. Damn, I didn't want that to happen. 523 If I were lionhearted, I might begin to ask questions. 524 I am no imbecile. I shall leave well enough alone now. 525 Until next we meet, Mystery Diamond... 526 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ --->the Guardian 273:142306 527 No, I'm not the same Jeb. I'm GEB. Completely different. And I'm not lying. I'm 528 sitting here pounding on my keyboard, trying to make sense of the world. 529 And I like to laugh, and see laughter, and see humor, and see higher art forms. 530 And no crude is a-bubblin' around here ('cept sometimes my humor...) 531 532 But when the moon rises full, 533 And the cow sees the bull, 534 Then she'll know it's time, 535 Uh, well I can't think of a rhyme, 536 But then the sun comes up, 537 And the animals sup, 538 And up rises the bird, 539 While the bull lays it's curd, 540 And you know... because it, 541 Is exactly where you sit. 542 543 Well, I'm going to hafta work on a better one than THAT. Excuse me. I'll do 544 much better next time. That was awful. I liked my first one much better. 545 546 Sayanara 547 548 ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` GEB@ `````````````````````````````````````````````````````` 549 :::::=====:::::=====:::::===== 550 "How COULD they have squashed my truffles?" TI asked, trying to pull the 551 bag from underneath the large machine. With a final tug the small bag, dripping 552 with the red preservative I use to keep my truffles fresh, was freed from the 553 554 prison. I was upset to find that all the truffles were squashed. T 555 "That's the way life is, I guess." I thought, pulling my second bag of 556 truffles out and nibbling on one. I then 557 hopped back into the Inn..... 558 There was that smiley-face shirt person again, talking to a cloaked 559 figure. I wonder what this willbring about. Munching on my truffle, I watched and waited for the developments. 560 (With eager anticipation...) 561 562 Mad Steam-Roller person: My truffles aren't any more magical than a little 563 catnip! 564 :::::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::==Zephyr::=====:::::=====:::::=====:::::===== 565 // On a street corner or maybe a mind, one man tries to manipulate three 566 object in the air at one time or maybe he juggles things not so material. 567 The man with these objects of, I think, intangibleness wears the an intense 568 expression of deep concentration. Yet, his often mournful words seem to 569 have faded, as if he is no longer so willing to divulge whatever may pass 570 his mind. The lines of concentration or the ocassional smile or smirk while 571 he speaks lightheartedly (it has been observed that he spoke this way, dispite 572 the gray-gloomy mood he showed here) seems to have been replaced. Even the 573 sad eyes are absent. The succeeder of his expression is taunt and drawn 574 distant wearing a frown. I watch and wonder what has happened to this lost 575 friend (?) who's company I did once enjoy. Perhaps, he is juggling on 576 another street corner or the ideas in his mind have fallen past his hand. 577 Or it's just me. Eh, friend? // from another, or less correctly called 578 a magician. 579 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/ 580 The sky is blue-grey out 581 And the weather is cold 582 The temperature's fine 583 But the feelings are old 584 585 I long for one 586 To be here by my side 587 As a friend and a lover 588 Or outcast and guide 589 590 I had only hoped 591 To bear the gift of my word 592 Many others had read them 593 But to one, they're unheard 594 595 I don't know what I want from you 596 Or the cost to atone 597 I'd have given you anything 598 But now I'll leave you alone 599 600 Piner. 601 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/ 602 603 Heck with the rules. They say no? 604 No, they can not halt my will. 605 Others do as they may, but I shall 606 continue. I write. 607 /=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/ 608 609 (((*)))(((*))) 610 /=/=/=/=/ : And write you will... Very nice 611 (((*)))(((*))) 612 613 Hey! At the bottom! Wow! Ain't it neat! 614 Dren TOTAL NUMBER OF LINES = 614