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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Tue Nov 13 01:33:02 1990

Date: Tue, 13 Nov 90 01:31:53 EST
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu



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aras (Lynn Minmei):

Have you ever danced,
	with the Devil,
		by the pale
			moon light?
				-- I have


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bjaspan (Barr3y Jaspan):

The price?  No mistakes, no bother, require no effort.

Nothing ever changes.


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debbo (Deborah A Birnby):

girls will be boys and boys will be girls
it's a mixed up world
oh a shook up world
except for lola....
 -the kinks


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glassw (William B Glass):

I'd never cry if I did find
         a blue whale in my soup...
Nor would I mind a porcupine
          inside a chicken coop
Yes, life is fine when things combine,
          like ham in beef chow mein...
But lord, this time, I think I mind.

They've put acid in my rain.

    :	      :
    *         *          --Milo, _Bloom _County,

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hlu (Howard J Lu):

	Home:			x58979
	Alternative E-mail:	lu@dave.nrl.navy.mil (Now deceased)
	Sign:  			Scorpio
	Preoccupation:		Ultimate Frisbee, Skating,
				and mice named Matthias or Martin



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jcbourne (Juliet C Bourne):


This song is dedicated to all the happy couples out there:

TOGETHER
--------
Other Voices
Paul Young

Oh, it's stronger than emotion
Than anything I've known
And it walks upon the water
The seas of lovers souls

Oh, the wind may be against us
But I'm pushing all the way
And we'll get a little closer
Every single day

Chorus
------
Together
We can hold our own forever
We should always be 
Together
We can hold our own forever
We'll be together
(Seremos muito mais fortes
Cantando juntos na vida)

Oh, I've spoke a million phrases
Trying to be heard
And now so many feelings
Are spoken in the word

Chorus x 3

Can't you see?
Everyone can help me now
We should be making plans together
Never be on your own
Just turn around
There's a friend somewhere
Who's going to help you
I've got this feeling
We've got to get together now
It's on our shoulders
Got to be together...
Really should be making plans together...
We are holding hands together...

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jcbourne (Juliet C. Bourne):

This is dedicated to all the couples having trouble out there:

IT'S WHAT SHE DIDN'T SAY
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Other Voices
Paul Young

There's a suitcase at my door tonight
But all my dreams are locked inside
Never hurt before the way I do
I'm afraid of someone new

Only once you give it all
Second time you know the fall

She was everything and more to me
I took her leaving silently
The world still turns and seasons change
To the wounded nothing's strange

Late at night I miss her touch
Foolish heart that wants so much

Chorus
------
It's what she didn't say that hurts so bad
It's what we didn't do that makes me sad
And now I'm talking to her picture on the wall
It's what she didn't say that burns in me
A broken promise that won't set me free
It's what she didn't say that I remember best of all

In her silent way she changed my life
The best in me became alive
With her smile she calmed the storms in me
All my passion now runs free

On the loose with broken wings
Wondering what tomorrow brings

Chorus

That's what I remember best of all
Best of all

Late at night I miss your touch
Foolish heart that wants so much

Chorus

Unfinished dreams that hold me endlessly
A broken promise that won't set me free
It's what she didn't say that I remember best of all


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jefft (Jeff Tang):

GEN 30:16

And Jacob came out of the field in the evening, and Leah went out to meet
him, and said, Thou must come in unto me; for surely I have hired thee with
my son's mandrakes. And he lay with her that night.


I don't know how I'd feel about having my wife sell my sexual favors for
some mandrakes.


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kkyang (Keelan K Yang):

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marc (Marc Horowitz):

The books "Money, Sex, and Power" by Nancy Hartsock, "Sex, Money, and
Morality" by Thanh-Dam Truong, "Sex, Death, and Money" by Gore Vidal,
"Money, Sex, and Power" by Richard Foster, "Power, Money, and Sex" by
James Robertson, and just plain "Sex and Money" by John Spooner, make a
connection that all members of the networking community should heed.

		-from the com-priv@psi.com mailing list
		(not crossposted to alt.sex.money :-)


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mehulvp (Mehul V Patel):

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sethf (Seth Finkelstein):

****  The Holy Hand-Grenade
****  from Monty Python and the Holy Grail
****  Transcribed from left-over electical impulses in the brain cells of
****  Malcolm <Clarinet@Yalevmx> Dickinson
****  Finished up by Bret "Eat at Joe's" Shefter <Shebreb@Yalevmx>

                      ***  The Holy Hand Grenade  ***

 The knights rush into a cave, huffing and puffing, to take cover from the
vicious onslaught of the Killer Rabbit.

Arthur: RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!!
Bedevere: Okay, how many did we lose?
Arthur: Well...Gawain...Ector...and Bors.  That's five.
Bedevere: Three, Sire!
Arthur: Three.  And we can't risk another try, that rabbit's dynamite!
All: Hmmmm..
Robin: Maybe if we attack it, it will get confused, and make a mistake!

(pause)

Arthur: Like what?
 (longer pause)
Robin: Ummmm....
Lancelot: Have we got birds?
Arthur: (quickly) No.
Galahad: (brightly) We *have* the Holy Hand Grenade, Sir!
Arthur:  Of course!  'Tis one of the sacred relics that Brother Maynard
         carries with him!  Brother Maynard!  Bring out the Holy Hand Grenade!
Monks: (Chant)
                    Die Jesu domine,
                    Dona eis requiem.
                    Die Jesu domine,
                    Dona eis requiem.

(Pause.  Arthur examines the hand grenade, turning it over in his hands.)
Arthur: How does it....How does it work?
High Priest: I know not, my leige.
Arthur: Consult the book of Armaments!
High Priest: Armaments Chapter One, verses nine through twenty-seven:
Brother Maynard: And Saint Attila raised the Holy Hand Grenade up on high
                 saying, "Oh Lord, Bless us this Holy Hand Grenade, and with it
                 smash our enemies to tiny bits."
                 And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the
                 lambs, and stoats, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and
                 lima bean-
High Priest:  Skip a bit, brother.
Brother Maynard: And then the Lord spake, saying:
                 "First, shalt thou take out the holy pin.
                 Then shalt thou count to three.
                 No more, no less.
                 *Three* shall be the number of the counting, and the number
                 of the counting shall be three.
                 *Four* shalt thou not count, and neither count thou two,
                 excepting that thou then goest on to three.
                 Five is RIGHT OUT.  Once the number three, being the third
                 number be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade
                 to-wards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff
                 it.  Amen.
All: Amen.
Arthur: Right!  (pulls pin)
        One!
        Two!
        Five!
Bedevere: Three, Sire!!
Arthur: Three!  (throws hand grenade at the Killer Rabbit)

(holy music)

KABOOM.


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sker (Michael A Orlosky):

The Uplift Mofo Party Plan


If you are reading this and would really like to know my real plan.
Follow these simple instructions:

   If I know you, ask me.

   If I do not know you...why are you reading this!?!?!?!?
        Particularly the Grim Reaper whom I now am fumed at should 
          write me and explain what is going on.



   We are sorry for the inconvenience.


   Bye.


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smd (Sean M Dougherty):

If you can't reach me at the Tech (fax 258-8226), or at 262-3192,
try 262-1203 or 267-9769 (let them ring - they're also at home);
if those don't work, try the Computer Resources Lab at 253-????.
  my school address is: (Sigma Chi)
	532 Beacon St.
	Boston, MA 02215
  my home address is:  (fax 521-9828)
	321 W. Cowan
	Houston, TX 77007
E-mail is also a good way.



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tbandit (Carlos E Reategui):

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therese (Suntioinen Therese M.):

        Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.
        People.
        People important to you, people unimportant to you cross your
          life.  Touch it with love and carelessness and move on.
        There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of relief
          and wonder why you ever came into contact with them.
        There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of remorse
          and wonder why they had to go away and leave such a gaping hole.
        Children leave parents; friends leave friends, acquaintances
          grow apart.
        Enemies hate and move on.
        Friends love and move on.
        You think of the many who have moved into your hazy memory.
        You look on those present and wonder.
        I believe in God's master plan in life.  He moves people in and
          out of each other's lives, and each leaves his mark on the
          other.  You find you are made up of bits and pieces of all who
          ever touched your life, and you are more because of it, and you
          would be less if they had not touched you.
        Pray to God that you accept the bits and pieces, in humility and
          wonder, and never question and never regret.
        Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.

                                - L. Channey


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wwchan (Wai-yee Winnie Chan):

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