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Raw Date: Sun, 16 Jan 94 09:26:01 PST
From: remailer@merde.dis.org (remailer bogus account)
Date: Sun, 16 Jan 94 09:26:01 PST
To: cypherpunks@toad.com
Subject: The Detweiler Saga
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once again, I am getting tired of trying to convince people that don't
really give a damn and would rather amuse themselves by inventing new
ways of calling me insane. I am tired of hearing the deafening silence
of thousands of lurkers saying, quite eloquently, <SHRUG>.
How Wrong I Have Been. So wrong.
We always took Detweiler for granted. Our rock. Our knight. Will now our
beloved Atlas shrug? Yea, will our prophet fall? You presence filled
the heavens. You were without beginning middle or end.
no one and a star stand am to am
flaming dream to dreaming flame
millionary wherewhens distant as reckoned by the unimmortal mind
Those words come back to me as I reflect on our salad days, together in
Prague, before the revolution. All, zorn. All, zorn.
And I remember what you wrote, that dark day, and I remember the sound of
the T-62's as if we were there again...
the sunlight in the garden
hardens and grows cold
we cannot cage the minute
within its nets of gold
when all is *told*
we cannot BEG for PARDON
THE SKY WAS GOOD FOR FLYING
DEFYING THE CHURCH BELLS!
AND EVERY _EVIL_ _IRON_ _SIREN_
AND WHAT IT TELLS
THE EARTH
compells...
(How those words haunt me now. How they haunt me.)
I may focus on more damaging counterrevolutionary
tactics soon and just give up on the BrainDead out here. I have tried to
start a fire but get nothing but wet drizzle. soon I will wash my hands
of it all completely, having done all I can, and the cyberanarchists will
advance unhindered to an internet site near you.
Every word burns like a knife across raw nerves. His radiance is
blinding now! (o deliver me deliver me)
O Lance, I can see your eyes shining; with an open mouth you glitter
in an array of colors, and your body touches the sky. I look at you and
my heart trembles; I have lost all courage and all peace of mind. When I
see your mouths with their fearful teeth, mouths burning like fires at
the end of time, I forget where I am and I have no place to go. I see
our warriors and all the cryptonihilists who are here to fight. All are
rushing into your awful jaws! I see some of them crushed by your teeth.
As rivers flow into the ocean, all the warriors of the world are passing
into your fiery jaws; all creatures rush to their destruction like moths
into a flame. Filled with your terrible radiance, the whole of creation
bursts into flame!!
You have murdered me. murdered me murdered me murdered me murdered me
murdered
george william herbert gwh@crl.com
Work: System / Net Administrator, CR Labs Home/Play: Retro Aerospace
KD6WUQ gwh@crl.com gwh@soda.berkeley.edu gwh@{isu,exec}.isunet.edu
deltaV = g * Isp * ln(Mr) ... it's not just a good idea, it's the Law
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