| From: | "Brian E. Angliss" <ANGLISS@***.PSU.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Quoth the Raven/EAT MY SHORTS! |
| Date: | Fri, 14 Jan 1994 11:30:35 -0500 |
well....
But the messenger of death has come for me too many times for me to be
concerned, Raven, oops, I meant Big Crow. Just ask Solitaire. I've been
shot, sliced, cut, beaten, sniped, flatlined, virused, gassed, and given
several rather nasty diseases by her, all of which were potentially fatal. And
yet I persist. She deals a nasty Tarot spread, Raven, better than most, and
I've been dealt Death about 20 times, sometimes in the mail with a letter bomb,
you get the idea. I'm sure you'll understand if I laugh. Really hard.
Besides, not only do you have to find my door, but Lucifer and I have an
understanding. And Dante the Traveller was guided by Virgil on his divine
mission. Through the bolgia of Hell and upon the flanks of the Beast, the
Prince of Hell himself, I have crawled. In Purgatory I have laughed at the
those who suffer, and Brigit guides me through the ranks of angles. I crawl
with powers you couldn't understand on a daily basis, even if only in my mind
and deck. This traveller has seen death, has experienced it, has seen the
Grim Reaper in all his manifestations and still has yet to pay the ferryman.
It'll happen eventually, but not until I am old and grey.
Remember all: He who dies of old age wins!]<<<<<
-- Dante(11:30:58/01-14-55)
