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From: Julian Waldby <>
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Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2000 22:08:34 -0600
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There are no credits scanned so intensively as those between when you
type, "goodnight, everybody, I'm signing off" and the time when you
actually disconnect the connection. These are the moments where human
eyes are called to the pinnacle of their evolution. Who will say
goodnight? Which of the OPs (Gods) has taken notice of my subliminal
messages through the evening. These are the people who tomorrow, you
will say, "Greets, XXXXXXX" to. The people who you, from this moment on,
consider your friends.

These are the memoriums of the historian, // u l i a n

We're not talking about some trophy girl draped all over a car