Author  : Particle Man <9220>
Subject : food sex and ewe
Written : 04/04/96.10:03pm

   
Food, Sex, and Ewe

I'd rather have a bottle in front of me
I'd rather watch 10 hours of T.V.
But since I can't I'll think of food
I'll think of sex
I'll think of music
And I'll think of you

I'd rather have a cold one by the sea
I'd rather have you sitting on top o'me
But since I'm here and you're so far away
I'll read about Zaphod Beeblebrox
As I pass the day, hey

I'd rather not spend my whole night driving
I'd rather not be on so much caffeine
But since you're in bed and I'm sleeping
on some floor
I'll think of you and I'll wish that I was home


                              THE JABBERWOCKY
                                      
  
by Lewis Carrol

  
  
  TWAS' BRILLIG, AND THE SLITHY TOVES
  DID GYRE AND GIMBLE IN THE WABE;
  ALL MIMSY WERE THE BOROGROVES,
  AND THE MOME RATHS, OUTGRABE
 
  "BEWARE THE JABBERWOCK, MY SON,
  THE JAWS THAT BITE, THE CLAWS THAT CATCH;
  BEWARE THE JUB-JUB BIRD,
  AND SHUN THE FRUMIOUS BANDERSNATCH!"
 
  THEN WITH HIS VORPAL SWORD IN HAND,
  LONG TIME THE MANXOME FOE HE SOUGHT;
  SO RESTED HE, BY THE TUM-TUM TREE,
  AND STOOD AWHILE IN THOUGHT.
 
  AND AS IN UFFISH THOUGHT HE STOOD,
  THE JABBERWOCK, WITH EYES OF FLAME,
  CAME WHIFFLING THROUGH THE TULGEY WOOD,
  AND BURBLED AS IT CAME.
 
  ONE, TWO! ONE, TWO! AND THROUGH AND THROUGH
  THE VORPAL SWORD WENT SNICKER SNACK!
  HE LEFT IT DEAD, AND WITH ITS HEAD,
  HE WENT GALUMPHING BACK.
 
  "AND HAST THOU SLAIN THE JABBERWOCK?
  COME TO MY ARMS, MY BEAMISH BOY!
  OH FRABJOUS DAY! CALLOOH! CALLAY!"
  HE CHORTLED IN HIS JOY.
 
  TWAS' BRILLIG, AND THE SLITHY TOVES
  DID GYRE AND GIMBLE IN THE WABE;
  ALL MIMSY WERE THE BOROGROVES,
  AND THE MOME RATHS, OUTGRABE
 

Author  : Jareth the Goblin King! <17547>
Category: Death to IRC <17>
Subject : Waxing a fucked up state...
Written : 04/06/96.06:13pm

The lambs will be silent this day...

As I pound then with bits of hail...

and think upon innocence lost...

and just collect bits of a life in hell...

    we don't have to be sheep, someone said...

    we don't have to die in vain...

    we don't need to forget the dream...

They obviously didn't have a life...

Or they would have seen the end of the dreaming...

x Jareth


Author  : Jareth the Goblin King! <17547>
Category: Death to IRC <17>
Subject : es sourd...
Written : 04/06/96.06:30pm

I really don't mind if you sit this one out...
My words but a whisper...
    Your deafness aint' shout...
I may make you feel, but I can't make you think...
Your sperms in the gutter...
    Your loves in the sink...

So your ride takes you over the fields...
    and you make all your animals feel...
        and your wise men don't know how it feels...
To be thick as a brick...

Spin me back down the years... and the days... of my youth...
Draw the lace and black curtins and shut out the whole truth...

x Jareth... this is singing... fearful... isn't it...


**************************************************************
*   |    Without Evil there would be no Good        |    *
*   |    Without Darkness there would be no Light    |    *
*  ..|/    Do not fear the Shadows my friend           ..|/   *
*   |    Welcome them with arms wide and lips parted     |    *
**************************************************************

Author  : Mad Cow <16601>
Category: This was posted by a slavering idiot <30>
Subject : a big empty
Written : 04/10/96.01:33am

I threw my head up against the wall
It sounded like a bouncing ball
I did not see one birdy
And the room didn't seem very sturdy
But I feel fine
Becuase I already had my time
To feel the pain
Sealed with a kiss inside my brain
That was long ago and far from this day
But the feelings just won't go away
I claw at my eyes
Groping for the pictures I dispise
Only to feel the clamy air
That surrounds me like an empty stare


Author  : Taz <81250>
Category: Dennis Lombardo <56>
Subject : q.a hfjsh kjvkjvh
Written : 04/10/96.09:29pm

    Here is something to let your brain doodle over:


        Once upon a sunny day, there was a king named Pat.
        He was known to be just and fair, albeit a bit fat.
        He sent his knights to battle the evil dark,
        But they were beat back to their own castle's mark.
        The King was worried and all upset, about the enemy.
        So he called forth his wise old man, his name Jeremy.
        Jeremy thought long and hard, about what to do.
        He thought and thought until his head turned blue.
        Jeremy rushed to the King and whispered in his ear.
        The King got up and ate some bread and drank beer.
        Pat the King said,"I know how to beat a minnow!"
        He screamed and flapped and ran right out the window.
                    -Taz: What the hell is this?


Author  : TwoBit <125520>
Category: TwoBits of LoVe!!! <22>
Subject : asdf
Written : 04/10/96.08:41pm

        Could I?
        --------


should i quit
    saying right on
    drinking coffee at dennys
    you
should i ignore
    orion in the skies
    this choking loss
    you
should i trash
    louis carroll
    your new girlfriend
    you
should i forget
    bob dylan
    my first trip
    you
should i avoid
    the soccer fields
    your family
    you
should i hate
    the thoughts i have
    the dreams all gone
    you
should i dislike
    thinking of our raunchy sex
    tea with cream
    you
should i dismember
    jeffry
    wags
    you
should i kill
    my love
    your love
    you
should i leave
    the city
    the state
    you
could i...


I am the Very Model of a Modern Teenage Cyberpunk
   -author unknown

I am the very model of a modern teenage Cyberpunk
I rent my own apartment and it's full of electronic junk
I own a VAX, a 486, I've even got a PDP
I've finished Myst and Doom but I am stumped by Wing Commander III

I'm very well aquainted too with matters pornographical
I have a list of image sites, both overseas and national
So if you want to see a picture of that Anna Nichole Smith
I'll fire up my terminal and fetch for you a naughty GIF

I'm totally an anarchist, the government I'd like to wreck,
Though if they were to get blown up, who'd give to me my welfare cheque?
In short if you need answers that concern your electronic junk,
I am the very model of a modern teenage Cyberpunk

I know the ancient myths about RTM, Pengo and Mitnick
I 'hack' into computers and I then perform a credit check
I scare all my non-hacker friends with tales of cracker theivery
and even though I'm spouting crap they'll listen and believe in me

I've learned to spot a troll and I've seen flames about the way I spell,
I've traced badly forged cancels and seen napalm poured on AOL
I've laughed at all the newbies and their flailing cries of "You all Suck!"
I've been flamed by Carasso, with an anvil I have then been struck

I've hung around in alt.tasteless and seen war waged on rec.pets.cats
I've spent my time in talk.bizarre and used those stupid Relay Chats
In short, if you need answers that concern your electronic junk,
I am the very model of a modern teenage Cyberpunk

Well postings like "MAKE.MONEY.FAST", I am now somewhat wary at,
I have been "Global Killfiled" by the Joel Furr Commissariat,
When rosebud posts a lengthy rant 'bout Microsoft she swears is true,
I know that she is just another short lived kook without a clue

When I have learnt what progress has been made upon the Internet,
When I know something more than just a smattering of netiquette,
In short when I can have a world-wide soapbox on which I can stand
I've got no time for other things, like beer and trips to Disneyland

My life outside the Internet is very very sad you see
I cannot get my spots to fade, my social life's a tragedy,
But still if you need answers that concern your electronic junk,
I am the very model of a modern teenage Cyberpunk.

(With apologies to G&S)

Author  : dumber <76766>
Category: Nightmare <37>
Subject : Can't we all just get along?
Written : 04/12/96.12:19am

My son went and lost his viginity last night ...
He was sucker punched, but finished the fight.
A wayward youth who has vocally insisted
That our whole cyberfamily is decidedly twisted.

I never wanted my children to be
A streetfighter or even an asshole like me.
But with pride I can say as any dad would
My son done it right and he done it good!

A bloody lip he received from the youth
And a slightly less well-seated tooth.
But he walked away from it no worse the wear
Wondering why he'd done it and was it fair.

A pacifist's pacifist hot-headed son
Got in a fight and decidely won.
He's not a virgin in life anymore
Fruit of my loins ... my genetic spoor.


Jim Hamilton
April 12, 1996


Author  : Mickey Mouse <129405>
Category: Groin Arizona <39>
Subject : Burger King
Written : 04/11/96.11:17pm

Ode To Burger King.

Ode to Burger King,
what a wonderful place.
The air conditioners broke,
and so is every thing else.
The people dancing with thoughts of going  home in their heads,
And customers saying what 40 cents for cheeeze that's outragous.
Where the cock roaches do the tango when we all go home.
But all in all its still a shitty job,  but hey it pays real money,
I think.






Mickey


Author  : cereal killer <114219>
Category: those damn avon people <3>
Subject : ding dong.....
Written : 04/12/96.01:46pm

i really love this poem...


WOMAN

she wanted to be a blade
of grass amid the fields
but he wouldn't agree
to be the dandelion

she wnated to be a robin singing
through the leaves
but he refused to be
her tree

she spun herself into a web
and looking for a place to rest
turned to him
but he stood straight
declining to be her corner

she tried to be a book
but he wouldn't read

she turned herself into a bulb
but he wouldn't let her grow

she decided to become
a woman
and though he still refused
to be a man
she decided it was all
right

     -Nikki Giovanni


Author  : "Fe B. Prechtl"
Subject : spring poem
Written : 04/12/96.03:25pm

        "A little madness in the Spring
        Is wholesome even for the King,
        But God be with the Clown,
        Who ponders this tremendous scene ---
        This whole experiment of green,
        As if it were his own!"


Author  : Delpha Sage Turley <99789>
Category: Temporary Sanity <16>
Subject : Abort, Retry, Fail?
Written : 04/12/96.10:29pm

Here is one for you avid computer users....

                   Abort, Retry, Ignore?

 Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
 System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
 Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets.
 Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer,
 I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
 Only this and nothing more.

 Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
 Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
 But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
 "Save!" I said, "You cursed mother!  Save my data from before!"
 One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
 Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

 Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
 These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
 Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
 The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
 Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
 From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

 With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
 Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
 Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
 But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
 Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
 Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

 I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as hard.
 I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
 Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
 Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
 Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
 Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

 There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
 Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
 And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
 A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
 The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
 Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

 To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go.
 What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored,
 Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
 But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
 You will be one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
 Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"                                       
    
-Sage-

------------------------------

Date:    Wed, 3 Apr 1996 14:08:05 -0400
From:    James Bologna
Subject: Humor:Poem of the Little old lady in Lavender...(Risque)...

THE LITTLE OLD LADY IN LAVENDER SILK by Dorothy Parker

I was seventy-seven, come August,
     I shall shortly be losing my bloom;
I've experienced zephyr and raw gust
     And (symbolical) flood and simmom.

When you come to this time of abatement,
     To this passing from Summer to Fall,
It is manners to issue a statement
     As to what you got out of it all.

So I'll say, though reflection unnerves me
     And pronouncements I dodge as I can,
That I think (if my memory serves me)
     There was nothing more fun than a man!

In my youth, when the crescent was too wan
     To embarrass with beams from above,
By the aid of some local Don Juan
     I fell into the habit of love.

And I learned how to kiss and be merry--an
     Education left better unsung.
My neglect of the waters Pierian
     Was a scandal, when Grandma was young.

Though the shabby unbalanced the splendid,
     And the bitter outmeasured the sweet,
I should certainly do as I then did,
     Were I given the chance to repeat.

For contrition is hollow and wrathful,
     And regret is not part of my plan,
And I think (if my memory's faithful)
     There was nothing more fun than a man!

------------------------------

> NO NEED FOR FRIGHT!
>                                       
> Message from XCSO Wormwood
> (identified comet Hale-Bopp 1995. 01)
>
> Greeting Humanoids!
>
> Deceleration done now
> Proceeding at low speed
> Mismasking operational
> Pray Humanoids take heed
>
> The ship is made of mithril
> to minimise the mass
> The quadricarbon lattice rill
> From hydro-methane gas
>
> The working fluid is proton
> the tenuous ocean air
> A virtual magnetic scoop
> Negating inverse-square.
>
> A quarter cubic parsec rammed
> for every second won
> the drive a singularity
> with starting mass eight ton
>
> Half-fuel is antihydrogen
> produced at ruinous cost
> Efficiencies are high enough
> to radiate the waste.
>
> An interstellar ramjet
> a constant 5g run
> Six shipboard years to get here
> to such a distant sun
>
> Our grandchildren are old now
> the price we had to pay
> to see an alien lifeform
> and have our say
>
> IMPU spokescreature
> Xenonian Confederation
> XCSS Wormwood
>
> ps
>
> Communication psychic
> to bypass speed of light
> We'd love to meet you physically
> There is no need for fright.


As the moon
darkened the day

My heart had
no more to say

As Selonious sailed
across the sea

He gave his love
to Onya within
that day

As Selonious                ;p
and Onya
So did I give                :(
all my heart                   :O
when we reached Morudei

As the moon shined
within the sun

My love shines
for him darkly      :-X
within the night    :-(
as a ship timelessly
sails into the

      Eternal Bliss-------------

               -----------------------------


a tormented soul forever banished
from the microcosm of existance
doomed for all eternity to be
damned to the bottomless pit of
endless loneliness

:( dead men tell no tales

the end is near
finally
at least i know the
truth
i was your differral
so that girls would like you,
but it wasn't cause your were male,
i can't stand males,
it was your fluid identities
now they are gone
no more shape shifting
you were only pretending
now you have left all
those feelings in me
i can't handle them
i rather die
goodbye
noone will miss this asshole not even margie
noone cares not even myself, give me all the drugs you take
drop me off att the lake alone
if you really care you will help me
you have the sword i have the dagger
one moment of intense pain, then perfect bliss,
i won't tell anyone, you can do it, don't be afraid

Author  : TwoBit; Full of Herself <125520>
Category: A Bite in the night <8>
Subject : moderation sucks
Written : 04/15/96.12:47am


i knew she was coming
i was angry
i was lost
i was hurt
i was mean
i was bitter
i was cruel
in the morning
i walked
alone
he had asked if i wanted him along
and i said
if you want to
and he replied
thats not what i asked
and i said
yes
but he changed his mind

and i was gone
for a while
i came home
and i knew
when we said goodbye
it was in his voice
i was angry
i was lost
i was hurt
i was mean
i was bitter
i was cruel
i broke the rose
i cried
and seethed
he broke my tape
i broke his trust
he said we were even
i made a promise
it hurts to keep it
i hate to keep it
i want to break it
i wont

i walked
alone
he had asked if i wanted him along
and i said
if you want to
and he said
im kinda tired
and as i walked
i passed the places
that meant so much
that mean so much
and i cried
im only a little angry
im even more lost
im hurt less than i thought i would be
and more
i am trying not to be mean
i dont want to be bitter
i hate myself when i am cruel

tomorrow
itll bleed a little less
and even less the next day
and as long as i dont pick at it
in time
it will heal nicely
but there will always be
a little mark
to remind me of what once resided there


Author  : Vita Brevis
Category: Poetry <13>
Subject : neener
Written : 04/15/96.03:36am

This is a repost:

This one is the first prize winner in the GCC Traveler magazine. $ 50 prize
free eire
 
i remember time
coarse smelling like summer horses mowing a field
 
white stone upon grey stone upon blue upon mottled pink
wet with rain
soft thud of heads hitting soft stone
and rebels bleed on Irish moss
 
The hissing hissing of hot iron in cooling trough
hammers ring clear on anvil steel
Ping- Swing and Ping-- Swing and Ping-- Swing and Ping
to ring my neck with iron then rope
 
stale bread days and rotten straw nights
I lay chained in filth
 
My wife and child smell sea salt
sing with crying gulls
while sailing on weeping winds to freedom.
 
                               
 
VB


Author  : Vita Brevis <157>
Category: Who says poetry has to rhyme? <13>
Subject : can you say sonnet?
Written : 04/15/96.06:06pm

Slightly irregular sonnet 2

Are you that rose not grown
Lithe of limb and lush of bush
Child of wind borne seed now sown
That through the dusty soil does push
That Sun and tender care will lift
To heights undreamed in Summer daze
And Spring reveal your fragrent gifts?
In Beauty's halo twined your garland lays
Heart and mind agile limber loose and nimble.
Will he nurture love or murder you?
In nightmare breeze you tremble
leaves in disarray and branches strewn.

If I'm the cause of certain apprehension,
I'd rather see you laugh than mute with tension.


Author  : Candy Broad <18758>
Category: That made sense? <5>
Subject : broken yet not.
Written : 04/16/96.05:37pm

In the dazed fog i live,
    With lack of sleep and lack of joy.
    In this world of broken hearts

but how strange it seems that even in this pain    
        I am floating on a cloud that sings.
  It sounds to be joyous,  yet why do i not feel free?

I feel free all the same but why this broken heart
        that seems to be relieved?

These dreams in my head i am not sure if they live or if i
    thought them up in my own mind......

Dying is but living.


Author  : NERFman <92711>
Category: Nightmare <37>
Subject : trapped in the web
Written : 04/16/96.03:09pm

trapped in the web

walking a tightrope
I can barely stay on
this place is a circus
I am merely a pawn

where can I go?
which way do I turn?
soon I will sink
if I don't learn

then finally I fall
fall through the air
not sure where I'll land
not sure how I'll fare

I fall into a net
it makes me feel
like somehow I'm important
but somehow it's not real

is this a net of safety?
am I so secure?
does it heal the pain?
does it ease the fear?

I look up
see a fearsome spider
I'm in its web
bound by its fiber

I see other people
identities are fiction
we're all trapped
by internet addiction

everyone's hurting
we're looking for hope
will this stop the pain?
or just help us cope?

in this place
we make a whole
mindless clones
without a soul

to find a purpose
everyone yearns
where this place leads
everyone burns

how do I escape
this dreaded place?
how do I escape
from cyberspace?

by Brian Chang 4/16/96

Author  : Aqualung <76766>
Category: Aqualung <76>
Subject : M*A*S*H Trivia
Written : 04/16/96.11:03pm

For you trivia buffs ... here are the lyrics to the theme song to M*A*S*H:
/pause

          Suicide Is Painless
          ------- -- --------

    Through early morning fog I see,
    Visions of the things to be.
    The things that are witheld from me
    I realize and I can see:

    That suicide is painless ...
    It brings on many changes ...
    And I can take or leave it if I please.

/pause

    The game of life is hard to play;
    I'm gonna lose it anyway ...
    The losing card I'll someday lay,
    So this is all I have to say:

    Suicide is painless ...
    It brings on many changes ...
    And I can take or leave it if I please.

/pause

    The sword of Time will pierce our skin;
    It doesn't hurt when it begin.
    But as it works it's way on in,
    The pain grows stronger (watch it grin).

    But suicide is painless ...
    It brings on many changes ...
    And I can take or leave it if I please.

/pause

    A brave man once requested me,
    To answer questions that are deep.
    "Is it to be or not to be?"
    And I replied "Oh, why ask me?"

    Suicide is painless ...
    It brings on many changes ...
    And I can take or leave it if I please.

    And you can do the same thing if you please ...


Author  : ANGRYOUNGMAN <94391>
Category: NSA/CIA/FBI/IRS/ATF <45>
Subject : the joy of organized religion
Written : 04/18/96.01:31pm

mr. preacher man on the pulpit
mr. preacher man so high and mighty
mr. preacher man plays the roles of
critic
teacher
judge
entraprenure.
mr. preacher man says i'm evil
mr. preacher man says i must repent
mr. preacher man needs my money
mr.preacher man says give my soul to jesus
mr. preacher man says i'm a hypocrite
mr. preacher man so high and mighty
mr. preacher man so better than thou
mr. preacher man you are evil
mr. preacher man you are a hypocrite
mr. preacher man you must repent
mr. preacher man you are the same as me
a MAN.


Author  : "Kerry L. Ranney"
Subject : It's your wake up call!!!!!!

Wake up,
Wake up my little birdies,
And feel the sunshine on your face,
Wake up,
Wake up my children,
And feel the new day,
Wake up,
Wake up my friends,
And be happy.

I know that the work day is long,
but soon you will be free to enjoy,
The fruits of your labor,
You will swim,
You will jump,
You will sing,
you will Fly.

I know you will fly far from me,
For that is what a child does,
You are grown now,
You feel the sun on your face,
And the Heat in your heart,
But please,
when you are free,
free from your mother's arms,
Please remember,
That I love thee,
Forever more.

I will never forget you,
I will never leave you,
For you are my children,
My little birdies,
And you feel the sun on your face.


(I thought that maybe I could write some poetry from a Mother birds point of
vie
w.  For this is Spring and her children are grown, and ready to fly from home.)

Always and Forever,
           Cleopatra
       (Queen of de Nile)


Author  : TwoBit; Full of Herself <125520>
Category: Nightmare <37>
Subject : it coulda been my dream...
Written : 04/18/96.09:00am

When we started it was a sunny day
a beautiful flower of the truest colors
shining stars scattered across the heavens.
It was holding hands,
and drinking coffee,
and not knowing quite what to expect.
We got a little silly;
we got pretty comfortable;
we fell into eachother.
It was bright and full of life,
passionate and fun,
it was something I had never had before.
Suddenly it wasn't the same,
and one could see and would,
and the other refused.
And it took a darkness
never to be forgotten
to make her understand.


Author  : demiGoD <112800>
Category: NSA/CIA/FBI/IRS/ATF <45>
Subject : Isn't it so nifty that people can be lame
Written : 04/19/96.03:32pm

The sun is hot, it burns my face
Cast into delirium or whatever's this place
Flesh turns charred and hair shrivels dry
Gasping for liquid, or preying to dye

The sun is hot, my eyes are blind
Bleachness of glory seer my eyes
tumbling down, amidst the dirt
my tong is swelled, my stomach, hurt

The sun is hot, my world black
faint in the chill which blows upon my back
skin now cracked, and eyes turned to stone
in this misery, I die alone.

The sun is hot.


no offense intended.....


                    THE PLAN

  In the beginning there was the Plan
  and with the Plan came the assumptions
  and the assumptions were without form
  and the Plan was completely without substance
  and darkness came upon the face of the workers and
  they spoke unto their Team Leaders saying

  "It is a crock of shit and it stinketh."

  And the Team Leaders went unto their Managers and sayeth
  "It is a pail of dung and none may tolerate the odour thereof."

  And the Managers went forth to their Sr. Managers and sayeth
  unto them "It is a container of excrement and it is very strong,
  such that none may abide by it."

  And the Sr. Managers went unto their Director and sayeth unto him
  "It is a vessel of fertilizer and none may tolerate its strength."

  And the Director went forth to the Vice President and exclaimed
  "It contains that which aids plant growth and it is very strong."

  After which the Vice President went unto the Sr. Vice President
  and sayeth unto him "It promoteth growth and is very powerful."

  And the Sr. Vice President went unto the President and proclaimed
  "This powerful new Plan will actively promote growth and efficiency
  of the department and this area in particular."

  And the President looked upon the plan
  and saw that it was good
  and the Plan became Policy.

  -Author Unknown

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