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- From: parakeet@wixer.cactus.org (Jim Eikner)
- Subject: Re: Descriptions...
- Message-ID: <1993Jan25.205939.12119@wixer.cactus.org>
- Organization: Real/Time Communications
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- References: <JBrandt-240193162416@aaa.uoregon.edu>
- Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1993 20:59:39 GMT
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- Parakeet stands just outside the pool cast by the Light of Reality...
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- "Don't let the name throw ya. I ain't no bird. It's just that I used to
- commercially raise the things and have lived around them my entire life. Here
- in the bar I'm an inbred Texan complete with Tony Lama's, leathery skin, a
- Stetson and a pearl-buttoned Amarillo Slim shirt... "
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- Parakeet steps gingerly into the light...
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- "But, in reality, I'm a 6'2" tall, 43 year old owner of a professional light
- and sound company. My hair is rather long and grey, and my taste in clothes
- runs towards sweatshirts, sneakers and loud Hawaiian shirts. I spent many
- years in the bar and restaurant business. I chose my persona because I
- figured every bar needed at least one red-neck... heh!"
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- Parakeet exits the light and returns to his two-top and beer...
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- --- Parakeet ---
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- --
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- "...for no man lives in the external truth among salts and acids, but in
- the warm, phantasmagoric chamber of his brain, with the painted windows
- and the storied wall." --- RLS ---
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