Date: Thu, 12 Dec 1996 06:03:55 -0600 From: Danny Lloyd Subject: Re: INT: HWY 41 Shirley, now, almost sat in Cooper's lap. She smiled wickedly into his eyes as he continued to try his best in providing an answer to her 'G-Man' question. "Well, don't you, uh, see, its very simple. Uh, you see, the term, uh, G-Man, uh, the term, uh, Gee, Man! Duhh, dat is, that is, dat, uh, term, uh, oh." Shirley seemed to smile more and more wickedly as Cooper became more and more tounge-tied and confused. She didn't realize the turmoil in his eyes had suddenly acquired a new tint. Cooper's mind aburptly ceased its search for definitions and revealed an unexpected vision. He saw a sphere on a golden carpet of sand. It reflected the beaming sun into his mind's eye, revealing another, imbedded vision, one of a word, 'Pachinko'. The word appeared as if suspended on a pedestal of bright stars. He saw that more of these 'stars' surrounded it, and all of this was in the midst of the bright reflection from the sphere. Suddenly he saw another vision entirely. He found himself in the sky, looking down at the moon-lit desert. A bright flash then filled the area, followed by a defeaning roar. It reverberated for miles, ending up, among other places, in the ears of his now-waking self. He looked through the window and saw the remains of the flash and realized this unpredictable night was really just getting started. -----to be contineud---- --------------------- Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of E-MAIL while I nodded nearly napping I realized sumpin was hap'nin My computer began tapping, sorta rapping, rapping like it never did before Tis some virus entreating entrance to my hard drive's store Some late-night virus entreating entrance to my hard drive's store Will I e-mail nevermore? Ah distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December and my dying 486 wrought its ghost upon the floor Eagerly I wished the morrow Plainly I will need to borrow from someone surcease of sorrow through the loaning of one more rare and radiant 'pooter' that the salesmen name a 'loaner' nameless here till I get to the store