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Shocked Silly

Sunny!

Shocked Shocked Shocked

(speechless!)

(I've missed you!!!)

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Hooray, Sunny Du Pree! Brownie
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UbbeAgonistes
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MistahREE MistahU

Sunny, I will be brief here, my long lost friend, because it is late on a -what the heck is it? friday? but I have taken this nom de plume and this incarnation to distract for at least a moment the autmunal heat of this glaring medial light of darkness being cast in my direction sending shadow and sweat sprawling forth in equal shards of wickedness abandoned before me as I hurtle breathlessly on pathways to the next godforsaken - or God be praised - internet cafe where inshallah my wifi don't fail me now!

Best rest assured that I am your old correspondent with the name taken from Robert Louis' tome. But mark my words, and word my marks, I am a-scared, Sunny. I'm a-scared! This world - you know it is so - is so rife with nothingness again..yet... still... the bland, banal quiet of a billion silent drummers - and I know - KNOW, as I know my own beating, bleating heart - that this is the reason for Lance Poster to arise anew. I don't quite understand the metaphysics of it all - never could quite get that part of it, but geesh almighty!, if it is indeed true, then we must embrace it.

But now here's the problem... the rub... the dilemma... the crux of the matter...

I have been informed - as I always was - in curious means of abnormal invention by a friend of a friend of an uncle of a colleague of someone who might actually know and I hope to hell he or she (I don't know!) does - that Lance Poster is indeed alive. But like me - who am dogged by these hellhounds of dubious descent - Lance is on the run... somewhere on the lam... and I know not where. I know not yet why. I am told that I will be given clues to help me find him, to find why- maybe I'll even make it to him in time this time. If I can by God - yes, by God! - get there first.

All I know is that I must leave this occidental world, this shade of occupational awkwardness and conventional convention to seek forth again the wicked wilderness of fomenting disstatic amongst the people of this glorious orb who deserve better than we have been given, than our generations have wrought!

Let us again blow our horns into the very orifice of the cosmos, Sunny! Let us foment! Let us FIND LANCE POSTER!
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 1:34 pm
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Sunny du Pree
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imbri wrote:
Shocked Silly

Sunny!

Shocked Shocked Shocked

(speechless!)

(I've missed you!!!)


Quote:
SpaceBass Hooray, Sunny Du Pree!


THANK YOU FOR THE CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have missed all of you as well, I miss leleleing with you guys!!!!!!!!!!!

It does not do for a correspondent in the media to take 3yrs off but with Sloman getting bail soon I had to lay low.

I am very impressed with the way unficiton has grown. I knew in my sunny little heart when I first started ARGs that they would be big!
It is good to see all the new Posters!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!REMEMBER FREE LANCE POSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wink Wink Wink Wink Wink Wink Wink
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 2:09 pm
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Sunny du Pree
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Location: Push, Nevada

Re: MistahREE MistahU

UbbeAgonistes wrote:
Sunny, I will be brief here, my long lost friend, because it is late on a -what the heck is it? friday? but I have taken this nom de plume and this incarnation to distract for at least a moment the autmunal heat of this glaring medial light of darkness being cast in my direction sending shadow and sweat sprawling forth in equal shards of wickedness abandoned before me as I hurtle breathlessly on pathways to the next godforsaken - or God be praised - internet cafe where inshallah my wifi don't fail me now!

Best rest assured that I am your old correspondent with the name taken from Robert Louis' tome. But mark my words, and word my marks, I am a-scared, Sunny. I'm a-scared! This world - you know it is so - is so rife with nothingness again..yet... still... the bland, banal quiet of a billion silent drummers - and I know - KNOW, as I know my own beating, bleating heart - that this is the reason for Lance Poster to arise anew. I don't quite understand the metaphysics of it all - never could quite get that part of it, but geesh almighty!, if it is indeed true, then we must embrace it.

But now here's the problem... the rub... the dilemma... the crux of the matter...

I have been informed - as I always was - in curious means of abnormal invention by a friend of a friend of an uncle of a colleague of someone who might actually know and I hope to hell he or she (I don't know!) does - that Lance Poster is indeed alive. But like me - who am dogged by these hellhounds of dubious descent - Lance is on the run... somewhere on the lam... and I know not where. I know not yet why. I am told that I will be given clues to help me find him, to find why- maybe I'll even make it to him in time this time. If I can by God - yes, by God! - get there first.

All I know is that I must leave this occidental world, this shade of occupational awkwardness and conventional convention to seek forth again the wicked wilderness of fomenting disstatic amongst the people of this glorious orb who deserve better than we have been given, than our generations have wrought!

Let us again blow our horns into the very orifice of the cosmos, Sunny! Let us foment! Let us FIND LANCE POSTER!


I will wait for word of Lance. His cause has not been forgotten as long as there is one person that knows of his battle.There will be no cease of the search of the truth that is instilled in Lance Poster

!FOMENTERS UNITE! WE MUST FIGHT THE ENTERNAL BATTLE OF EVIL!
!!!!!!!PICK UP YOUR BANNERS AND FIND LANCE POSTER!!!!!!!
Worshippy Worshippy Worshippy Worshippy Worshippy Worshippy Worshippy
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I dreamed a dream and now that dream has come for me


PostPosted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 2:12 pm
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UbbeAgonistes
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Joined: 29 May 2003
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Okay... gotta skedaddle, Sunny my girl. The barista - baristress? baristrette? Whatever the freak we call our coffee-pushers these days... she's looking at me funny. In that odd caffeinated way that means no good to you or me or any one under the pale blue afternoon sky... nothing good can come of it, not for me at least. But she's got that glint - that glint, don't you know - that I've seen before or maybe only dreamed I did - that rings familiar in an unfamiliar way.

And right as I'm typing those very words, she comes up to my table, picks up my java, wipes the ring of brown from off of the laminate, and then bends even lower, making darned sure I can see all the way to her freaking knees through her decolletage, as she slides her hand into her apron.

My gosh my nerve impulses quicken and as I'm ready to bolt for the door too late with my laptop and my fear, she hands to me a jump drive - and while I must've appeared to stare dumbly at her, she takes it back and sticks it in a vacant USB port for me and turns away with a wink of the eye and a haughy swish of the skirt. Over her shoulder she calls, "you have ten minutes... read quick!"

This is what was on the disk.. A text file... from St. George the Benevolent... Gregor almighty... the Harry one...

Being more than somewhat a fan (of both! You'll understand in time I hope), I knew what it meant immediately... discerned it, ciphered it again and will be outta there with my laptop, my fear and a destination in hand. At least another step closer to it... as soon as I can pass along this missive.

So I see now I need to find the key to breaking the astral mystery of the initial destination... it will come ... have faith.. have patience... but for now I must run... all will be revealed... I know.

If I get lost, or waylaid, or if I'm off trapped somewhere looking off through a, well, here is what I found...

Quote:
I was so young I was born
My eyes could not yet see
And by the time of my first dawn
Somebody holding me . . . they said

I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
We've been expecting
You bring such joy in Crackerbox Palace
No matter where you know our love is true

While growing up or trying
Not knowing where to start
I looked around for someone who
May help reveal my heart - someone said

While you're a part of Cracerbox Palace
Do what rest all do
Or face the fact that Crackerbox Palace
May have no other choice than to deport you

I welcome you to Crackerbox
We've been expecting you
You bring us joy in Crackerbox Palace
No matter where you roam know our love is true

Sometimes are good . . . sometimes are bad
That's all a part life
And standing in between m all
I met a Mr. Grief - and he said

I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
Was not expecting you
Let's rap and tap at Crackerbox Palace
Know that the is well and inside of you


Gotta scoot...
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 2:37 pm
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Sunny du Pree
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Joined: 01 Jan 2003
Posts: 636
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Lance is worthy

For all who are interested in Lance's cause here is a link to the last we heard from our brave Lance Poster

http://mywebpage.netscape.com/posterite/instant/rants.html
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Sunny Du Pree
I dreamed a dream and now that dream has come for me


PostPosted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 2:43 pm
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Sunny du Pree
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Joined: 01 Jan 2003
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Location: Push, Nevada

UbbeAgonistes wrote:
Okay... gotta skedaddle, Sunny my girl. The barista - baristress? baristrette? Whatever the freak we call our coffee-pushers these days... she's looking at me funny. In that odd caffeinated way that means no good to you or me or any one under the pale blue afternoon sky... nothing good can come of it, not for me at least. But she's got that glint - that glint, don't you know - that I've seen before or maybe only dreamed I did - that rings familiar in an unfamiliar way.

And right as I'm typing those very words, she comes up to my table, picks up my java, wipes the ring of brown from off of the laminate, and then bends even lower, making darned sure I can see all the way to her freaking knees through her decolletage, as she slides her hand into her apron.

My gosh my nerve impulses quicken and as I'm ready to bolt for the door too late with my laptop and my fear, she hands to me a jump drive - and while I must've appeared to stare dumbly at her, she takes it back and sticks it in a vacant USB port for me and turns away with a wink of the eye and a haughy swish of the skirt. Over her shoulder she calls, "you have ten minutes... read quick!"

This is what was on the disk.. A text file... from St. George the Benevolent... Gregor almighty... the Harry one...

Being more than somewhat a fan (of both! You'll understand in time I hope), I knew what it meant immediately... discerned it, ciphered it again and will be outta there with my laptop, my fear and a destination in hand. At least another step closer to it... as soon as I can pass along this missive.

So I see now I need to find the key to breaking the astral mystery of the initial destination... it will come ... have faith.. have patience... but for now I must run... all will be revealed... I know.

If I get lost, or waylaid, or if I'm off trapped somewhere looking off through a, well, here is what I found...

Quote:
I was so young I was born
My eyes could not yet see
And by the time of my first dawn
Somebody holding me . . . they said

I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
We've been expecting
You bring such joy in Crackerbox Palace
No matter where you know our love is true

While growing up or trying
Not knowing where to start
I looked around for someone who
May help reveal my heart - someone said

While you're a part of Cracerbox Palace
Do what rest all do
Or face the fact that Crackerbox Palace
May have no other choice than to deport you

I welcome you to Crackerbox
We've been expecting you
You bring us joy in Crackerbox Palace
No matter where you roam know our love is true

Sometimes are good . . . sometimes are bad
That's all a part life
And standing in between m all
I met a Mr. Grief - and he said

I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
Was not expecting you
Let's rap and tap at Crackerbox Palace
Know that the is well and inside of you


Gotta scoot...


That was so wonderful! Thank you for sharing and thank you for caring!

Quote:
Know that the Lord is well and inside of you

Thank you for reminding me!
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Sunny Du Pree
I dreamed a dream and now that dream has come for me


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UbbeAgonistes
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Joined: 29 May 2003
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Location: Perelandra

You are quite welcome my newsworthy newsmaker... we are good to remember all the big and little things we so often take for granted... like it's not always what we say, but what we don't say that is of import. Or like the Great God Miles once famously stated - "You don't have to play everything." Pause, caesura, rest, emptiness, the void between the spaces sometimes is just as important as the vapid ramblings of too-much-speak.

As I well know...

Just a quick one here to tell you that I spent a damp and dank eventide in an alley aside the landmark aside the river that takes us nowhere and everywhere at once... no new missives from Lance but I'm yet pondering the other one haunted by its words, haunted by the waitress and her auburn eyes, haunted by a truth as yet unspoken.

Fearing, believing, loving, living... on the run - motion, yes, motion... doing! Looking for the key, trying to remember how it goes, knowing full well why to do so!
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 10:58 am
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Sunny du Pree
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Posts: 636
Location: Push, Nevada

UbbeAgonistes wrote:
You are quite welcome my newsworthy newsmaker... we are good to remember all the big and little things we so often take for granted... like it's not always what we say, but what we don't say that is of import. Or like the Great God Miles once famously stated - "You don't have to play everything." Pause, caesura, rest, emptiness, the void between the spaces sometimes is just as important as the vapid ramblings of too-much-speak.

As I well know...

Just a quick one here to tell you that I spent a damp and dank eventide in an alley aside the landmark aside the river that takes us nowhere and everywhere at once... no new missives from Lance but I'm yet pondering the other one haunted by its words, haunted by the waitress and her auburn eyes, haunted by a truth as yet unspoken.

Fearing, believing, loving, living... on the run - motion, yes, motion... doing! Looking for the key, trying to remember how it goes, knowing full well why to do so!


I understand the dark void. It sought me out...I did not seek it.
Now is the time for action and no more rambling in time.
Time is relative lets use what we have left for positve action.
The spirit of Lance Poster speaks to my very soul and I shall honor his ideals

Crackerbox Palace is in the state of My Mind, USA
God Bless St. George and Scribe Stevenson!
Are there really coincedences? Is it a wave or a particle or a piece of string?

I remember free Lance Poster
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Sunny Du Pree
I dreamed a dream and now that dream has come for me


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