20:45) Judy Malloy 22-OCT-94

With the aid of a poem, I breached the firewall at PARC
but was repelled by the sheer volume of accumulated messages.
The 376 messages on the WELL were shifting with vague unease -
like an old warm waterbed.
Every one on Arts Wire reached out with solid,
comforting snail mail.

Caffeine courses through Chris' body.
Tequila courses through mine.
I haven't had a decent cup of coffee
since before the accident.
The procedure is too arduous.

Stealthy I plugged in the 286
with dBase on my mind,
but the telephone rang.
"What is the Internet?"
Bill wanted to know.

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