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From: [email protected] (Sweet Poly)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk
Subject: Re: psycho (psukhe)
Date: 31 Oct 1995 15:46:53 GMT
Organization: The Rancho Deluxe
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In article <[email protected]>,
Lisa Walton wrote:
>In article <[email protected]>,
>Sweet Poly wrote:



>>Sourcerer meekly does as he's told, shrieking believably, while Poly
>>watches from her perch on a keg of nails, and lights a joint, trying to
>>snag some relaxation time in a *very* busy day. She's got *packing* to
>>do...
>>
>>While Sourcerer screams bloody murder (making the punks shudder), she
>>ponders the wisdom of her post to Ross (see what you started, Ross?
>>). She'd had only the best intentions, and look what happened...
>
>Something of sorrow, (mis)understanding, and candor. Honest expression
>and an honest act of contrition. Something real. Something gained.
>
>Lisa, dreaming on the roof, realizes that she has lots of packing to
>*undo*, and, drawing the moment of relaxation and silence into
>herself, quietly slips off into the night.

Thumps and bumps emanate from Poly's rooms as she tries to get herself
ready for a temporary leave of absence. What to take, what to leave
behind? She adores packing, but is stressing from the overwhelming
complexity of this, the second move of three. Suddenly, she stops dead
in her tracks as she remembers something *really important* she needs to
do. Hurrying dowstairs to the basement, she begins crafting something at
the workbench -- screech of metal cutting metal, flying sparks, a
crucible blazing away...

A couple of hours later, she trudges upstairs, tired but satisfied -- she
can now leave this place free of cares for awhile. Pausing at Lisa's door
(no sound from within, Lisa's out and about, enjoying the night), she
slides a little flat package under the door, and slips quickly away to
finish her packing, and spend some time with the batcats and beemice, and
toss a treat to Sourcerer's dragon... maybe share a cup of tea with
Sourcerer in his tower...

>Meanwhile Sym, the caretaker of her dreams, gamboles endlessly under a
>starless sky, reveling in the clarity, in the cold, and the silence.

Lisa finds the package as soon as she returns; kicking it halfway across
the floor before she sees it. The black tissue paper with the purple
ribbon comes away to reveal:

a second set of keys for the Rancho. They're matte black, and very ornate
-- leering skulls with rubies for eyes. There are over half a
dozen, in various sizes, and they are strung together with a blood red
satin ribbon, that Lisa can tie them to her belt with, or use to hang them
from around her neck.

Rent this month should be given to Lisa. @:)

T---A
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A-T Sweet Poly
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T-A et caro factum verbum est
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