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To: loantech who wrote (29008)	1/5/2007 10:50:35 PM
From: John McCarthy	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 78421

I cannot believe YOUR this shallow .... I am *pre-occuPIED right now and will respond tomorrow ... a poster ... regards, John

To: loantech who wrote (29008)	1/6/2007 8:58:00 AM
From: Rollocaster	Respond to of 78421

Great week-end in perspective... Existentialism meets Libertarianism meets Capitalism meets Frankenstein meets the Werewolf meets Dracula... You and I can play Abbott and Costello... This will be one for the ages... The Jester ps.: Russian shapeshifting spell for EC or anybody wishing to participate... “ He who desires to become an oborot, let him seek in the forest a hewn-down tree; let him stab it with a small copper knife, and walk round the tree, repeating the following incantation: On the sea, on the ocean, on the island, on Bujan, On the empty pasture gleams the moon, on an ashstock lying In a green wood, in a gloomy vale. Towards the stock wandereth a shaggy wolf, Horned cattle seeking for his sharp white fangs; But the wolf enters not the forest, But the wolf dives not into the shadowy vale, Moon, moon, gold-horned moon, Check the flight of bullets, blunt the hunters' knives, Break the shepherds' cudels, Cast wild fear upon all cattle, On men, all creeping things, That they may not catch the grey wolf, That they may not rend his warm skin! My word is binding, more binding than sleep, More binding than the promise of a hero! Then he springs thrice over the tree and runs into the forest, transformed into a wolf.” —Sabine Baring-Gould, The Book of Werewolves