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Linda Berglund
Jun 29, 1998, 3:00:00 AM6/29/98
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GIRL POWERRRR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Mrs Carter (linda B
Dodo
Jun 29, 1998, 3:00:00 AM6/29/98
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Linda Berglund wrote:
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> GIRL POWERRRR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LEG POWERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Qapla'
Dodo
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Jun 30, 1998, 3:00:00 AM6/30/98
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In article <01bda386$41e65080$baf364c3@jeusitlk>,
She quit because she had blood in her feces? That's goddamn disgusting.
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Chemically Imbalanced Spice
Jun 30, 1998, 3:00:00 AM6/30/98
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In article <359800...@wxs.nl>,
j.br...@wxs.nl wrote:
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> Linda Berglund wrote:
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> > GIRL POWERRRR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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> LEG POWERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
> Qapla'
> Dodo
> [oops this is not a.f.v.a is it? [-: ]
Geri has nice legs herself :)
The Way of the Eternal Dove
Sep 12, 2017, 6:46:10 PM9/12/17
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Heard 'Man on the Mountain' on youtube. Great album. Geri has done fine work with the masterpiece.
Here is some Angels of Hope fanfiction with Geri as the angel Gloryel. Gloryel features all the way through the 'Angels Saga'.
http://noahidebooks.angelfire.com
Angels of Hope
Gloryel and Daniel
Pleasant days. Gentle days. Humble days. Daniel, after all is said and done, seemingly getting over it. Finally, seemingly, getting over it.
Gloryel took the load out of the washing, filled the basket and waltzed outside, her headphones on, listening to a Mozart Concerto, happy in her world of contented love. She put the clothes up one by one, the socks, shirts, skirts and pants. The pegs were good pegs – plastic Eternya pegs which Daniel had recently purchased, and would last forever. Well done hubby. When the clothes were up she looked at them, dripping in the light, the water cascading downwards, to the grass, perhaps splashing some unfortunate ant, or other bug. Disappearing into the earth of the heavenlies, finding its home. Perhaps to return somehow, but in mysterious ways beyond the knowledge of Gloryel. Heaven had always been strange to Gloryel. It was like a mystery, in many ways. Held together, perhaps only by the fidelity of God. Physical laws? They had made sense on earth. In heaven everything was backwards. But perhaps it was meant to be. The true power of life. The true power of God. She looked at the water, dripping down, looked at the clothes in the heat of the day, and wondered if they were happy. It was a recent thought, so Daniel had claimed, that things, even mundane objects in heaven, had a spirit of sorts. A true animistic idea for which Daniel was truly famous for. Were her clothes happy? Did they enjoy being washed? Did they enjoy being cleaned? Gloryel knew she certainly did and their cat, Mushroom, which was over near the bushes, in the shade, currently licking herself, also obviously enjoyed being cleaned. But did clothes enjoy it? Water. The stuff which cleansed. Oh, a little soap never hurt, but Daniel preferred his stuff washed just with water, and Gloryel did not object. Water? How did it clean? Oh, chemical reactions she supposed. Washing away loose particles of dirt and gunk from clothes – clothes more strongly knitted together through their atomic connections than the dirt, which was more loose, and able to be dislodged by the cleaning agency of H2O. Water. Cleaning. And more – for drinking. To quench thirst. And, of course, to cleanse the inner system. And the more you drank, usually, the weight stayed away, which was ever so important for a typically vain spice girl of renowned weight fluctuations. She stood there, looking at the dripping water, when Daniel yelled ‘Babe. Were are you?’ and so she disappeared back inside, looked at the fast food he had brought home for dinner, and looked forward to enjoying the new movie just made – Titanic 47, yet another instalment in the epic series.
* * *
Daniel looked at the ice block. It was the last one in the freezer. ‘Do you mind babe?’ he asked her, pulling it out, giving her his best ‘poor me’ look. She wanted to complain. It was hot. It was the last one. ‘Go on, then. I’ll have some ice water.’
‘Thanks babe.’
5 minutes later, sitting out the back, watching the neighbours a little, she sipped her water, and thought again on the purity of the stuff. Simple chemicals. Simple energy, apparently, from the source of all life – God. Apparently spirit matter filled everything – the whole universe – and the spirit of God moulded such stuff into life and other useful things, for his entertainment, and to impart his children into the grand adventure of it all. Water – one of the fundamentals. But, supposedly, 5 elements. Fire. Very hot. Earth – solid. Wind – Free as a bird. And then, the most intense, the ecstasy of Plasma. The fifth element.
5 elements – the basis of existence. The matter of the physicality of the spiritual realm. 5 Elements, and 5 of the angels claimed them. But the other two? Saruviel at 6 and Michael at 7? What on earth represented them? The unknown elements? The unknown powers? Who knew.
* * *
‘So, babe, you wanna go see a movie. The new ‘Freerider’. It should be great. Saruviel never stuffs up with his epics.’
‘Maybe,’ she responded, sipping on water. ‘But I really want to cleanse myself at the moment. To understand something. To ascertain a mystery.’
He looked at her quizzically. ‘What mystery?’
‘We’ll have to wait and see, dear Daniel. We will have to wait and see.’
‘Oh, ok. Well let me know if you find your answer. I’m off to see Freerider.’
‘Bye,’ she responded. And he was gone.
She sipped on her water, purifying herself. She needed to be clean. She would wash 7 or 8 times tonight. Cold showers. Scrubbing a lot. Perfectly clean. Then she would sit in the quiet room, and pray, and think. The sixth element? And the seventh? What could they possibly be?
The music of Enya made her at peace, and as Boudicea the extended version entered her heart, she found the sixth inside. It was darkness. A very, very, dark spirit. Very, very cold. Capable of Absolute Zero – of absolute nothing. Frozen in time, frozen in heart, at peace with the darkness, cold, but a cool breeze to soothe what she knew the seventh to be. The eternal power and wrath of the Almighty one. Michael, God’s favoured child. The seventh son. The power of God. White light. A burning power beyond the heat and intensity of Plasma. Excruciatingly powerful and strong. A blaze of absolute glory. BUT, as they say, it was always darkest before the dawn. ALWAYS.
*
Daniel watched Freerider catch the bad guys, rescue the maiden, get a kiss, and save the day. Another typical classic. Well done Saruviel.
He ordered water from the movie canteen. He drank it all. He ordered two more bottles. He drank them all. He needed to be suddenly clean. Something in him was telling him this.
When he got home Gloryel was naked, and she kissed him, and they sat in the cool of the night, drinking ice water.
‘I have found what I needed to find. Understanding.’
‘Did you work out 8?’
‘Huh? What was that Daniel?’
‘Nothing babe. Lets fuck.’
‘Hmm. Men.’
The End
Here is some Angels of Hope fanfiction with Geri as the angel Gloryel. Gloryel features all the way through the 'Angels Saga'.
http://noahidebooks.angelfire.com
Angels of Hope
Gloryel and Daniel
Pleasant days. Gentle days. Humble days. Daniel, after all is said and done, seemingly getting over it. Finally, seemingly, getting over it.
Gloryel took the load out of the washing, filled the basket and waltzed outside, her headphones on, listening to a Mozart Concerto, happy in her world of contented love. She put the clothes up one by one, the socks, shirts, skirts and pants. The pegs were good pegs – plastic Eternya pegs which Daniel had recently purchased, and would last forever. Well done hubby. When the clothes were up she looked at them, dripping in the light, the water cascading downwards, to the grass, perhaps splashing some unfortunate ant, or other bug. Disappearing into the earth of the heavenlies, finding its home. Perhaps to return somehow, but in mysterious ways beyond the knowledge of Gloryel. Heaven had always been strange to Gloryel. It was like a mystery, in many ways. Held together, perhaps only by the fidelity of God. Physical laws? They had made sense on earth. In heaven everything was backwards. But perhaps it was meant to be. The true power of life. The true power of God. She looked at the water, dripping down, looked at the clothes in the heat of the day, and wondered if they were happy. It was a recent thought, so Daniel had claimed, that things, even mundane objects in heaven, had a spirit of sorts. A true animistic idea for which Daniel was truly famous for. Were her clothes happy? Did they enjoy being washed? Did they enjoy being cleaned? Gloryel knew she certainly did and their cat, Mushroom, which was over near the bushes, in the shade, currently licking herself, also obviously enjoyed being cleaned. But did clothes enjoy it? Water. The stuff which cleansed. Oh, a little soap never hurt, but Daniel preferred his stuff washed just with water, and Gloryel did not object. Water? How did it clean? Oh, chemical reactions she supposed. Washing away loose particles of dirt and gunk from clothes – clothes more strongly knitted together through their atomic connections than the dirt, which was more loose, and able to be dislodged by the cleaning agency of H2O. Water. Cleaning. And more – for drinking. To quench thirst. And, of course, to cleanse the inner system. And the more you drank, usually, the weight stayed away, which was ever so important for a typically vain spice girl of renowned weight fluctuations. She stood there, looking at the dripping water, when Daniel yelled ‘Babe. Were are you?’ and so she disappeared back inside, looked at the fast food he had brought home for dinner, and looked forward to enjoying the new movie just made – Titanic 47, yet another instalment in the epic series.
* * *
Daniel looked at the ice block. It was the last one in the freezer. ‘Do you mind babe?’ he asked her, pulling it out, giving her his best ‘poor me’ look. She wanted to complain. It was hot. It was the last one. ‘Go on, then. I’ll have some ice water.’
‘Thanks babe.’
5 minutes later, sitting out the back, watching the neighbours a little, she sipped her water, and thought again on the purity of the stuff. Simple chemicals. Simple energy, apparently, from the source of all life – God. Apparently spirit matter filled everything – the whole universe – and the spirit of God moulded such stuff into life and other useful things, for his entertainment, and to impart his children into the grand adventure of it all. Water – one of the fundamentals. But, supposedly, 5 elements. Fire. Very hot. Earth – solid. Wind – Free as a bird. And then, the most intense, the ecstasy of Plasma. The fifth element.
5 elements – the basis of existence. The matter of the physicality of the spiritual realm. 5 Elements, and 5 of the angels claimed them. But the other two? Saruviel at 6 and Michael at 7? What on earth represented them? The unknown elements? The unknown powers? Who knew.
* * *
‘So, babe, you wanna go see a movie. The new ‘Freerider’. It should be great. Saruviel never stuffs up with his epics.’
‘Maybe,’ she responded, sipping on water. ‘But I really want to cleanse myself at the moment. To understand something. To ascertain a mystery.’
He looked at her quizzically. ‘What mystery?’
‘We’ll have to wait and see, dear Daniel. We will have to wait and see.’
‘Oh, ok. Well let me know if you find your answer. I’m off to see Freerider.’
‘Bye,’ she responded. And he was gone.
She sipped on her water, purifying herself. She needed to be clean. She would wash 7 or 8 times tonight. Cold showers. Scrubbing a lot. Perfectly clean. Then she would sit in the quiet room, and pray, and think. The sixth element? And the seventh? What could they possibly be?
The music of Enya made her at peace, and as Boudicea the extended version entered her heart, she found the sixth inside. It was darkness. A very, very, dark spirit. Very, very cold. Capable of Absolute Zero – of absolute nothing. Frozen in time, frozen in heart, at peace with the darkness, cold, but a cool breeze to soothe what she knew the seventh to be. The eternal power and wrath of the Almighty one. Michael, God’s favoured child. The seventh son. The power of God. White light. A burning power beyond the heat and intensity of Plasma. Excruciatingly powerful and strong. A blaze of absolute glory. BUT, as they say, it was always darkest before the dawn. ALWAYS.
*
Daniel watched Freerider catch the bad guys, rescue the maiden, get a kiss, and save the day. Another typical classic. Well done Saruviel.
He ordered water from the movie canteen. He drank it all. He ordered two more bottles. He drank them all. He needed to be suddenly clean. Something in him was telling him this.
When he got home Gloryel was naked, and she kissed him, and they sat in the cool of the night, drinking ice water.
‘I have found what I needed to find. Understanding.’
‘Did you work out 8?’
‘Huh? What was that Daniel?’
‘Nothing babe. Lets fuck.’
‘Hmm. Men.’
The End
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