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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Forum: Open Topic Subject: Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies I sit in the dark in the back of the saloon... What is between my table and the dusty street is twenty feet that is on the very edge of Hell... The townspeople say they are sinners: the townspeople say they are evil... The reality is that they are just Cowboys and they are very much alive and much of the rest of this town has already died... I talk to the Lord and I Know what is Evil and what is not, which is why I hold services here and not in a church.... These men make a decision every time they put the whiskey to their lips, every time they put the tobacco to their mouths.... They make a decision between a longer, duller life or the life that they are choosing to live.... Yet I can see the desperation in their eyes; I can see that for every year that they age, they remove themselves another year from their childhood and their youthful dreams... I can see that the only time They will smell the fragrance of a lady is when they choose to pay for her... I can see that they care not a bit about Eternity, but only for today... But, that is Just Alright with me and the Lord If everybody went to heaven they'd run out of room.... Rev Buckman