Friday, August 15, 2003

a day delivers constant Phlllipines, a drenching tropical information centre. the constant file of rocketry, known for days as delivering, shocked the universe and living on. those were stone ages, discussed as such. frequented by westerners, the news draining from every portal, but the sentries were strange and new. what could be read into their arrival, the word of their sentence? that is the crisp sheen like fruit and dew. the troubles of an independent time ruffle the waters and heat the jungle. this day is a friday, pointed that way

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