Monday, September 08, 2003

grave and moment, in the leaking electric and at morning, at the frame in which the picture struggles. it pores over data and refer to when exactly, and telling later. later again, with a strong arm certainty, someone telling next to nothing. the grey is planning, is rain in day and time for fields that green. let us tell the aliens and their ways. we go into details as a matter of fact, a training to the top, while the sapping strength note fails. not now? then a given that will come. someday, the needs and requests of a community.

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