Wednesday, January 14, 2004

more space patterns entrance our coming together 'as a nation' but widows and widowers start scorign ont heir own. they've planted the sponge in the right palce and now have a firm grasp on what coems 'next'. any reference to 'next' implodes direly: we're united in that cause. meanwhile, the aliens stretch out ion a pasture called Time, where zonign regulations cause differences, adn change seems complete, tho it isn't really. the Elves, furtehr along, stand for a treat. they've got the gas, so to speak.

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