Friday, February 20, 2004

trade on with the theory while you relax as an alien. the aliens tell us smog and smut, classic injunctions, then stand back. our actions precede other actions, also ours. we decide to reroute or renovate, it's all possible. if the first thing has a friend, the friend is first, and ours. aliens are tired. we're tiring. modest snow accumulation. the hills of West Virginia ring with what was left behind. some day, poles apart, some day, the orb.

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