Wednesday, May 05, 2004

all factions relate they care, as beams from the ship mood over. we begin a clam, or shakes of telling all. the whole fits on top of filling the moment last of all. then a generation tip, faster still than lightbeams over horizonal map procedure. ours being what we can, and theirs similar, who can send out more exact care after all, as timeless as can be? a tradition filled with torpedoes, which will hit the hull in minutes. are those minutes shared?

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