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Apr 13, 2004 05:37

Bloody spymac is pissing me off seriously now. You'll see there's a link to what would have been my sales site, had said site not seriously crammed its head somewhere it should not have. Here I am, sitting on a nice fat pipe, and the FTP up for the thing can't break 1.6 kb/sec. Burn!

That said, the test items - The Lists! - are up, if you can get in.

Double checking some mp3 generation, since the audio mastering on a mic that pics up hiss and pop is a pain in the ass. Need a real mic. Need a badger. Need a good old fashioned beating around the bush so I won't have to say...

Damnit, this isn't going to work.

Meanwhile, because I have one handy, a poem.

Deriven, March 2004

adrenaline again, adrenachrome return
ashes in my chest, massless on my breath
this wasp spun back and forth
has nothing left to gain, ashes in my chest
perhaps the greatest cost,
forgetting my refrain

and when I begin to grasp path of bough and light
adrenachrome returns, weighs all my limbs of wood
so many and so few
the limbs I shuttle now, paper of the wasp
dredging at my home

and how to stop the path
emetic memories, another lostling baby
panicked to the core

Standard warning:
I really could get a badger in you if you steal this. It would just take a while.

web, poem

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