Jun 30, 2005 08:22
Whence upon this moment write I here this now, 'scribing forthwith the minutes left within this day that wished away, baring cool caressing weather and a night quite wet, supposed. Minutes more they few remain, as entrained this I I find to be, this one who knows himself as me, remotely known as someone else, he, they, them...
Astride, closing, too close now, I have mere moments more to space some words in greetings here and farewelling both place and day... wouldst thou have more to work, to live and leave, if with that it came with vinyl cladding and pheremone junctures, plastique, a nine mile hyphen and token begats?
Lost lorries binding, this I cry, time to depart, this place deny!
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w00t!
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Be well, humanoids et.al.