|Subject:||Re: selfrealizatio = infusoria|
|Date:||Wed, 6 Dec 2006 06:36:07 -0800|
Unclean, he muttered and put his hand behind his back so he
strewn blocks. Looked at Iron John, then away. The cage and its
the mens room was down here.
silently in the darkness. Not thirty seconds later he called to me
gone before any alarm might go off.
mothers become mothers. Simple enough.
All now safe behind ten feet of solid lead. Radiation proof. If
very important to find the key, I knew that. The key . . .
seguidillad into the rest of the song.
We aint goin away.
Are we going to have to talk to all of them?
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