Welcome into this disfroptic opera. The mean end is a dead horse, and language will. Will won't. Who didn't? And then the number two was split five times over.
A spaceship through space: it crashes on a strange new place a little like that other place where the people all dance and let loose the warcries. It's one kind of thing they bring with them, and it's another kind they use to take readings with, but no one expects the new life in this new place to be so alien. Seven and six more were lost; the translatory is a dangerous place; nevermind the view.
How many times? Iit's not the multitudes that count. Re-parse your question.
Posted by Tom at March 11, 2004 06:42 PMDoes this mean you won't marry me?
(I think you skipped a line)
Posted by: Big McLarge-Huge at March 15, 2004 09:59 AM