Out one side of the building the sky is the faintest Easter Egg shades of pink through to blue, so delicate it could be pierced with the nail of your little finger. On the other side, however, it is an ooze of gunmetal grey, heavy, ominous. It bodes. (1 point)
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
guts and garters
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
Tuesday, August 22, 2000
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