i want to tell you that the earth's rays reach gazillicons of starships, and warm them, and the feelers respond to that light and heat, and they poke their way out of achingly cold, brittle skin, and they unravel.
i want to tell you that the waters of pattern are rough, that the tides wear away at rocks, when they expose themselves, making them soft. i want to tell you that. in a whirlwind of detritus and activity, the only inclination is towards solace, when things are healthy. please be healthy; truly healthful, happy solace, someday. please unravel your antennae and let us look at the earth, together. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
