Monday, October 02, 2006

transmission in disjunctive couples

Sometimes a pony gets wet. Sometimes a girl gets rest. Sometimes a leader loses distinction between movie and living room and computer screen and dream.

Clouds hover under the ceiling, the good kind, and grandma returns home on a fluffy white dog.

Sunshine in October says a lot. It says: "warming" and "warning" and "I like your purple shirt, doctor." Yes,

each diagnosis must be made individually. There is no mechanical numerical cut-off. Unfortunately, they are raising robots in some of those medical camps.

The wet pony convulses at such foreboding, such blind. Closes his eye, where dream is located.

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