Posted by Oddipus Rex on June 13, 2003, at 18:39:46
In reply to on the propper time to slip the cable..., posted by a very little sphinx on June 13, 2003, at 15:56:34
and his pants are poopy
death is a long white night that smells like cabbage and there are no bananas on the sphinx chow
> all night, the night has been darkening, the voices are insurmountable... how do i explain it...
>
> first there are the tears, hot burning salt, when you can barely breathe, you lie, and there is a wailing inside of you that is likened to a furious tornade...
>
> how soon... how soon... that which lies near at hand... how soon...
>
> night, mother.
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