17 Dec
2003
17 Dec
'03
11:17 p.m.
Say, Duncan - you can do John Young, but can you make any sense of this?
Approved for your convenience, in sterile jello molds. The Lawnboy nods assent.
The sun, a gaseous ball of tomato paste and model trains, is lost
among clouds of thankfullness.
Response time is minimal. Lost among oceans of billiard balls made of styrofoam - tiny marmots build complicated nests of velveeta.
Sounds like the lyrics to a YES song to me. Compare the styles: "The silhouette will charge the view of distant atmospheres." Fred <admin@dcwill.com>