My eyes slide out of focus.
Staring through the monitor; on it swims a tasteful analog clock, no numbers.
An eclipse: tasteful hands align in an illicit nighttime rendezvous, south of where numeral two isn't.
Sleep is an appointment kept by the sane.
Staring through the monitor; on it swims a tasteful analog clock, no numbers.
An eclipse: tasteful hands align in an illicit nighttime rendezvous, south of where numeral two isn't.
Sleep is an appointment kept by the sane.
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a celebratory post: hurrah. no more login's to remember.
by which I mean, it would be nice to have a late night messenger buddy.
evolution is good.
cheeri-o,
birdvote planck's c.
For lack of a better place to post comments, which of the things you listed is the open quote party close quote? Or was the period after 'lit' meant to make it an abbreviation for 'literary arts', thus making the phrase 'lit party'?
As for directors' scenes, there are only three of them, and only two of them that I'm not in. Hopefully I'll have figured out how to act by then.
Ciao,
That one guy.
Regarding the lit. (abbrev.) party: apparently, there's a soiree after party at some point at some place which I guess will become apparent.. today? My guess is we'll get drunk, play strip scrabble and zonk out over a dictionary argument. Jordan may (probably not) know more about this (Magic: the) gathering. Idea: you and Brendan can gatecrash this 'party,' rambling about some irregularities in the scrabble scoring...and steal people's shoes.
- same electorate, same ballots.
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