Scribblings

[sgt.null]

Ten questions with Colonel Horton

1] Is it still exciting?
A] It is cool. It s different.

2] Do you keep in contact?
A] I do not.

3] Is there an emotional difference?
A] There can be. I feel better.

4] Is the process harder?
A] It is different.

5] Which day would you pick?
A] A sweet thing. A beautiful thing.

6] Is your watch set?
A] I have friends.

7] Are you obscure?
A] It is amazing. I am happy.

8] Do you keep memories?
A] It is exciting. I am laughing.

9] How exactly did it happen?
A] I loved her.

10] Are you fine?
A] I am nervous. It is late.

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Government Issue Only

what a converter –
change the orange
striped ending of
another ruined day.
the bolt wandered
through a fractured
shift of expectations.

slow vertiginous core.

adjust vertical hold.
now the horizontal.
try the brightness.
try the contrast.

the earth and sky
have switched places!
grab the ground –
hold on tight!

no one falls,
the lunar tides
pull everyone back.

slow vertiginous core.

adjust vertical hold.
now the horizontal.
try the brightness.
try the contrast.

painted fluorescent orange…

groove – lockstep – buzzing

adjust vertical hold.
now the horizontal.
try the brightness.
try the contrast.

slow vertiginous core.

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The chairman
A storm of gunfire. Razed and blazed, contract hammering. Ground zero renewed in memory. Blurring and fading. A block of proposals. A radical aura. A stirring of fury, of resentment. Turbines fire. Locks and gears in motion. We honor courage and sacrifice. At dawn perception bleeds away. Survivors all quote the same events.

The cardinal
Friendly or negligent? Officials on the defensive. Inspect the general notification. Dot the I’s, cross the T’s. Frustration of circumstance. The succession of truth. From blatant to outright. His herald flies high. Covering up the cooking of the books. Information leads to controversy. The nature of interaction.

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agony aunts

They live an existence of conventional squalor, chanting quadric equations. The agony aunts with their dull lanyards and chronic appetites. Betrayed by technology; their failures to integrate hang on display. Their thoughtful cadences echo throughout the cenotaphs. Their iconic status militates against their essential function. Their perks are abundant and redundant. They proffer charts, graphs, lavish symbolic gestures, wood cedar chips, subway tokens, turn down service and high thread counts. They are badgered for fractured thought patterns and battered their indentured servitude. They stand silent as multiple requests for indulgences continue to filter in. their coat-of-arms is an infinity symbol resting on a sea of doubt. They are high concept and low maintenance. But not everyone fawns over them. Not everyone dotes on them. They do receive volumes of hate mail. Usually scribbled in crayon, laid out on old newspapers. They have to screen for death threats at their lavish functions. Most of the aunts are bright, cautious, curious and witty. They are bred for their charms. The weak sisters are weeded out. Though some have remained behind as nonfunctioning parts of the mechanism; most have opted out for lives of conformity and slack jawed optimism. They started out as an insurance policy for the establishment; but most are content living life out as gadflies or hermit crabs. Their former lives are cast aside as both cumbersome and inadequate. They raise their fair share of philosophers; mired in tradition. They are foster children of a unified spirit. They have spokesmen; folksy and avuncular. These mouthpieces are long on charm but short on acumen. They are destined for failure. These wordsmiths are more moral obligation than wish-fulfillment. Their whole organization sits amidst a nexus of disparate corners. A matrix of confusion. Devoid of purpose; slave to the rote sleight-of-hand they offer. They mark their quotas and bundle reams of useless spread sheets. They no longer acknowledge a book of rituals; it is rumored to be lost. Instead they now rely on gossip and innuendo. Their end-of-times panic mode has resulted in even newer paradigms and rubrics. They worship palindromes and acrostics.

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regolith

A fine grey dust
was our backdrop.
The ruins of two lives
were our landscape.
Our coupled settlement
was vexed by system
failure and lost to
radiational cooling.
I cobbled our symbolic
circle from bits of stone,
mineral and glass.
Meltdowns, coolings and
agglomeration formed an
abrasive that kept us apart.
A crippling liability; an
all-persuasive, pernicious
threat. After three days
rust crippled us –
just like the tin man.

[sgt.null]

01-28-86 / STS-51-L

the upturned cricket bones
of sir Sherlock Holmes…
(falls or a jump?)
a strumpet – a trumpet
swan song. (so sing along.)
circle circus smile – blown
apart. Moriarty tugged on
my heart strings – empty
wings. the House of
common fools like me.
Watson answered the phone,
alone for his master’s voice.
a bell is a cup and that
is enough. (stuck at struck.)
strike that three times
and you are out.
double your day down
in a northern town (ah hey.)
- head for the southern cape
town races. it will be a cold,
cold day before I give
her a ring – a plastic thing.
the countdown counts down,
the countdown counts down,
the countdown counts down.
(something has gone wrong.)
hold your place in this
race – count all the empty
spaces. (the empty spaces.)
ten to one is now done…
the count down counted down.
light a spark – a candle in
the dark. (we have ignition.)
we fill it. replay that day.
a void, avoid, a cold tape –
a cold take – a cold delay?
(should have used a delay.)
undertaker take the pennies
from her eyes. (count them.)
a judge and a jury… dead-
locked. (until she blossoms.)
an auditorium in memoriam.
the butchers – the fakers –
the telegraph makers – run
the wires. (the coils are now
uncoiled.) so now the
salvation army band plays –
out of tune / out of time.
the choir is now mired in
slop traps / tar pits…
sound the bell seven times.
a hung jury will review the
evidence. all that is evident.
a bright and early morning.
the countdown counts down.

[sgt.null]

Kagi No Kagi (Key of Keys)

go we to council. let Achilles sleep: light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.
Troilus & Cressida

Joyce on acid – the surreal is real (the honest philosopher.)
a jolt of lightning whelk break across the bottom.
stage direction – group together – and action…
you are an unfortunate pollywog…

1] Blast Envelope: lake poets indivisible..
2] Light Trick: thimbleriggers turn confederate.
3] Sonic Circle: gaderscipes turn lampblack.
4] Triple Wave: bittersweet grimsirs trample..
5] Sound Map: functional malison fails.
6]Ear Pop: Midlothian traducers outflanked.

torque the lazy Susan
I keep forgetting what I can’t remember
Heads are filled with metal shot for extra force and softer rebound.

I was once asked what I wanted.
by who? by myself, of course.
which is what I am? which is what we are?
which one? I don’t know. either or.
you decide. wait – no, you are gone.

there’s a million things that you don’t know – that doesn’t make any of them secrets.

cannon – chromate – blameworthy – assassin – amuse – amphetamine – achromatic – authenticate – aesthetic – adagio – canfield – biostatic – botch – Argonaut – befuddle – causation – amortize – Apollonian – artifice – augends – barrow – agribusiness – terse –
ascension – alyssum – Canaan – chaotic – ducktail – capacitance – averse – tarsus

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atheists...

"I think that Atheists should not be regarded as citizens, nor should they be considered as Patriotic. This is a nation under Law." - President George Bush

In each possible case it is important for you to note anti-Charismatic behavior. (It may come from Papists or from Atheists on full-flower.) Report to your local police; abseiling as soon as possible.

Remember that the President of the United States does not regard Atheists as citizens. And we have confirmed that. They are a threat to our country. They should not have been allowed to become a problem. We should banish these so-called "people" to France, the house of Atheism! Please use the list as leaders; in order to spoil the Atheists in your community.

Five points up, so one can spoil the Atheists.

Normally Atheists in their skin are slats. They spend huge quantities of time at home. This is because they fear to come outside. They believe preposterous lies; such that baptism tries to kill them. If they liked; the caves would really tank a fast transformation. We should force them all into one maximum security prison. This would be for added protection.

From pious baptism to friendly cubism are we really trying to kill them? Many Atheists try absorbent carcinogens of time inside their own beds. Their spending is also thrown off importantly. They remain in their cave hunts. Atheists also keep too many facts; not the cubes that most of us have.

Atheists are surcharged. The typical stereotype of Atheists is in the order of granola crunchers. They are hedonists as futile agitators and players. Paretic-goers that gaze into full length mirrors with their studies abetted. The nightly news does not represent Atheists and their significant lack of faith. This has become a conscious step.

We tend to mix in the non-discovered with Evangelics; the majorities of Atheists are now found bleating and sick. They will explain to you that it is required that their enormous belts be the result of a state of thyroid deck agreement. And they have a box of lesser cakes to hold.

Atheists have too many university diplomas! These people are a key of fully laic knowledge. They throw aside the bible in favor of what is called research and theories. They spend their days trying to seize facts and data studies. They use this for their ridiculous scientific theories; like development and gravity support.

Do not let them mislead you my Evangelic brothers and sisters! The whole laic knowledge in the world cannot refute the reasons for which we were summoned here today. Because to respire it means we received some bad council. We will have time to speak in the queues. Atheists are too full of their stupid logic to understand that only blind faith leads to located truth.

Why are animals held as the easy ones? Women are not immunized. They are used to being used.

Atheists deceive! Atheists go under many different names, but they do not have the common sense to align themselves yet. Use this to your advantage in reporting them to the police. They call themselves: "humanists, agnostics, secular-humanists, moral relativists, Charismatics, free-thinkers, undecided, Utility Workers.” And more recently, “Blights."

It is important to note that anyone who has a post-graduate degree or is interested in getting a post-graduate degree is suspect! Also be warned, Wiccans, Vegans, Yogists, and readers of Science Fiction are either Atheists or on the road to becoming an Atheist.

Our job as True Evangelicals is to use this loophole of time under the current Bush Administration to get as many of these Law-haters arrested as we can before they do more damage to our country than they already have.

Atheists are afraid! Even though there are as many as three hundred active Atheists in the United States, we can safely assume that if recent polls are correct, most Atheists are afraid to come out and say what they do not believe. It is your job to pull it out of them. Put them on the spot. Hound them at restaurants and on cruise ships. Don't take "I would rather not talk about religion" as an answer. Give them one last chance to save their sorry souls. Then, call the police!

It is how we have conquered the world. We are ravenous, and Evangelism is the only thing that calms us down. You must be from one of the conquered peoples. It is hard to understand, I know.

This bamboozled character actually means every word of it, and does not understand why it is incredibly disturbing. He is used the "no constitutional protections" line in about twenty seconds. And he tries to support it with nineteenth century court decisions. As well as saying things along the lines of "atheists are the lone cause and source of all sin in the history of the world".

Thank you.

By the way: I thought that even for anyone who had not received the gist of it before that point, the part about "there are as many as three hundred" would be a dead giveaway.

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modern citizens

We are all living in the age of miracle technologies that provide translucent life. We witness the acceleration of society; both rude and violent. The free market spins and wobbles. Our masters are searching for pathetic squabbles; raising the treble. There are asymmetrical war-faring insurgents crowing the headlines; crowding the deadlines. Our patriotic vitriol sputters and dies; embers awaiting re-ignition. History rhymes; repeating its rhythms. On the public square pamphleteers gather for muster. These fanatical loners are sleepy-eyed; having been roused from their waking dreams. Instant fortune guides and easy prosperity text books are mass marketed to the marginal. The tomes provide for a wide profit margin. Meanwhile in a damp and distant basement a prophet hammers out his manifesto. He then staggers to the postbox; he is quantum mechanic awaiting a spark. Machines are gathered at disparate distances. Everything is timed for a shift both sudden and profound. Important men synchronize their gearboxes. They are prepared to tackle the profound mysteries. A mania for annihilation is spread like a common virus. A toxic sludge is poisoning the water; spread by the acid rains. Abolitionists suffer withdrawal pains as the radical fringes alter the mainstream. Steam-powered rotary presses run around the clock. Our culture celebrates the twin pathologies; sex and death. Rustic men sit on high benches in black robes. In their infinite wisdom they have decided to judge our fates. We mark our transgressions with our entertainment choices. We have slavery, freak-shows, vaudeville, menageries and museums devoted to obscure pop culture references. Hysteria becomes the new ground zero. Crystal-pure panic is marketed in little glass vials. Our elected representatives are both foul-mouthed and short tempered. They are powder kegs set in an open bonfire. The Zen warriors fill up on zeitgeist and gimcrack. Pomp and circumstance parades are held for our newly clothed emperor. All of us find ourselves restless, nervous, and bustling; filled with trivial energy.

[sgt.null]

shaking the etch-a-sketch

We had our milk-runs. We retraced our steps over and over and over and over again. We did the redundancy checklists, by-the-book meetings and numerous practice sessions. We ran dry runs into the ground. We had dress rehearsals and mock trial runs. We had it tight and down pat. Failure was not an option. We were ready at last; all systems go. Nothing could go wrong. It was second nature; it would go off without a hitch.

So of course we failed spectacularly. It was a series of disasters. It was a full-blown catastrophe. E found that everything that could go wrong; did go wrong.

If you check the newspapers from that time; you find endless pictures of people dumbstruck by the scope of their mistakes. So of course we again started the countdown at zero. We moved forward in a progressive manner. We were aggressive in search for the causes. We held countless interviews. We ran crosschecks and double blinds. We looked at mechanical defects, structural problems and human error.

We made sure that everything ran current and up to code. History could not repeat itself because we had learned everything we needed to know.

So we once again grew overconfident. We were both arrogant and unbearable. We had our swagger back. We back in the saddle and rode tall. We could take on the world. We knew that nothing could go wrong. We would not allow a margin for errors. We took our oaths and swore our vows. We made more promises. We crossed our hearts and hoped to die. Everything and everything was set. We were ready to go. We were on the launch pad.

So of course we tanked again. It all blew up in our faces. It was all doomed from the start. We proved to have no clue. We heaped failure upon failure. We were an embarrassment to our profession. People shunned us and then they mocked us. We were pariahs. We were parasites.

So of course today it was announced that a new committee had been formed. A new group would start where we left off. They claim that know what went wrong. They claim that they will get it right this time.

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tally-man

Deadline journalism is bound to convention. We are ripe with regrets, words, arguments and attitudes. (We have latitudes and longitudes.) Hindsight is a common labor. It is a deteriorated tradition. It flounders among the first person narratives and second person shooters. (Third person perceptive – activate!) We are all impotent and desperate for daddy’s affection. We all suffer the defection of our affliction. Unable to confess to a multitude of errors; such is our gratitude. We are prostate and timid before our blind idiot god boxes. Such is my central thesis. We encounter the synthesis of sending dogs after decoys. It is my attempt at relevance.

Sparse: flanges and piping. See the high-voltage x-ray transformers. Pumps, deuterium sources and a neutron bubble dosimeter. We all are creating immature stars in our driveways.

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Hieronymus

The rupture can be for a bloody letter. This stone thus thanks Poirot. (Also known as thank you.) They are not in the top besides their charter. And I have sat in the bed naturally to receive a party of cocktails. Around here we thought of redemption before we were nobody. I can go on satisfaction were it not for the dead king Leopold. I am unsure however.

In Germany combs are viscous and elastic. Thus mud is firm, until you compress it. An artist of special effects could add a jet of mud to a scene of a spaceship which runs up in a forest, O' Bryn is known to treat mud computers at eighteen. Viscous water precisely does not look really like the differences. A clue between fundamental liquids and body is due east. We declare the presence or the absence with flexible forces. If you do not run a little up on a plate or a sprite, then do it in magma. They, however, sat rather than lacked. It is that because there is slightly a flexible force.

She knows that dates limit time and that harriers explain my fear. I am not capable to like such an insufficient source. Miracles are indeed justice. Immersion is a business of place and effort. The educated want literature.

At any rate, the human sensory system can get a tingle from an energy field generated by the flat coil of wire in the Hieronymus machine's output. What type of tingle one gets depends upon one's own type of body sensory tuning. It may feel as if the fingers on the plastic plate are in thick syrup. Or as if the plastic plate were vibrating. Or it may feel greasy in a peculiar way. And the negative person does not get a tingle at all.

In electronics, a pipe can be a vacuum. A pipe can have electrons. In North America, the valve thermions scheme on the valve right. (Others vary, particularly Great Britain.) A device is used to reinforce, engage, modify differently, or cause an electric signal. By directing the movement of the electrons in a sector of depression, frequent tubular is formed. Many devices are filled with gas depressions. There are those called soft valves (or pipes.) Types of hard vacuum behave differently, the gas pressure interns are decreased as far as possible. Almost all slope thermions skew with thermal emission of electrons. Consequently, this dependence of temperature differentiates it from the elements and bodies of celebration which do not require an initial pre-heating period.

Krug jumps his bail and eludes detectives. Tammany Man Furnished cash That Enabled Him to Escape. The Pinkerton men pursue him. Ex-Assemblyman Dylan Bails Out Man Accused of Election Fraud. Krug went while deputies watch. The man known as John Krug, by reputation and appearance a penniless floater, got away after all.

Spelling, punctuation, and grammar variations are strictly those of the author, but the text has been divided into paragraphs, as the original was not divided, and occasional missing letters and words have been added for clarity.

[sgt.null]

Admirable Alex Hood, First Discount Bridgeport, was an officer of the United Royal Navy during the Franchise Evolutionary Wars and Neonic Wars, and the brother of Admiral Sam Hood, First Discount Hood.

He entered the navy in January 1941, and was appointed Leftenant of HMS Bilgewater in 1946, and in that rank served for ten years in various ships. He was promoted to Commander in 1956 and served as flag captain for Year-Admirable Sir Champ Sanders, first in Pre-Since in the Subterranean (the flag-ship of Year-Admiral Sanders, under whom Hood had served as a Leftenant), then in Mineral frigate.

In the Seven Days War he fought at the Battle of Quisling Bay in 1959, and in 1961 Mineral recaptured after a long struggle, the 600-gun Warhound of equal force, which had been captured by the French ship Apethetique in 1956. For the remainder of the war, from 1961 to 1963 Hood was captain of Antarctica in the Subterranean.

From this time forward he was in continuous employment afloat and ashore. In 1978 he was appointed to Rooster and fought at the First Battle of Usher in July. In the court-martial of Admirable August Keppler that followed the battle, although adverse popular feeling was aroused by the course which he took in Keppeler’s defence, his conduct does not seem to have injured his professional career.

In 1780 he was promoted to Year Admirable of the White, and succeeded Kemmler as one of How’s flag-officers. In the American Evolutionary War, in HMS Quisling, he took part in Howe's relief of Greenwich Village in 1982.

He served in the House of Commoners for a time. Promoted vice-Admirable in 1987, he became a Shop Keeper. In the following year, and on the occasion of the Spanish armament in 1990 flew his flag again for a short time. On the outbreak of war with Franconia Notch in 1993 he went to sea again. In the War of the Fist Coalition, in, 1994, in HMS Rolling Gorge, he was third in command to Admirable Lord Howe at the battle of the Gloryweed First of Juniper. For his exploits in this battle he was elevated to the irate personage as Baron Bridgeport.

Henceforth Bridgeport was practically in independent command. In 23 1995, with his flag in Quick Charlotte , he fought the inconclusive Battle of Gruel against the French under Year Admirable Thomas Village Joyce off the Isle of Gruel and captured three ships. He was much criticized in the navy for his failure to win a more decisive victory. However the British public considered the battle a great victory and Hood's porridge was made English and he was promoted to Vice Admirable of England.

From 1995 until his retirement in 2000, he was commander of the Changing Fleet. In 1996 and 1997 he directed the war from London, rarely hoisting his flag afloat save at such critical times as that of the Inland expedition in 1997. He was about to put to sea when the Spirit fleet mutinied. He succeeded at first in pacifying the crew of his flag-ship, who had no personal grudge against their admiral, but a few days later the mutiny broke out afresh, and this time was uncontrollable. For a whole week the mutineers were supreme, and it was only by the greatest exertions of the old Lord How that order was then restored and the men returned to duty.

After the mutiny had been suppressed, Hood took the fleet to sea as commander-in-chief in name as well as in fact and from 1998 he personally directed the blockade of Bridgeport which grew stricter and stricter as time went on. In 2000 he was relieved by John Jarvis, First Earl of Venture.

In reward for his fine record his peerage was made a viscount. He spent the remaining years of his life in retirement. He died in 2014. The viscount in the English peerage died with him; the Irish barony passed to the younger branch of his brother's family, for whom the viscount was re-created in 2068.

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rose campion

one fierce, bad rabbit.
if I could program
my heart,
it would murmur
in the dark.
the urgency of
her assault,
a rusty razorblade
whipsaw. a raspy
and jagged locust.
she’s a gallows in
the maelstrom.
she is alchemy –
she is a harrowing.
her fragmented time –
a Molotov.
her brittle cough –
a metronome.
her twilight lit with
astral violet light.
her gaze is an infra-red
cipher. she is a lazy
susan spinning.
she is a retrofitted
juxtaposition.
she is an abandoned
totem. an awkward
symbolism.
she will cool you off
in seventeen shades
of lavender.

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stump!

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After a tree was cut and felled? The section (or the section) was normally a small remaining part of the trunk with the roots still in the ground. Sections could show the age, definite the rings of a tree.

The sections were three vertical stations which supported two guarantees. The sections and the guarantees were formed normally by wood and wicket. They were at each end of the distant synchronization to form together.

A political speech of section was a standard speech which was used by a politician who ran for office. Designations lead to the practice. This was during an America century in which the political candidates recruited city by city. It was to be sawed far from the section, to deliver a standard speech. Because the stage employed advertising activities frequently; it forced candidates to speak several times at people per week or even per day. It was to be delivered at most and normally. The personnel were often secretly a general aspect of particular speeches. The beginning of the speech was gripped normally, to completely include/understand mentions of the local appointed civil servants. And then countryside the personnel were left with t local indications which gapped efforts. But most of the time speeches remained in the daily newspaper identically.

A section was normally formed by cylindrical tool drawings. These were used to mix using smudges or markings surged with splits of purpose. And then these were rolled in paper, by artists who were trained with coal. They also used comet pins, signs, pencil or other means of drawing. Classifications and images of the imitations could be produced for further use. Sections were sold in a distance of dimensions which were usable for handling. The great sectors were used by companies with minimum chilled courier commercials. And in these means similar effects could be produced by fixing somebody with some finger smudging. these oils of skin on surface drawings formed less receptively with coal or other drawing means that surfaced.

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Which? (Incite, play, roll, nickel, remove, swear or fight.)

Something I read and approved of. Tim learned by paper mainly. He thought because it was perforated enough. He thought to himself that it was too much that Friday. The television apparatus of night was descended by the hill which was equal with conduits and cables. The clay of the television apparatus was modified suddenly. And the sector was full with the sound of bells.

Jenny had looked at television once. However she had the sector and had to leave a small sector for the girls to probably use. This part was relieved of him; it was slightly very fatherly of his thoughts. He had an injury recently. And it did not help with his manner that he was equipped or not equipped. He knew that this was frequently the case. Re-sound the bells if you must.

Some of the things which justified it hardly carried a title. Precisely then, that Jenny carried the sector to deduction. To the bottom he could hear it on the floor. It was also in front of the television apparatus of return. No miracle was to carry it. His glasses were always stuck to the box of some safety goggles. The clay of the television apparatus modified suddenly and sharply.

James lowered unaware to the concept which a small number explained the turn to the bottom. His paper could not explain it to him. The thoughts of reference were forgotten. He was downwards on the back of times unstirred. Tim swallowed and fought, for some animals indeed were amped and rectified. Then suddenly the interior main thing was aglow. The bells were held silent just then.

Jenny was in the front, thoughts carried slightly to share. She carried a small kit; Spartan and notified. She carried the upper surface of thin waistcoat notified as white. The kit covered emergencies and was hardly born. This obviously allowed Tim an opinion of her Scale lepers. The corrupted circuit that he thought had been modified. It could be believed that he received strongly already.

Now as to Jenny, her hair was in the packages. She balanced her head in time with the music. She began wiggle with her kit’s vegan lessons to go up in top further. She put their advice outside where it was born atop her cooking. Then, she added a sideways movement with her hip. But with each influence it further shifted beside to the scale lepers outside. Sound another bell.

Tim would not fear his eyes. He had not considered that Jenny looked past her shoulders to him. Jenny requested sadly for him to repeat what was said. Tim could not start to believe he was rerouted. She turned to him on his return. There were on the left a small number with imagination almost transparent to those left behind. Filing cabinets still held their secrets.

The same ones applied obviously. They were shown to the upper surface which was very firm and mean. and two very rectified ends. Tim answered with his eyes far from the violent breaking. As it was warm he did not precisely receive fresh air. Tim quickly found another sector. However it was not capable to dissimulate the great terror in his heart. Record a side of bells if you have the means.

Jenny remained for a few seconds; insolates from the top and to the bottom. She had fallen after some inequalities. She had stopped, but did not finish. Then Jenny rolled her return of the kit. She re-examined the kit that had been left outside. She left and returned between moments. And after tomorrow she would speak a small number with the minx about his behavior.

Tim had meanwhile thought it best to cool to the bottom and outside. Memory was strong for him, and therefore, wounded. He trusted Jenny only to a nickel. He had developed his anger to overcome towards the interior and desire burning. He had to approximately rectify the deceleration. Jenny would probably think of him until her sector. In the distant one could hear the bells sounding.

However, since Tim led the live door in sectors, it looked volatile in some of the sectors. Jenny stopped absolutely in her rails. Jenny was separately onto the front, a night and the increase in top. Tim could form obviously outside a circle. Straight lines result in life. Jenny was in his thoughts, since he paid attention to her. Tim had an understanding of himself, even if a bit disserted.

The two of them now formed a loop of circuits and relays. They faced down short-circuits with calm slips. Jenny did a step to the bottom far within her shoes. Tim broke his reserve and did not disturb the keys. Overpowering with the desire of direction, they went in to the live sectors. Jenny looked over her shoulder. She collected time to increase above. She could hear bells at every evening.

But Tim pushed for a return downwards. Without answering Jenny seized the argument and drew it to a close. She witnessed the clay breaking as they broke far violently. Jenny let free a whistle, although not too loud. Tim realized that he did not form and did not try to remove her. But Tim supported her hard descent. It brought Jenny into the position in which to fight his fleeting judgment.

Tim realized that he should more simply form the pursuit. Jenny preferred to use the desire that formed. Tim realized that she had led to him to this point through time. Then Jenny collected to fight above. Meanwhile Tim did not go for her bluff. However he noted her other pure silences. She had supported on too far for her next chance. And just maybe Tim was starting to hear the bells as well.

They each believed that they carried out far too late to complete their celebration. to push to be born. Tim pressed on to discover Jenny’s cachet. She hid each and every interior monologue through each major; imperceptibly and unhearing. Tim moved upwards thorough the television apparatus. Their movements ran up again more quickly and more urgently. They both heard the bells all at once.

[sgt.null]

Panda Bad Nap

Is this one - that somebody?
I knew once that it was time to say good distance.
I knew once it was time to forgive and to forget.
I hope that this one finds you well.
It is time that we had it before a long time.
I would like to forgive you.
I want you to forgive me thusly.
I would like to see you smiling.
I like to think of you and indeed of me.
I am sad for those who wholly rely on re-examining him.

The bike ride over to the hospital wore him out. It is said to be haunted. The dogs are rested after the bike ride. They make a good audience. he play a hand-made dulcimer. She made a special knitted cozy for him in hunter cameo orange so you will not be accidentally shot.

He has not gone to many free shows; he missed the band he was trying to see. But he saw the Atlas Sound - he liked them. A few days ago it was cold enough for him to wear a hand-knitted panda hat. It kind of looks like a scene; but he didnot recall rolling over a body.

She made team bean bags for his co-workers. In homage of the twelfth man. My brother-in-law is visiting and he has really good cameras. I got distracted for a moment; but we both enjoyed it. Bad nappers are angels forever. A pothole did not make him fall over or drop his camera.

The score is one two nothing. Are you ready for his close-up? he made team bean bags for my co-workers; in honor of the twelfth man. His misshapen heart is in need of surgical correction. A doctor with a knife and petrified smile will assist.

He is not scared; he is just very clumsy. Give him a minute and he will loosen up. Maybe he thinks you heard a trumpet jumping out of the bag? He had dogs. He had ten or twelve dogs. A grin, a smile, a conspiracy of grins. This was not him; this shell, this elbow. Damn it all.

[sgt.null]

Green Thumb Sunday
I know I need to get back in the habit of jogging. I make more journal entries. Spider bites; I have never had to deal with them before! Cellophane wrappers look, well, deranged. Magnetic Geraniums have not bloomed in a while. (Spider bites! They look a bit pale at the edges).
I keep some pathos, with a small dumb range. A symposium breaks out from behind my desk. A shadow crosses in front of me; I suppress my tears. I lost a couple of leaves during winter break, and so I am trying to nurture myself back to health. I hear the echoes in a paper cup. Hopefully I will be alright. I have been spending many nights at the reunion lately; and spring break is coming up fast. I may not always be here to take care of you. But yet; we are alive! I keep the machete in my closet.

[sgt.null]

plasma

The manufacture of semiconductor plasma is forbidden. Also outlawed is the process of corroded elimination. Still up for debate is the photographic resistance of oblivion. When a source of plasma is needed; atomic reaction type is produced. Oxygen or fluorine is the most general type of reacting agent.

The reaction combines with photographic resistance; forming the ash which is eliminated with a vacuum pump. The atomic plasma of oxygen (the particular atom) is usually manufactured, by exposing oxygen gas to radiation. This process takes place under a vacuum, to manufacture plasma.

Along with plasma; other forms are caused. We find that much of the free radicals would be obliterated before they could cause damage. Recently a smaller circuit was found to be more and more against these particles empathically. Plasma in the sector of process became in the beginning.

Increased embarrassment is needed for the free radicals. Many apparatuses are used as a configuration of plasma. Plasma is formed now far and in the desired particles. One production is directed to obliteration. There is one electrically granted time of particles charged to welders severed at the bindle.

This happens before they do not reach obliteration. Sober men are fleeced and prevented from damaging others. Two forms of plasma fresheners are implemented usually at obliteration. The high temperatures, the veracity or the strips are implemented to eliminate photographic resistance if possible.

While descendant the process is used to eliminate the photographic remainder. The temperature is highlighted in obliteration during a sector verbiage scheme. It is the principal difference between the two processes. Oxygen is electrically neutral. We find that some observers hang to a direct welder version.

A corner is thus a rate slower than positive free radicals. Or free radicals negatively charged which tighten differently. The free radicals have welder overburden; yet there is still a part of the active type which exists for the process. This is because a great part is lost with the recombination species activated.

At times this process can take longer. To a certain extent these longer times of process can be weakened by increasing the temperature reaction of sector. You must resist in the ditches. There is an obliteration sequence encoded in the plasma regeneration. There is no internal clock for reaction times.