Table of Contents | 31 March 2008
Our twin maples pass as much as fifteen minutes a day in chitchat, but they only speak to each other. I fear neither of them will ever be great artists unless one of them dies.
OK, I'll admit that cyborgs are perhaps not exactly traditional harbingers of spring, but for that matter, when was the last time you saw an actual rabbit delivering eggs?
Our father (who art from heaven) / sleeps standing-up, in an anti- / gravity chamber, but Mother ...
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