It goes backwards again.
Circle hindmost.
Nothing else without.
Here ourselves and now exact.
On the morrow will everything work.
Forthright through eventide the lacuna sings.
We didn't encompass what had never asserted itself.
Open heretofore and now through the entryway novelty herein.
Nothing else without.
Here ourselves and now exact.
On the morrow will everything work.
Forthright through eventide the lacuna sings.
We didn't encompass what had never asserted itself.
Open heretofore and now through the entryway novelty herein.
posted by Pneumonica at 6/22/2006 09:24:00 PM
2 Comments:
Would the Ataraxia Foundation approve?
Our world ends with our reach. Live inside a bubble and count yourself a king of infinite space.
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