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08/26/2008 12:54 a.m.
fifth essence the scleromorphs laze before the view hits "infinite" and un buries gently in persephone's skull the book of unexhumed mystery no one can buy the pages are filled before writing to the point of blackness wild stirring up patterns with fingers alone reckless pursuit of nutrients aside this is the cluster of a thousand years drawn together to face the thousands before with spears for hands an army of nephelim (neanderthals) speaking in tongues of the plains genetically divine packets of communication (much like manna from heaven) or a treatise scratched into rocks (becoming soil into which ploughs can be sunk) in tra venous quint sans the motion of the earth and the many phase flow coils dipping past the shoppers and fruit sellers 1 2 3 4 i've probably done enough