October 30th, 2002 - 10:04 a.m.

A statement, a pun, another statement, an English based mathematical chain, a state, and another chain.

Everything is not right.

Such an all encompassing statement. We are left.

Have already said it too many times: reconstruction out of alabaster shall begin now.

I do not know. Do not know. Not knowing. Now?

Can only go sideways. Crab like. Give me those pincers back.

Yes. So. Off. - Fucken. Neo-narcissism. - Might. Tire. Eventually. - Yes. So. Off.

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