April 11th, 2003 - 12:37 p.m.

Ostrich is missing, this shall have to suffice.

Around the corner, a child's voice whispers: bye bye.

The cool blush of spring through broken window and a red fuzzied tentacled thing that has come out of its ocean depths to bid a blink hullo. Floating gently. Deadly if touched.

The oppressive stench of aerobic bacterium furthering their culture.

Predictable susceptibility does not make for clever innuendo.

N.

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