No Illusion Shatters
2010-04-19, 6:50 p.m.

All that separates us right now is a sleepy daze, a whimper, and the ever slowing penjulum of REM. I can't believe that the fifth year slid into place a simply and quietly as Nixon over our heads like a cross.
I can't help but notice as I gaze around the final eutopea we've carved for ourselves out of elderwood and construction-grade plywood how lucky we are to have escaped unwavering fate. And now under the watchful eyes of the big electron we set out to make 200 of our own.

" ... meat eating orchids forgive no one just yet."

Do nothing

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