Brian QTN and Mr. Roldeebee sez:
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| Location | Oregon |
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| Introduction | Longer than we called for the living ones to breathe, startled glimpses began to collect like astonished baseball cards. In every doorway, moths with beards flew around laughing at the sound of infinence and undigested diagrammes of electrical mayhem and maynot haw. Clearly there was more to it than meets the leg. Only one reassuring memory could ever reconstitute enough to organize cellular transigence and it was not time yet besides. So look no further wider, touch no wayward pulse, shine no awkward lessons more. With a finger down the throat of an opera singer's dog, anything could happen and does over and again and under and nevermore. |