Time Heals All Wounds.. And Then Kills the Patient
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Morning
Morning
Thu Apr 27 11:34:59 2006
Unstrung but still tuned

Outside the event horizon, save from eavesdroppers but still whispering, a plan to invade, infect, and leech for their lives on their dry, dusty, bleeding lips. "The string does not bend inwards, it does not respect the concave. Thirsty eyes probe the structure, at this distance squinting to simulate microscopes, reverse-perspective allows hands to wrap around something infinite at its heart. A gesture invites further examination... "there", where things are nearly flat, there may be a spot of concavity in which we may live, crossed lines. A nod, ritualised expression of respect, and they prepare for descent.

World news continues to be worrying...