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from: Hempec
205.244.24.167
2/7/00
10:54:41 PM
I look out a window of gloom, staring at boxes and shades that hide the truth from searching, curious eyes. The sill is shredded with paint chips, that, in turn are shredded with lead. Which is more deadly?
My lawn is brown, with splashes of gray-green. All color hides the frozen, colorless tundra beneath. This earthen prison threatens to swallow the soul completely. Thank the shrew that the color keeps the ravenous world at bay.
