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with no chimeras?
In the darkest of all alleys, not even a lamppost to smoke beneath... samie
T1: Ted Without those tidbits of tension, life would be grey.
T1: Rook It is lonely.
T1: C.Y. S1: The head with no chimeras is a mother with no sense of humour for life, a singer without voice, a lover without tears.
T1: Kathleen K Morgan S1: Without the chimeras, we live in worlds of black and white and grey Without distinction, as if we look through the the lense of a dirty camera Which refuses to be aimed at anything of beauty or vitality. kkm
T1: k.monitzer S1: Staining the halls of our momentous contemporary aftermath, its belly swollen and teeming with collective conception, it busies itself with regeneration and egotism. All the while burrowing among us with toothsome good looks and a pocketful of peril, we remain sleeping as it inhabits, lurid & just getting started.
T1: Jaime S1: The head, neck and shoulders of a human being put together in congruously to mock evolution's faults. A tiny neck supporting a huge, ego-blown head?
T1: dan labuda S1: it lies atop the sand in which we bury our own
In the best of us, the whirl about our heads reminding us not to take anything too seriously, as all belongs to a power greater than ourselves... Jana
Dancing on rooftops are those most interested in chimeras...Ted
******************************************************************************* Date: 1/15/01 Comments: Each of us must listen to those flights of fancy if we are to survive this mission. gertie |
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