star: the morning after
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             the morning after is
             bowled over by the past palpables the past fractal awarenesses
             all pennies of playing with soap under a warm fluorescent sun
             sweetness, you were the anasthesia of the whispering kin
             if only imagined so what, if really there whispering so what

             how much sense do you think you need to feed

             how much do you got?  a lot.

             i have yet to play with vanilla.  we'll bump your quota up
             for the frozen yogurt...


                Marek Lugowski
                3 March 1998
                Chicago, Illinois