Spike Jones wrote:
> > "J. R. Molloy" wrote: ...If extropy could talk,
> > it would whisper in song like a morning breeze. If extropy could touch it
> > would splash sweet lotion on my aching muscles, and the stream of it would
> > soothe, refresh and delight. If extropy could see it would observe immense and
> > timeless reveries of moonlit silence within each heartbeat, sturdy as earth
> > and sea, and delicate as starlight reflected in a child's eyes. September's
> > moon remembers shadows of the would-be-nows in feather-years of stillness and
> > dismay. September's moon knows the stillness of the will-be-thens in vaulted
> > unknown spaces of the bending land. September's moon knows the suchness of
> > stretching fibers in a body singing the quiet ecstasy of its tired endless
> > fullness.
> WOW JR, you have been hiding your poetic talent for all these years.
Ah, he's been writing romance novels again. What some people will do for
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