Thursday, May 27, 2004

Depths Lurk Within

just today, i strived, and lo, the toast of an single piece didst become blackened like the night. And up from the fiery tumult there arose a choking darkness the likes of which the eyes of man have not seen before nor shall see again. And a third of the kitchen was blotted out in darkness from the rising of the sun till it reaches its zenith. And all the peoples cried out in despair, "Damn, that was my breakfast!"

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