affame_le_geant_jamjar_buzznudder fyn gula and so, one by one the menschlieche hummels of boffden's swarmarmy succumbed to the stringent defense system of the portuguese rescue squad and plummeted to their deaths, sacrificing their beautiful lives for for the revolution that will not be televised, the living renaissance that publishes inner change on the scrap paper of the hungry heart. as the stalwart band of foreign birds approached within a few kilometers of the wooden cart, only a handful of angry bumblebees remained. it was here at this moment of obvious desperation that they needed to allocate step two of boffden's esoteric plan of attack. since step one failed miserably, it would have to be the second more difficult endeavour that of necessity must find success. proudly wearing a white number o1 on the back of his yellow and black striped rugby shirt, jamjar buzznudder, captain of the swarmarmy stopped in mid-flight to contact boffden via the static free tekla line. waiting for the beardless gnome to answer, jamjar meditated on the indominable task that awaited him. it was his marox pass. his time to give his ultimate expression of love. 020711 what's it to you? who go blather from