carney's_sawdust paste! it goes hot with fission_tostadas, next year, this summer, whenever, damn shaltzy!. there is a watch on the left arm of a hostage that mimics the reflection of the eyes of his capitalized middle initial as it sits in the "sauna" melting. (that's called Humpty Jorgensen's dynamic pitch: when two pioneers walk into a forest and the only thing unclaimed is the arrow that buzzes by their ears and not the stars which are wholly all that matters. or, as such, the arrow is tainted with wings because it's an encouraged horsefly on a farm that sells off its morse code secrets to the pie ala modus championus sitting on the sill, speechless, but not intentionally. that's called Avecroix's Waft, 1947, first noticed by Sheila Hayes in her jumpers.) which brings us back to Carney's Sawdust... just now! it's there, in the middle of the ocean, spreading outward. give it 15 minutes and it'll all be gone. eat it now (with seawater) and luckily you will spawn deer from your temples. 021113 what's it to you? who go blather from