chefleal paste! not separate, but one, were the golden bison when they scoured each of the basins within the Empire State Building. for all the little basic ears, nothing but mountain spring water trickling down the neck of the secondary librarian who was slowly scratching her pigtails, with both hands, with a brass spoon after reading some Thrasymachus. most people were aware of the sizable planks being thrown from the porch into the two hoses creating snags, but little did they know, an entire subculture of half-bald eagles were flying overhead, eager to return the DVD's that were so overdue. they definetly think that a map is not needed, in general. three available but only one is still in memory. and you'd think she was standing underneath a waterfall, but she was in a taxi, returning home. 020814 what's it to you? who go blather from