kemulya_48 c r 0 w l48 new day sun rises in the glass frame hanging on the wall above me, reflected as it comes up over the laurel highlands. a drawing hilary made of six people in ink when she was nine. it seems year 48 has arrived as prophecied in the book of kemulya...well, i hobble up and take the hand of a maris den ciean. sexless. if it comes to meet me, then i will go to greet it. 080221 ... c r 0 w l l w 0 r c it was something to do with the ghost of jetztcrowl returning to rillianson. carrying him in his arms, through time and space, back to the entrance of the carnival of fire. to the crank...(vier_seizoenen_the_ghost_of_jetzt_crowl) we all overstep our boundaries. 080223 what's it to you? who go blather from