test_result Q i thought the blather angel was watching over us, so that a space by a blather would at last be a blank space to all blathees, or at least a   by a blather would remain a blank space to all blathees. but for some strange reason, as typhoid with such surprised perspicacity determined, the blather angel seems to be elsewhere. now everything is literal, so no blank space appears to be possible. how are we ever going to be able to make even just black valentime hearts? maybe our new (?) friend (at least) sweets can tell us? 000212 ... Q all you get is one blank space. everything between angle brackets, including the brackets themselves, disappears. oh, dear blather angel, help us poor sinners of depravitous desire! it probably has something to do with cgi or perl or vi or curliques or - who cares i'm going to have a haircut of my bald pate across the street from a used cd store and a fresh bagel shop. trying to deal with reality sucks. i give up. here's a gallon of desire. water your garden with it. it's supposed to be good for organic rhodadendrons and keeps ferric sulfate from blowing around. it's more like syrup than water; it would rather crystallize than evaporate, or so i'm told. can't remember if sandburg told me that or i marked ph wrong for saying that on a chem lab test. till later, over. 000212 ... Nathan88 *na* did i pass or werent you grading on pass or fail seems to me you try an aggrovate but im the one who prevails she said you maybe testing the lines do you really want to mess with something truly devine just a few words and you would see exactly how much she means to me maybe you want the best for her i promise i am not an act know that you realize this is this how you react perhaps you like her too dont forget theres a girl who loves you maybe its not true and you're looking for more choose other paths to roam and explore i know how much your freindship means it doesnt bother me the more you lean closer and closer and yet even closer i will simply look and smile 030105 what's it to you? who go blather from