vase me? earn your urn. coop your cup. glaze your class. none shall pass. and the mother said, in all the times he ran screaming throughout the house, not once had he broken the vase on the tableau in the hall. the vase was very old and had been passed down from the mother's mother to the family, where it was used to store tedium and lint instead of the usual hoards of rotting roaches. rummaging through the book again he found a quote describing the essence of being in 991209 ... amy shave your face with some mace in the dark. 000418 ... yoink i walked by and heard my wind push it laterally. swoosh, shatter, crunch, bleed. i thought it was ugly anyway. 010518 ... Oedipa Two faces or a vase - who can say? One is both. Either/or. 030707 ... thieums Take a vase if action! 201006 what's it to you? who go blather from