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From: fabrezio hartunis, jr. -ir, nohaska
Date: 04 Jun 2005
Time: 21:58:19 -0400
Remote Name: 172.195.76.107
me. i like islands. ones you can read about that fair trade winds take you to. perhaps even, oddly enough, give you an unparaleled view of the sourhen cross, although i am not sure if its a summer constellation or comes out in Fall or rises in Winter. maybe it just circles around like the north star does. i wonder how islands were named islands. were sailors so disbelievieng that it was land in the middle of the ocean that they had to lookout had to keep repeating "no, i am not joking, it IS Land." replaced later by "land Ho!" although that is more, i htink, a comment about the sailing profession than anything else. or perhaps hpeful thinking. Buda pest on the Hoofer, sounds like pests at C (some call them rats, we call them winged pigeson) who were either into the whole zen experince of travel, or were growing in their knowledge of iit, althoug it could just be a cleaver disguys for a veiled rat. me. i like islands. islands of whip cream dotting a nice chocloate sueflay. bikini sized dark choloate shavigns on my mockachino. curly Q sheese clumps grouped like the sandwich islands in search of a good pitta summer loafa. chunks swimming in a sea of rougefort dressing up the ritz and wearing a frown of crinoline expanding proportions. followed bya little port when you dock in the starborad. me. ilike sitting on the bow of the shipp, fir trade winds blowing away the cobb webbs of spiders too long ago spinning the plattters. hmm. maybe its an antipasto night. with bread crumbs and drum sticks in hand, i pick up two bagits togo. (did i mention the snladwich islands were the best place to spot land sharks?) me. i like islands. so much coast line, so few fishing hooks, eyes and buttons. zippers. oh, nice 6 foot long zippers that go on and on like the scent of hot dogs on a summer afternoon. waifing in the fabreeze.