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Date: 04 Jun 2004
Time: 22:04:27 -0500
Remote Name: 216.192.45.7
Ahhhh! So you do make some claims! But rather subtly skirt the whole issue of who you realy are, other than a food artist. (I do have to admit, I too on occasion have mixed my mayo with mustard and once was quite adept at creating smooth surfaces in sour cream with unsuspecting and very sotovocee potato chips. Rippled no less. Amazing how well you can disguies midnight refrigerator raids when people only look for sweels instead of the height of the sour cream tide.) And one of my very little used talents is being able to untangle huge knots of gold chain. I am afraid to say that I can follow the links much better than I can your grammatical pine knots of oppossites to see weather the nullifying flip is over the un, the toss, the ware or the obligation. So, first you claim you are not dating your parents (nor yourself), nor a statement - but leaf open the exact nature of who you are dating. (We hope it is not CARBON, at least at this point. But maybe you like chemical bonds? A little oxygen on the side, hold the ravioli? - - That was a bit of elemental humor best appreciated in a group of chemists at a convention long past midnight after consuming a bit of homemade brew. The stuff you dare not proof because you could set the whole lab on fire.) Anyway - your second claim is who you do know. Are we to assume that this "knowing" is not in the archaic sense? If it was, well that would clear up the whole left by your first claim. And then periwinkle - a color everyone can wear and look good in, or so I hear. Course a periwinkle colored bird told me that, so take it with a wing of salt as their might be a grain of truth in there summerware. Moments do nicely, if moments are all you have. Me