Frenzy to a fever pitch with the demise, of sorts, of Hank and his affected existence. Testing once, twice and too many times past thrice, calls and beeps with a shot at bringing down the rote. Everybody holds onto the quiet of the status quo. Breathe a break into the babble on its own and the desire for a dedication on alienation suffers a blow. Return this to the stasis pod, a look up for no clown.
Sunday, 1 January 2006 - 15:23
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