RTP 2: Ghosts in the shell

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Swimming again in full swing and stroke of pages and sections of familial discourse. The very nature of the branding an iron force of will and guide. Moving around and about in the standing position, seated with red, instant is the suspicion of recognition.

One for the spectral visage, of iconic flickering from stem to point. Further investigation reveals the world and myriad of scattered bones and skeletons. Strewn across with fragments of others only in and off within the short span of a long time between punch cards to the wall clock by the water cooler on the outside of the building at level seven.

From one point to another and back again, home to roost and roast the time away from time. Chances are.

Soon Van - Friday, 2 March 2007 - 20:53

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