Long time passed. Big lot of things encapsulated in droplets of time seeds. Expectations come true.New big They proved well. Got some whiskey to play with at last. Issues raised, like always. Seems new places fit the picture well.
Small words. But tones of words arrived few weeks ago. Just begun to heap them inside. Barbarian quests over (only) for a while.
posted by pzi | 11:07 AM
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and that night the town goes out to the hill
they sitt on the grass and feel that something is different now
they sit on plaids and eat
and on and on...
[and now comes the important part]
and after a couple of beer, everyone will forget
that things became so that nobody wanted
(raw translation from Skunk, "The dance of the pigs", very nice old song)
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