March 27, 2007
Nurf Shalnar


This is everywhere you are not.  This is a magical land where “Puff” and Darbot can be one.  Where the sun shines and our eyes do nothing else but open.  They do what they know, and know what they do.  Believe the parables.  Tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.  Just ask the Phish.  He swims, with no fins, and breaths with no gills.  Ask Trey.  Possibilities can be rendered and are never permanent. 

                                                                                                     Safe Landings,


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