From: Anonymous <anon@anon.efga.org>
Date: Sat, 30 Aug 1997 17:38:18 +0800
To: cypherpunks@toad.com
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The metallic custard scent ripped through the 
stegosaurus' nostrils.  Clearly, the monotreme 
journey it would begin as it had ended.

The ponder-tree hung itself in the heavy air, 
it's sap becomming purple, and flowed engimatically 
like a river of broken curves and powdered eggshells.

- A'Tak A'Tdorn