At the sound of a howl at the nightway door, the trees quiver and shed leaves 'til forming a mass of fallen flotsam to be carried in the wind, down the path of this dark brood of a place. The nightway door stands in silence, an arch stone still among the rage of the shadows. Even the snow dressing the floor is black littered shrapnel, glittering,
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btw: if Huxley hasn't seen that math equation thing i just mentioned, show it to him; i thought he'd like it.
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it's amazing.
just like the platypus.
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How did New Year's Eve celebrations go? Mine were laaaaaaame. Really.
Also, are you going to be staying put for the next little while? What's your sitch? I realized I didn't bring you your care package, and it's sitting next to me, ready to be sent off.
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my favourite line:
And out flows a night tide from the nightway door, stars tumbling through the thick, against the ground, sparkbursts with fiery chirps lighting up the shadowcast, just before spiralling up into the sky.
sweet dude.
i'm going to be staying in ottawa, yes...
so maybe i'll get my package when i visit you and greg?
it will hopefully be soon? either that or i'll email you my new postal address?
yeah.
too bad your new years was LAME, you should have come with us lame-trons!
peace.
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