2003-01-07 - 8:43 a.m.

Sign your name in the snow. Main street is not so far away now. Members of some pool table bar mingle outside, walking and bunching together like magnets and glue. Diaryrings, what do they really mean, what is their purpose, their meaning, their signifance? Surveys say that 98% of people think they are not 98% of people. Gold wit, they share so many arms and legs and lips and tangled hair. Search for the one universal truth, the one universal meaning, in the stars, across the sky, watching the plane and its streak and cotton smoke. Diaryland, it isn't -

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