Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Tom Yest is like a shadow on me all of the time? Turn around, bright eyes...

The freckles on Tom Yest's ankles form a constellation unknown to modern astronomy. They form a word unknown to cutting-edge linguists. They reveal a truth that has not been known to Mesopotamia for millennia. But before more can be said, I must answer the phone.

It was you, thank god! And thanks for reminding me that I've already said too much. Now I really must go: There's a knock at the door.

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