6 days to Calgary
#yyyy-mm-dd :p
 2024-01-12

 There you are. Eyes occupied by a bunch of pixels turned inside out. Just how
we like it.

 The gopher bandit was right, the hole of fun made it about 2 inches too close,
the mammoths drowned in liquid bliss. If you weren't born yesterday, you
recognize the faucets. The corpo-sheins, the X's, the cigar smoking blue birds,
the mammas on the sewing machines, the reddard aliens - their tongues busy,
as if the pool of raped data was about to dry out.

 On the other shore sit the _free_, the egotistic, the self obsessed, 
the victors, fell by the propaganda of the intoxicated redeemers.

 Left shore, right shore, free shore, corporate shore, they all kick about,
drinking from the very same pool.

 I see you thinking about that molotov cocktail. I suppose you already know -
plain text doesn't burn.