A letter!
category: residue [glöplog]
waxed his chest hair into fractals before
trying to sit on a metaball made in
YOUR ROOM.
Oh shit! Breaking news say that Tristar demo devision closes. My life will never be the same, because
a rose by any other name just ain't as sweet or
a donkey. So finally I got
stoned again.
Then I was like
the glenz polygons we sent you, and it was so-o-o pleasant...
I couldn't help but laugh, but the truth is
not told. Yesterday evening my neighbour
got drunk, fell asleep in the hall, woke up in assembly with
lots of people partying like there's no tomorrow, and
the donkey started dancing too.
And all this time, all this time, man, I tell you, I felt like I was made of glenz polygons. Can you dig the pleasure?
No.
Luckily todays compos at Assembly were
Luckily todays compos at Assembly were
totally like glenz polygons! Totally. I bet you could even see through them if you needed.
Speaking about seeing through, I just watched...
that one porn flick where
recursion was explained, and
quaternions as well, so I
took my Royal Temple Ball and
rolled the balls over a
SceneSat-guided
flying carpet with