dzlc:
Written communication, regardless of "where", is potential grounds for
legal action. Research "libel" laws.
What is truly funny, is you are bashing Google, and by posting via
Google Groups.

Not a very sophisticated "cannibal".

When a municipality takes your tax money to process your feces and
urine, do you consider this to be "profit"?

How much do you pay Google for your newsgroup services?

I say things in newsgroups, chatrooms that I would say
on my website, but these things in newsgroups,
chatrooms appear on websites, often as hate crimes.
Newsgroup piracy (Google, etc.) is the primary problem
as the information ends up as discrimination, as privacy
is relentlessly being profited from.

dzlc:
Written communication, regardless of "where", is potential grounds for
legal action. Research "libel" laws.
What is truly funny, is you are bashing Google, and by posting via
Google Groups.

Not a very sophisticated "cannibal".

When a municipality takes your tax money to process your feces and
urine, do you consider this to be "profit"?

How much do you pay Google for your newsgroup services?

Ah ya yay. There is no political asylum on the Internet. It is not of
a
country. One needs to ablige and acquire an "intenational" syntax.
"Intenational." World citizen, not world patron, Google fascism,
world and mind control in a federalist control death. A language of
comprehension, of, as.

I do have my local accent. Pay the dues to the King and shut
up. Most accepted Google as King, while they are here, they
have to pay. They are taxed. It is what makes it a mafia, lets all
sing our anthems to that. You're supposed to be out in space
with a broken helmet.

Well here he is, alive, down on Earth. He made it back, brought
back to life by the skunks. Skunks were coming is many spacecrafts
to take over Earth, far too many for the militaries to tackle.
They were everywhere, they simply outnumbered everybody.
Many people were armed and shot around with machine guns.
Beneath the furr, the metal broke loose from the guns.

The skunks were instructed not to kill, to take all in their
space cargo ships away. Humans were put to sleep. The
skunks arrived so fast that most didn't even wake up from their
sleep until they found themselves inside roots on Jupiter's Moon,
Europa. These roots grew everywhere and now covered Europa's
suface.

The vampires were at a concert, and listened passionately
at the Beethoven's klavierkonziert #3 being performed by
vampires. There was a girl, she listened to the concert,
and closed her eyes. There were trees above her, and
they were going round and round. She and the vampires were
flying.

Our man, DZLC, was picked up by an upcoming spacecraft,
and was brought back to life by skunks who filled the cargo
area. Skunks covered his body, breathed into his mouth,
he inherited the breath. The skunks moved away, there he
laid with a broken helmet breething, in a cargo full of skunks.

He didn't fully wake up until the space craft landed on Earth
and a large door opened with a lot of light outside. He stood
up, and with daze, he walked outside. Many skunks were
exiting from the cargo with him.

Finally as he stepped down on the ground, his eyes cleared.
He was looking through a broken helmet, dressed in an
astronaut's outfit. Skunks were heading toward the building,
and there were vampires flying above into the building and flying
people from the building to safety.

The vampires had UFO-s and these UFO-s were shooting at
the skunks with lasers.

DZLC had not better to do than to find safety. He began walking
slowly away toward a street behind, as fast as he could being
dressed as an astronaut. He looked back as he walked, and
saw flying vampires, skunks and laser firing from UFO-s above.

He walked and walked, until he was in an empty street, and
he felt safe, and he removed his helmet and unzipped the
upper part of his astronaut outfit. But at that moment, a vampire
lowered from the air behind him, opened his mouth, and bit him
on the back of his neck.

On Feb 6, 3:29 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:





I say things in newsgroups, chatrooms that I would say
on my website, but these things in newsgroups,
chatrooms appear on websites, often as hate crimes.
Newsgroup piracy (Google, etc.) is the primary problem
as the information ends up as discrimination, as privacy
is relentlessly being profited from.

dzlc:
Written communication, regardless of "where", is potential grounds for
legal action. Research "libel" laws.
What is truly funny, is you are bashing Google, and by posting via
Google Groups.

Not a very sophisticated "cannibal".

When a municipality takes your tax money to process your feces and
urine, do you consider this to be "profit"?

How much do you pay Google for your newsgroup services?

Ah ya yay. There is no political asylum on the Internet. It is not of
a
country. One needs to ablige and acquire an "intenational" syntax.
"Intenational." World citizen, not world patron, Google fascism,
world and mind control in a federalist control death. A language of
comprehension, of, as.

I do have my local accent. Pay the dues to the King and shut
up. Most accepted Google as King, while they are here, they
have to pay. They are taxed. It is what makes it a mafia, lets all
sing our anthems to that. You're supposed to be out in space
with a broken helmet.

Well here he is, alive, down on Earth. He made it back, brought
back to life by the skunks. Skunks were coming is many spacecrafts
to take over Earth, far too many for the militaries to tackle.
They were everywhere, they simply outnumbered everybody.
Many people were armed and shot around with machine guns.
Beneath the furr, the metal broke loose from the guns.

The skunks were instructed not to kill, to take all in their
space cargo ships away. Humans were put to sleep. The
skunks arrived so fast that most didn't even wake up from their
sleep until they found themselves inside roots on Jupiter's Moon,
Europa. These roots grew everywhere and now covered Europa's
suface.

The vampires were at a concert, and listened passionately
at the Beethoven's klavierkonziert #3 being performed by
vampires. There was a girl, she listened to the concert,
and closed her eyes. There were trees above her, and
they were going round and round. She and the vampires were
flying.

Our man, DZLC, was picked up by an upcoming spacecraft,
and was brought back to life by skunks who filled the cargo
area. Skunks covered his body, breathed into his mouth,
he inherited the breath. The skunks moved away, there he
laid with a broken helmet breething, in a cargo full of skunks.

He didn't fully wake up until the space craft landed on Earth
and a large door opened with a lot of light outside. He stood
up, and with daze, he walked outside. Many skunks were
exiting from the cargo with him.

Finally as he stepped down on the ground, his eyes cleared.
He was looking through a broken helmet, dressed in an
astronaut's outfit. Skunks were heading toward the building,
and there were vampires flying above into the building and flying
people from the building to safety.

The vampires had UFO-s and these UFO-s were shooting at
the skunks with lasers.

DZLC had not better to do than to find safety. He began walking
slowly away toward a street behind, as fast as he could being
dressed as an astronaut. He looked back as he walked, and
saw flying vampires, skunks and laser firing from UFO-s above.

He walked and walked, until he was in an empty street, and
he felt safe, and he removed his helmet and unzipped the
upper part of his astronaut outfit. But at that moment, a vampire
lowered from the air behind him, opened his mouth, and bit him
on the back of his neck.

The vampire finished his drink, threw the frozen astronaut to the
ground, wiped his mouth, looked up toward UFO-s passing by
above, and flew up. The astronaut looked up his mouth and
teeth full of blood, and with bloody eyes saw as the vampire
caught up with an upcoming UFO, sat on the corner of the round
saucer for a while, and then climed up and inside the UFO
through an opening in the top.

The astronaut removed his astronaut outfit, and with bright-red
shorts he stood up, and slowly the astronaut suit, and the
vampires in the air, and the skunks, and the UFO-s faded
away from the streets.

On Feb 6, 3:46 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:





On Feb 6, 3:29 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

I say things in newsgroups, chatrooms that I would say
on my website, but these things in newsgroups,
chatrooms appear on websites, often as hate crimes.
Newsgroup piracy (Google, etc.) is the primary problem
as the information ends up as discrimination, as privacy
is relentlessly being profited from.

dzlc:
Written communication, regardless of "where", is potential grounds for
legal action. Research "libel" laws.
What is truly funny, is you are bashing Google, and by posting via
Google Groups.

Not a very sophisticated "cannibal".

When a municipality takes your tax money to process your feces and
urine, do you consider this to be "profit"?

How much do you pay Google for your newsgroup services?

Ah ya yay. There is no political asylum on the Internet. It is not of
a
country. One needs to ablige and acquire an "intenational" syntax.
"Intenational." World citizen, not world patron, Google fascism,
world and mind control in a federalist control death. A language of
comprehension, of, as.

I do have my local accent. Pay the dues to the King and shut
up. Most accepted Google as King, while they are here, they
have to pay. They are taxed. It is what makes it a mafia, lets all
sing our anthems to that. You're supposed to be out in space
with a broken helmet.

Well here he is, alive, down on Earth. He made it back, brought
back to life by the skunks. Skunks were coming is many spacecrafts
to take over Earth, far too many for the militaries to tackle.
They were everywhere, they simply outnumbered everybody.
Many people were armed and shot around with machine guns.
Beneath the furr, the metal broke loose from the guns.

The skunks were instructed not to kill, to take all in their
space cargo ships away. Humans were put to sleep. The
skunks arrived so fast that most didn't even wake up from their
sleep until they found themselves inside roots on Jupiter's Moon,
Europa. These roots grew everywhere and now covered Europa's
suface.

The vampires were at a concert, and listened passionately
at the Beethoven's klavierkonziert #3 being performed by
vampires. There was a girl, she listened to the concert,
and closed her eyes. There were trees above her, and
they were going round and round. She and the vampires were
flying.

Our man, DZLC, was picked up by an upcoming spacecraft,
and was brought back to life by skunks who filled the cargo
area. Skunks covered his body, breathed into his mouth,
he inherited the breath. The skunks moved away, there he
laid with a broken helmet breething, in a cargo full of skunks.

He didn't fully wake up until the space craft landed on Earth
and a large door opened with a lot of light outside. He stood
up, and with daze, he walked outside. Many skunks were
exiting from the cargo with him.

Finally as he stepped down on the ground, his eyes cleared.
He was looking through a broken helmet, dressed in an
astronaut's outfit. Skunks were heading toward the building,
and there were vampires flying above into the building and flying
people from the building to safety.

The vampires had UFO-s and these UFO-s were shooting at
the skunks with lasers.

DZLC had not better to do than to find safety. He began walking
slowly away toward a street behind, as fast as he could being
dressed as an astronaut. He looked back as he walked, and
saw flying vampires, skunks and laser firing from UFO-s above.

He walked and walked, until he was in an empty street, and
he felt safe, and he removed his helmet and unzipped the
upper part of his astronaut outfit. But at that moment, a vampire
lowered from the air behind him, opened his mouth, and bit him
on the back of his neck.

The vampire finished his drink, threw the frozen astronaut to the
ground, wiped his mouth, looked up toward UFO-s passing by
above, and flew up. The astronaut looked up his mouth and
teeth full of blood, and with bloody eyes saw as the vampire
caught up with an upcoming UFO, sat on the corner of the round
saucer for a while, and then climed up and inside the UFO
through an opening in the top.

The astronaut removed his astronaut outfit, and with bright-red
shorts he stood up, and slowly the astronaut suit, and the
vampires in the air, and the skunks, and the UFO-s faded
away from the streets.

Then from the silence, suddenly people and cars appeared in
the street.

On Feb 6, 3:49 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:





On Feb 6, 3:46 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:29 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

I say things in newsgroups, chatrooms that I would say
on my website, but these things in newsgroups,
chatrooms appear on websites, often as hate crimes.
Newsgroup piracy (Google, etc.) is the primary problem
as the information ends up as discrimination, as privacy
is relentlessly being profited from.

dzlc:
Written communication, regardless of "where", is potential grounds for
legal action. Research "libel" laws.
What is truly funny, is you are bashing Google, and by posting via
Google Groups.

Not a very sophisticated "cannibal".

When a municipality takes your tax money to process your feces and
urine, do you consider this to be "profit"?

How much do you pay Google for your newsgroup services?

Ah ya yay. There is no political asylum on the Internet. It is not of
a
country. One needs to ablige and acquire an "intenational" syntax.
"Intenational." World citizen, not world patron, Google fascism,
world and mind control in a federalist control death. A language of
comprehension, of, as.

I do have my local accent. Pay the dues to the King and shut
up. Most accepted Google as King, while they are here, they
have to pay. They are taxed. It is what makes it a mafia, lets all
sing our anthems to that. You're supposed to be out in space
with a broken helmet.

Well here he is, alive, down on Earth. He made it back, brought
back to life by the skunks. Skunks were coming is many spacecrafts
to take over Earth, far too many for the militaries to tackle.
They were everywhere, they simply outnumbered everybody.
Many people were armed and shot around with machine guns.
Beneath the furr, the metal broke loose from the guns.

The skunks were instructed not to kill, to take all in their
space cargo ships away. Humans were put to sleep. The
skunks arrived so fast that most didn't even wake up from their
sleep until they found themselves inside roots on Jupiter's Moon,
Europa. These roots grew everywhere and now covered Europa's
suface.

The vampires were at a concert, and listened passionately
at the Beethoven's klavierkonziert #3 being performed by
vampires. There was a girl, she listened to the concert,
and closed her eyes. There were trees above her, and
they were going round and round. She and the vampires were
flying.

Our man, DZLC, was picked up by an upcoming spacecraft,
and was brought back to life by skunks who filled the cargo
area. Skunks covered his body, breathed into his mouth,
he inherited the breath. The skunks moved away, there he
laid with a broken helmet breething, in a cargo full of skunks.

He didn't fully wake up until the space craft landed on Earth
and a large door opened with a lot of light outside. He stood
up, and with daze, he walked outside. Many skunks were
exiting from the cargo with him.

Finally as he stepped down on the ground, his eyes cleared.
He was looking through a broken helmet, dressed in an
astronaut's outfit. Skunks were heading toward the building,
and there were vampires flying above into the building and flying
people from the building to safety.

The vampires had UFO-s and these UFO-s were shooting at
the skunks with lasers.

DZLC had not better to do than to find safety. He began walking
slowly away toward a street behind, as fast as he could being
dressed as an astronaut. He looked back as he walked, and
saw flying vampires, skunks and laser firing from UFO-s above.

He walked and walked, until he was in an empty street, and
he felt safe, and he removed his helmet and unzipped the
upper part of his astronaut outfit. But at that moment, a vampire
lowered from the air behind him, opened his mouth, and bit him
on the back of his neck.

The vampire finished his drink, threw the frozen astronaut to the
ground, wiped his mouth, looked up toward UFO-s passing by
above, and flew up. The astronaut looked up his mouth and
teeth full of blood, and with bloody eyes saw as the vampire
caught up with an upcoming UFO, sat on the corner of the round
saucer for a while, and then climed up and inside the UFO
through an opening in the top.

The astronaut removed his astronaut outfit, and with bright-red
shorts he stood up, and slowly the astronaut suit, and the
vampires in the air, and the skunks, and the UFO-s faded
away from the streets.

Then from the silence, suddenly people and cars appeared in
the street.

But as quick as it came, people started screaming. Somebody
was standing above in a window. And leaned forward. But DZLC
stepped back, and a car hit him.

Rushing to a hospital, faint lights and blackness.

On Feb 6, 3:57 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:





On Feb 6, 3:49 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:46 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:29 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

I say things in newsgroups, chatrooms that I would say
on my website, but these things in newsgroups,
chatrooms appear on websites, often as hate crimes.
Newsgroup piracy (Google, etc.) is the primary problem
as the information ends up as discrimination, as privacy
is relentlessly being profited from.

dzlc:
Written communication, regardless of "where", is potential grounds for
legal action. Research "libel" laws.
What is truly funny, is you are bashing Google, and by posting via
Google Groups.

Not a very sophisticated "cannibal".

When a municipality takes your tax money to process your feces and
urine, do you consider this to be "profit"?

How much do you pay Google for your newsgroup services?

Ah ya yay. There is no political asylum on the Internet. It is not of
a
country. One needs to ablige and acquire an "intenational" syntax.
"Intenational." World citizen, not world patron, Google fascism,
world and mind control in a federalist control death. A language of
comprehension, of, as.

I do have my local accent. Pay the dues to the King and shut
up. Most accepted Google as King, while they are here, they
have to pay. They are taxed. It is what makes it a mafia, lets all
sing our anthems to that. You're supposed to be out in space
with a broken helmet.

Well here he is, alive, down on Earth. He made it back, brought
back to life by the skunks. Skunks were coming is many spacecrafts
to take over Earth, far too many for the militaries to tackle.
They were everywhere, they simply outnumbered everybody.
Many people were armed and shot around with machine guns.
Beneath the furr, the metal broke loose from the guns.

The skunks were instructed not to kill, to take all in their
space cargo ships away. Humans were put to sleep. The
skunks arrived so fast that most didn't even wake up from their
sleep until they found themselves inside roots on Jupiter's Moon,
Europa. These roots grew everywhere and now covered Europa's
suface.

The vampires were at a concert, and listened passionately
at the Beethoven's klavierkonziert #3 being performed by
vampires. There was a girl, she listened to the concert,
and closed her eyes. There were trees above her, and
they were going round and round. She and the vampires were
flying.

Our man, DZLC, was picked up by an upcoming spacecraft,
and was brought back to life by skunks who filled the cargo
area. Skunks covered his body, breathed into his mouth,
he inherited the breath. The skunks moved away, there he
laid with a broken helmet breething, in a cargo full of skunks.

He didn't fully wake up until the space craft landed on Earth
and a large door opened with a lot of light outside. He stood
up, and with daze, he walked outside. Many skunks were
exiting from the cargo with him.

Finally as he stepped down on the ground, his eyes cleared.
He was looking through a broken helmet, dressed in an
astronaut's outfit. Skunks were heading toward the building,
and there were vampires flying above into the building and flying
people from the building to safety.

The vampires had UFO-s and these UFO-s were shooting at
the skunks with lasers.

DZLC had not better to do than to find safety. He began walking
slowly away toward a street behind, as fast as he could being
dressed as an astronaut. He looked back as he walked, and
saw flying vampires, skunks and laser firing from UFO-s above.

He walked and walked, until he was in an empty street, and
he felt safe, and he removed his helmet and unzipped the
upper part of his astronaut outfit. But at that moment, a vampire
lowered from the air behind him, opened his mouth, and bit him
on the back of his neck.

The vampire finished his drink, threw the frozen astronaut to the
ground, wiped his mouth, looked up toward UFO-s passing by
above, and flew up. The astronaut looked up his mouth and
teeth full of blood, and with bloody eyes saw as the vampire
caught up with an upcoming UFO, sat on the corner of the round
saucer for a while, and then climed up and inside the UFO
through an opening in the top.

The astronaut removed his astronaut outfit, and with bright-red
shorts he stood up, and slowly the astronaut suit, and the
vampires in the air, and the skunks, and the UFO-s faded
away from the streets.

Then from the silence, suddenly people and cars appeared in
the street.

But as quick as it came, people started screaming. Somebody
was standing above in a window. And leaned forward. But DZLC
stepped back, and a car hit him.

Rushing to a hospital, faint lights and blackness.

So what brings you back?

On Feb 6, 4:03 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:





On Feb 6, 3:57 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:49 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:46 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:29 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

I say things in newsgroups, chatrooms that I would say
on my website, but these things in newsgroups,
chatrooms appear on websites, often as hate crimes.
Newsgroup piracy (Google, etc.) is the primary problem
as the information ends up as discrimination, as privacy
is relentlessly being profited from.

dzlc:
Written communication, regardless of "where", is potential grounds for
legal action. Research "libel" laws.
What is truly funny, is you are bashing Google, and by posting via
Google Groups.

Not a very sophisticated "cannibal".

When a municipality takes your tax money to process your feces and
urine, do you consider this to be "profit"?

How much do you pay Google for your newsgroup services?

Ah ya yay. There is no political asylum on the Internet. It is not of
a
country. One needs to ablige and acquire an "intenational" syntax.
"Intenational." World citizen, not world patron, Google fascism,
world and mind control in a federalist control death. A language of
comprehension, of, as.

I do have my local accent. Pay the dues to the King and shut
up. Most accepted Google as King, while they are here, they
have to pay. They are taxed. It is what makes it a mafia, lets all
sing our anthems to that. You're supposed to be out in space
with a broken helmet.

Well here he is, alive, down on Earth. He made it back, brought
back to life by the skunks. Skunks were coming is many spacecrafts
to take over Earth, far too many for the militaries to tackle.
They were everywhere, they simply outnumbered everybody.
Many people were armed and shot around with machine guns.
Beneath the furr, the metal broke loose from the guns.

The skunks were instructed not to kill, to take all in their
space cargo ships away. Humans were put to sleep. The
skunks arrived so fast that most didn't even wake up from their
sleep until they found themselves inside roots on Jupiter's Moon,
Europa. These roots grew everywhere and now covered Europa's
suface.

The vampires were at a concert, and listened passionately
at the Beethoven's klavierkonziert #3 being performed by
vampires. There was a girl, she listened to the concert,
and closed her eyes. There were trees above her, and
they were going round and round. She and the vampires were
flying.

Our man, DZLC, was picked up by an upcoming spacecraft,
and was brought back to life by skunks who filled the cargo
area. Skunks covered his body, breathed into his mouth,
he inherited the breath. The skunks moved away, there he
laid with a broken helmet breething, in a cargo full of skunks.

He didn't fully wake up until the space craft landed on Earth
and a large door opened with a lot of light outside. He stood
up, and with daze, he walked outside. Many skunks were
exiting from the cargo with him.

Finally as he stepped down on the ground, his eyes cleared.
He was looking through a broken helmet, dressed in an
astronaut's outfit. Skunks were heading toward the building,
and there were vampires flying above into the building and flying
people from the building to safety.

The vampires had UFO-s and these UFO-s were shooting at
the skunks with lasers.

DZLC had not better to do than to find safety. He began walking
slowly away toward a street behind, as fast as he could being
dressed as an astronaut. He looked back as he walked, and
saw flying vampires, skunks and laser firing from UFO-s above.

He walked and walked, until he was in an empty street, and
he felt safe, and he removed his helmet and unzipped the
upper part of his astronaut outfit. But at that moment, a vampire
lowered from the air behind him, opened his mouth, and bit him
on the back of his neck.

The vampire finished his drink, threw the frozen astronaut to the
ground, wiped his mouth, looked up toward UFO-s passing by
above, and flew up. The astronaut looked up his mouth and
teeth full of blood, and with bloody eyes saw as the vampire
caught up with an upcoming UFO, sat on the corner of the round
saucer for a while, and then climed up and inside the UFO
through an opening in the top.

The astronaut removed his astronaut outfit, and with bright-red
shorts he stood up, and slowly the astronaut suit, and the
vampires in the air, and the skunks, and the UFO-s faded
away from the streets.

Then from the silence, suddenly people and cars appeared in
the street.

But as quick as it came, people started screaming. Somebody
was standing above in a window. And leaned forward. But DZLC
stepped back, and a car hit him.

Rushing to a hospital, faint lights and blackness.

So what brings you back?

You torture and kill a person several times in your mind in
many different ways involving cannibals, vampires, cars,
but I think it was also you falling from that window, and...
his mathematical records to produce a sarcastic laughters
of dementia even works in the operating room.

They are putting you together so you can come back to
me as the emperor of the town who clearly knows that talking
provokes the spirit of the town, as one is ruled by the
emperor is possible conspirateless things about (deep
cannibal accent) modern things (as I turned into a Cannibal).

People are already living inside these roots. They want
quiet! In the beginning, aliens left people without
technologies inside these roots on Jupiter's Europa.
So life went on, countries were formed, right here,
among us. Wars were faught inside these roots by
our great grandfathers. Like ancient times, we went
through diseases, wars, love.

But also, us, cannibals came about. Our people
wanted meat, and the only source of meat were
humans!

A collection of bones, dead people hanging upside
down... that is the way we live. We sharpen our teeth.
I am the leader, with my quiet deeeep voice I teach
cannibals about a level that distingushes us from
the humans! (hYOOOmahns)

There IS a difference.

So you want to join us. You are showing us your strength,
that you are not like them. But that you DARE to come
down to the roots. It is warmer here than on the surface.
Our fires keep the light. What is it about these roots?
(hanging roots from the top of the canal, hair not much
different as you look at my face by a torch).

--

Music maestro.

You opened your eyes in a hospital bed and see a poop on
the floor, and an old man in the room says: I saw the nurse
do it. Your leg tied up above. A machine beeping near the bed.
And a nurse appeared, and another at the door, two male
cannibals pushing a wheelchair dressed as nurses,
the same wheelchair from outer space, came and lifted you
up, your leg was just sticking up in the front. Swiftly you
were taken through the hall, and into an elevator. Upon arriving
at the bottom floor, you were taken outside of the building,
and along a long curly path, pushed up. On top of a hill,
there were more cannibals and I was there too.

We all faced the hospital below down the grassy hill.
Opps, there he goes. Rolling and rolling, oh no, his face
has panick. Look at that, at the bottom of the hill the
wheelchair bounced up and the passanger crashed
through a window. Remember these are cannibals, who
look like cavemen, and are jumping at the top of the hill
with hairy chests and a brown skirt made of leader.

At this point the cannibals are already eating inside,
surrounded with broken glass, and an arm flew out of the
broken window. By the time the security arrived, the
cannibals were all gone.

So what is it that brings you back?

A fly zoomed by.

On Feb 6, 5:04 pm, gb6...@yahoo.com wrote:





On Feb 6, 4:03 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:57 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:49 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:46 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:29 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

I say things in newsgroups, chatrooms that I would say
on my website, but these things in newsgroups,
chatrooms appear on websites, often as hate crimes.
Newsgroup piracy (Google, etc.) is the primary problem
as the information ends up as discrimination, as privacy
is relentlessly being profited from.

dzlc:
Written communication, regardless of "where", is potential grounds for
legal action. Research "libel" laws.
What is truly funny, is you are bashing Google, and by posting via
Google Groups.

Not a very sophisticated "cannibal".

When a municipality takes your tax money to process your feces and
urine, do you consider this to be "profit"?

How much do you pay Google for your newsgroup services?

Ah ya yay. There is no political asylum on the Internet. It is not of
a
country. One needs to ablige and acquire an "intenational" syntax.
"Intenational." World citizen, not world patron, Google fascism,
world and mind control in a federalist control death. A language of
comprehension, of, as.

I do have my local accent. Pay the dues to the King and shut
up. Most accepted Google as King, while they are here, they
have to pay. They are taxed. It is what makes it a mafia, lets all
sing our anthems to that. You're supposed to be out in space
with a broken helmet.

Well here he is, alive, down on Earth. He made it back, brought
back to life by the skunks. Skunks were coming is many spacecrafts
to take over Earth, far too many for the militaries to tackle.
They were everywhere, they simply outnumbered everybody.
Many people were armed and shot around with machine guns.
Beneath the furr, the metal broke loose from the guns.

The skunks were instructed not to kill, to take all in their
space cargo ships away. Humans were put to sleep. The
skunks arrived so fast that most didn't even wake up from their
sleep until they found themselves inside roots on Jupiter's Moon,
Europa. These roots grew everywhere and now covered Europa's
suface.

The vampires were at a concert, and listened passionately
at the Beethoven's klavierkonziert #3 being performed by
vampires. There was a girl, she listened to the concert,
and closed her eyes. There were trees above her, and
they were going round and round. She and the vampires were
flying.

Our man, DZLC, was picked up by an upcoming spacecraft,
and was brought back to life by skunks who filled the cargo
area. Skunks covered his body, breathed into his mouth,
he inherited the breath. The skunks moved away, there he
laid with a broken helmet breething, in a cargo full of skunks.

He didn't fully wake up until the space craft landed on Earth
and a large door opened with a lot of light outside. He stood
up, and with daze, he walked outside. Many skunks were
exiting from the cargo with him.

Finally as he stepped down on the ground, his eyes cleared.
He was looking through a broken helmet, dressed in an
astronaut's outfit. Skunks were heading toward the building,
and there were vampires flying above into the building and flying
people from the building to safety.

The vampires had UFO-s and these UFO-s were shooting at
the skunks with lasers.

DZLC had not better to do than to find safety. He began walking
slowly away toward a street behind, as fast as he could being
dressed as an astronaut. He looked back as he walked, and
saw flying vampires, skunks and laser firing from UFO-s above.

He walked and walked, until he was in an empty street, and
he felt safe, and he removed his helmet and unzipped the
upper part of his astronaut outfit. But at that moment, a vampire
lowered from the air behind him, opened his mouth, and bit him
on the back of his neck.

The vampire finished his drink, threw the frozen astronaut to the
ground, wiped his mouth, looked up toward UFO-s passing by
above, and flew up. The astronaut looked up his mouth and
teeth full of blood, and with bloody eyes saw as the vampire
caught up with an upcoming UFO, sat on the corner of the round
saucer for a while, and then climed up and inside the UFO
through an opening in the top.

The astronaut removed his astronaut outfit, and with bright-red
shorts he stood up, and slowly the astronaut suit, and the
vampires in the air, and the skunks, and the UFO-s faded
away from the streets.

Then from the silence, suddenly people and cars appeared in
the street.

But as quick as it came, people started screaming. Somebody
was standing above in a window. And leaned forward. But DZLC
stepped back, and a car hit him.

Rushing to a hospital, faint lights and blackness.

So what brings you back?

You torture and kill a person several times in your mind in
many different ways involving cannibals, vampires, cars,
but I think it was also you falling from that window, and...
his mathematical records to produce a sarcastic laughters
of dementia even works in the operating room.

They are putting you together so you can come back to
me as the emperor of the town who clearly knows that talking
provokes the spirit of the town, as one is ruled by the
emperor is possible conspirateless things about (deep
cannibal accent) modern things (as I turned into a Cannibal).

People are already living inside these roots. They want
quiet! In the beginning, aliens left people without
technologies inside these roots on Jupiter's Europa.
So life went on, countries were formed, right here,
among us. Wars were faught inside these roots by
our great grandfathers. Like ancient times, we went
through diseases, wars, love.

But also, us, cannibals came about. Our people
wanted meat, and the only source of meat were
humans!

A collection of bones, dead people hanging upside
down... that is the way we live. We sharpen our teeth.
I am the leader, with my quiet deeeep voice I teach
cannibals about a level that distingushes us from
the humans! (hYOOOmahns)

There IS a difference.

So you want to join us. You are showing us your strength,
that you are not like them. But that you DARE to come
down to the roots. It is warmer here than on the surface.
Our fires keep the light. What is it about these roots?
(hanging roots from the top of the canal, hair not much
different as you look at my face by a torch).

--

Music maestro.

You opened your eyes in a hospital bed and see a poop on
the floor, and an old man in the room says: I saw the nurse
do it. Your leg tied up above. A machine beeping near the bed.
And a nurse appeared, and another at the door, two male
cannibals pushing a wheelchair dressed as nurses,
the same wheelchair from outer space, came and lifted you
up, your leg was just sticking up in the front. Swiftly you
were taken through the hall, and into an elevator. Upon arriving
at the bottom floor, you were taken outside of the building,
and along a long curly path, pushed up. On top of a hill,
there were more cannibals and I was there too.

We all faced the hospital below down the grassy hill.
Opps, there he goes. Rolling and rolling, oh no, his face
has panick. Look at that, at the bottom of the hill the
wheelchair bounced up and the passanger crashed
through a window. Remember these are cannibals, who
look like cavemen, and are jumping at the top of the hill
with hairy chests and a brown skirt made of leader.

At this point the cannibals are already eating inside,
surrounded with broken glass, and an arm flew out of the
broken window. By the time the security arrived, the
cannibals were all gone.

So what is it that brings you back?

A fly zoomed by.

DLZC: I'd like to see Earth. I'd rather be eaten by
you people than to live in these roots. You are by
far the most intelligent people on this Moon. I'd
like to see Earth for what it is. I came hoping that
there is help. That we can come up with something.

On Feb 6, 5:04 pm, gb6...@yahoo.com wrote:





On Feb 6, 4:03 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:57 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:49 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:46 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:29 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

I say things in newsgroups, chatrooms that I would say
on my website, but these things in newsgroups,
chatrooms appear on websites, often as hate crimes.
Newsgroup piracy (Google, etc.) is the primary problem
as the information ends up as discrimination, as privacy
is relentlessly being profited from.

dzlc:
Written communication, regardless of "where", is potential grounds for
legal action. Research "libel" laws.
What is truly funny, is you are bashing Google, and by posting via
Google Groups.

Not a very sophisticated "cannibal".

When a municipality takes your tax money to process your feces and
urine, do you consider this to be "profit"?

How much do you pay Google for your newsgroup services?

Ah ya yay. There is no political asylum on the Internet. It is not of
a
country. One needs to ablige and acquire an "intenational" syntax.
"Intenational." World citizen, not world patron, Google fascism,
world and mind control in a federalist control death. A language of
comprehension, of, as.

I do have my local accent. Pay the dues to the King and shut
up. Most accepted Google as King, while they are here, they
have to pay. They are taxed. It is what makes it a mafia, lets all
sing our anthems to that. You're supposed to be out in space
with a broken helmet.

Well here he is, alive, down on Earth. He made it back, brought
back to life by the skunks. Skunks were coming is many spacecrafts
to take over Earth, far too many for the militaries to tackle.
They were everywhere, they simply outnumbered everybody.
Many people were armed and shot around with machine guns.
Beneath the furr, the metal broke loose from the guns.

The skunks were instructed not to kill, to take all in their
space cargo ships away. Humans were put to sleep. The
skunks arrived so fast that most didn't even wake up from their
sleep until they found themselves inside roots on Jupiter's Moon,
Europa. These roots grew everywhere and now covered Europa's
suface.

The vampires were at a concert, and listened passionately
at the Beethoven's klavierkonziert #3 being performed by
vampires. There was a girl, she listened to the concert,
and closed her eyes. There were trees above her, and
they were going round and round. She and the vampires were
flying.

Our man, DZLC, was picked up by an upcoming spacecraft,
and was brought back to life by skunks who filled the cargo
area. Skunks covered his body, breathed into his mouth,
he inherited the breath. The skunks moved away, there he
laid with a broken helmet breething, in a cargo full of skunks.

He didn't fully wake up until the space craft landed on Earth
and a large door opened with a lot of light outside. He stood
up, and with daze, he walked outside. Many skunks were
exiting from the cargo with him.

Finally as he stepped down on the ground, his eyes cleared.
He was looking through a broken helmet, dressed in an
astronaut's outfit. Skunks were heading toward the building,
and there were vampires flying above into the building and flying
people from the building to safety.

The vampires had UFO-s and these UFO-s were shooting at
the skunks with lasers.

DZLC had not better to do than to find safety. He began walking
slowly away toward a street behind, as fast as he could being
dressed as an astronaut. He looked back as he walked, and
saw flying vampires, skunks and laser firing from UFO-s above.

He walked and walked, until he was in an empty street, and
he felt safe, and he removed his helmet and unzipped the
upper part of his astronaut outfit. But at that moment, a vampire
lowered from the air behind him, opened his mouth, and bit him
on the back of his neck.

The vampire finished his drink, threw the frozen astronaut to the
ground, wiped his mouth, looked up toward UFO-s passing by
above, and flew up. The astronaut looked up his mouth and
teeth full of blood, and with bloody eyes saw as the vampire
caught up with an upcoming UFO, sat on the corner of the round
saucer for a while, and then climed up and inside the UFO
through an opening in the top.

The astronaut removed his astronaut outfit, and with bright-red
shorts he stood up, and slowly the astronaut suit, and the
vampires in the air, and the skunks, and the UFO-s faded
away from the streets.

Then from the silence, suddenly people and cars appeared in
the street.

But as quick as it came, people started screaming. Somebody
was standing above in a window. And leaned forward. But DZLC
stepped back, and a car hit him.

Rushing to a hospital, faint lights and blackness.

So what brings you back?

You torture and kill a person several times in your mind in
many different ways involving cannibals, vampires, cars,
but I think it was also you falling from that window, and...
his mathematical records to produce a sarcastic laughters
of dementia even works in the operating room.

They are putting you together so you can come back to
me as the emperor of the town who clearly knows that talking
provokes the spirit of the town, as one is ruled by the
emperor is possible conspirateless things about (deep
cannibal accent) modern things (as I turned into a Cannibal).

People are already living inside these roots. They want
quiet! In the beginning, aliens left people without
technologies inside these roots on Jupiter's Europa.
So life went on, countries were formed, right here,
among us. Wars were faught inside these roots by
our great grandfathers. Like ancient times, we went
through diseases, wars, love.

But also, us, cannibals came about. Our people
wanted meat, and the only source of meat were
humans!

A collection of bones, dead people hanging upside
down... that is the way we live. We sharpen our teeth.
I am the leader, with my quiet deeeep voice I teach
cannibals about a level that distingushes us from
the humans! (hYOOOmahns)

There IS a difference.

So you want to join us. You are showing us your strength,
that you are not like them. But that you DARE to come
down to the roots. It is warmer here than on the surface.
Our fires keep the light. What is it about these roots?
(hanging roots from the top of the canal, hair not much
different as you look at my face by a torch).

--

Music maestro.

You opened your eyes in a hospital bed and see a poop on
the floor, and an old man in the room says: I saw the nurse
do it. Your leg tied up above. A machine beeping near the bed.
And a nurse appeared, and another at the door, two male
cannibals pushing a wheelchair dressed as nurses,
the same wheelchair from outer space, came and lifted you
up, your leg was just sticking up in the front. Swiftly you
were taken through the hall, and into an elevator. Upon arriving
at the bottom floor, you were taken outside of the building,
and along a long curly path, pushed up. On top of a hill,
there were more cannibals and I was there too.

We all faced the hospital below down the grassy hill.
Opps, there he goes. Rolling and rolling, oh no, his face
has panick. Look at that, at the bottom of the hill the
wheelchair bounced up and the passanger crashed
through a window. Remember these are cannibals, who
look like cavemen, and are jumping at the top of the hill
with hairy chests and a brown skirt made of leader.

At this point the cannibals are already eating inside,
surrounded with broken glass, and an arm flew out of the
broken window. By the time the security arrived, the
cannibals were all gone.

So what is it that brings you back?

A fly zoomed by.

DLZC: I'd like to see Earth. I'd rather be eaten by
you people than to live in these roots. You are by
far the most intelligent people on this Moon. I'd
like to see Earth for what it is. I came hoping that
there is help. That we can come up with something.

On Feb 6, 5:42 pm, gb6...@yahoo.com wrote:





On Feb 6, 5:04 pm, gb6...@yahoo.com wrote:

On Feb 6, 4:03 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:57 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:49 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:46 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

On Feb 6, 3:29 pm, "gb6...@yahoo.com" <gb6...@yahoo.com> wrote:

I say things in newsgroups, chatrooms that I would say
on my website, but these things in newsgroups,
chatrooms appear on websites, often as hate crimes.
Newsgroup piracy (Google, etc.) is the primary problem
as the information ends up as discrimination, as privacy
is relentlessly being profited from.

dzlc:
Written communication, regardless of "where", is potential grounds for
legal action. Research "libel" laws.
What is truly funny, is you are bashing Google, and by posting via
Google Groups.

Not a very sophisticated "cannibal".

When a municipality takes your tax money to process your feces and
urine, do you consider this to be "profit"?

How much do you pay Google for your newsgroup services?

Ah ya yay. There is no political asylum on the Internet. It is not of
a
country. One needs to ablige and acquire an "intenational" syntax.
"Intenational." World citizen, not world patron, Google fascism,
world and mind control in a federalist control death. A language of
comprehension, of, as.

I do have my local accent. Pay the dues to the King and shut
up. Most accepted Google as King, while they are here, they
have to pay. They are taxed. It is what makes it a mafia, lets all
sing our anthems to that. You're supposed to be out in space
with a broken helmet.

Well here he is, alive, down on Earth. He made it back, brought
back to life by the skunks. Skunks were coming is many spacecrafts
to take over Earth, far too many for the militaries to tackle.
They were everywhere, they simply outnumbered everybody.
Many people were armed and shot around with machine guns.
Beneath the furr, the metal broke loose from the guns.

The skunks were instructed not to kill, to take all in their
space cargo ships away. Humans were put to sleep. The
skunks arrived so fast that most didn't even wake up from their
sleep until they found themselves inside roots on Jupiter's Moon,
Europa. These roots grew everywhere and now covered Europa's
suface.

The vampires were at a concert, and listened passionately
at the Beethoven's klavierkonziert #3 being performed by
vampires. There was a girl, she listened to the concert,
and closed her eyes. There were trees above her, and
they were going round and round. She and the vampires were
flying.

Our man, DZLC, was picked up by an upcoming spacecraft,
and was brought back to life by skunks who filled the cargo
area. Skunks covered his body, breathed into his mouth,
he inherited the breath. The skunks moved away, there he
laid with a broken helmet breething, in a cargo full of skunks.

He didn't fully wake up until the space craft landed on Earth
and a large door opened with a lot of light outside. He stood
up, and with daze, he walked outside. Many skunks were
exiting from the cargo with him.

Finally as he stepped down on the ground, his eyes cleared.
He was looking through a broken helmet, dressed in an
astronaut's outfit. Skunks were heading toward the building,
and there were vampires flying above into the building and flying
people from the building to safety.

The vampires had UFO-s and these UFO-s were shooting at
the skunks with lasers.

DZLC had not better to do than to find safety. He began walking
slowly away toward a street behind, as fast as he could being
dressed as an astronaut. He looked back as he walked, and
saw flying vampires, skunks and laser firing from UFO-s above.

He walked and walked, until he was in an empty street, and
he felt safe, and he removed his helmet and unzipped the
upper part of his astronaut outfit. But at that moment, a vampire
lowered from the air behind him, opened his mouth, and bit him
on the back of his neck.

The vampire finished his drink, threw the frozen astronaut to the
ground, wiped his mouth, looked up toward UFO-s passing by
above, and flew up. The astronaut looked up his mouth and
teeth full of blood, and with bloody eyes saw as the vampire
caught up with an upcoming UFO, sat on the corner of the round
saucer for a while, and then climed up and inside the UFO
through an opening in the top.

The astronaut removed his astronaut outfit, and with bright-red
shorts he stood up, and slowly the astronaut suit, and the
vampires in the air, and the skunks, and the UFO-s faded
away from the streets.

Then from the silence, suddenly people and cars appeared in
the street.

But as quick as it came, people started screaming. Somebody
was standing above in a window. And leaned forward. But DZLC
stepped back, and a car hit him.

Rushing to a hospital, faint lights and blackness.

So what brings you back?

You torture and kill a person several times in your mind in
many different ways involving cannibals, vampires, cars,
but I think it was also you falling from that window, and...
his mathematical records to produce a sarcastic laughters
of dementia even works in the operating room.

They are putting you together so you can come back to
me as the emperor of the town who clearly knows that talking
provokes the spirit of the town, as one is ruled by the
emperor is possible conspirateless things about (deep
cannibal accent) modern things (as I turned into a Cannibal).

People are already living inside these roots. They want
quiet! In the beginning, aliens left people without
technologies inside these roots on Jupiter's Europa.
So life went on, countries were formed, right here,
among us. Wars were faught inside these roots by
our great grandfathers. Like ancient times, we went
through diseases, wars, love.

But also, us, cannibals came about. Our people
wanted meat, and the only source of meat were
humans!

A collection of bones, dead people hanging upside
down... that is the way we live. We sharpen our teeth.
I am the leader, with my quiet deeeep voice I teach
cannibals about a level that distingushes us from
the humans! (hYOOOmahns)

There IS a difference.

So you want to join us. You are showing us your strength,
that you are not like them. But that you DARE to come
down to the roots. It is warmer here than on the surface.
Our fires keep the light. What is it about these roots?
(hanging roots from the top of the canal, hair not much
different as you look at my face by a torch).

--

Music maestro.

You opened your eyes in a hospital bed and see a poop on
the floor, and an old man in the room says: I saw the nurse
do it. Your leg tied up above. A machine beeping near the bed.
And a nurse appeared, and another at the door, two male
cannibals pushing a wheelchair dressed as nurses,
the same wheelchair from outer space, came and lifted you
up, your leg was just sticking up in the front. Swiftly you
were taken through the hall, and into an elevator. Upon arriving
at the bottom floor, you were taken outside of the building,
and along a long curly path, pushed up. On top of a hill,
there were more cannibals and I was there too.

We all faced the hospital below down the grassy hill.
Opps, there he goes. Rolling and rolling, oh no, his face
has panick. Look at that, at the bottom of the hill the
wheelchair bounced up and the passanger crashed
through a window. Remember these are cannibals, who
look like cavemen, and are jumping at the top of the hill
with hairy chests and a brown skirt made of leader.

At this point the cannibals are already eating inside,
surrounded with broken glass, and an arm flew out of the
broken window. By the time the security arrived, the
cannibals were all gone.

So what is it that brings you back?

A fly zoomed by.

DLZC: I'd like to see Earth. I'd rather be eaten by
you people than to live in these roots. You are by
far the most intelligent people on this Moon. I'd
like to see Earth for what it is. I came hoping that
there is help. That we can come up with something.

Typo: I'd like to see Earth 'with my own eyes'.

The giant roots steamed at the surface of the icy Moon.
Low white clouds surrounded the scenery.

DLZC: I'd like to see Earth. I'd rather be eaten by
you people than to live in these roots. You are by
far the most intelligent people on this Moon. I'd
like to see Earth for what it is. I came hoping that
there is help. That we can come up with something.

Typo: I'd like to see Earth 'with my own eyes'.

The giant roots steamed at the surface of the icy Moon.
Low white clouds surrounded the scenery.

Cannibal: The energy is possible.

DLZC: I'd like to see Earth. I'd rather be eaten by
you people than to live in these roots. You are by
far the most intelligent people on this Moon. I'd
like to see Earth for what it is. I came hoping that
there is help. That we can come up with something.

Typo: I'd like to see Earth 'with my own eyes'.

The giant roots steamed at the surface of the icy Moon.
Low white clouds surrounded the scenery.

Cannibal: The energy is possible.

(Google archived everybody)

Before the cannibals began to dance...

Some were swinging in on roots, others danced.

All the cannibals were sleeping. DZLC got up quietly,
grabbed a torch and stepped above the cannibals.

Holding a torch, DZLC was climbing back up through the
roots...

DLZC: I'd like to see Earth. I'd rather be eaten by
you people than to live in these roots. You are by
far the most intelligent people on this Moon. I'd
like to see Earth for what it is. I came hoping that
there is help. That we can come up with something.

Typo: I'd like to see Earth 'with my own eyes'.

The giant roots steamed at the surface of the icy Moon.
Low white clouds surrounded the scenery.

Cannibal: The energy is possible.

(Google archived everybody)

Before the cannibals began to dance...

Some were swinging in on roots, others danced.

All the cannibals were sleeping. DZLC got up quietly,
grabbed a torch and stepped above the cannibals.

Holding a torch, DZLC was climbing back up through the
roots...

made quiet steps above the cannibals, then holding a torch
(fire on a stick) he was climbing back up through the roots
(root canal sounds horrible).

On Feb 6, 6:17 pm, gb6...@yahoo.com wrote:





DLZC: I'd like to see Earth. I'd rather be eaten by
you people than to live in these roots. You are by
far the most intelligent people on this Moon. I'd
like to see Earth for what it is. I came hoping that
there is help. That we can come up with something.

Typo: I'd like to see Earth 'with my own eyes'.

The giant roots steamed at the surface of the icy Moon.
Low white clouds surrounded the scenery.

Cannibal: The energy is possible.

(Google archived everybody)

Before the cannibals began to dance...

Some were swinging in on roots, others danced.

All the cannibals were sleeping. DZLC got up quietly,
grabbed a torch and stepped above the cannibals.

Holding a torch, DZLC was climbing back up through the
roots...

made quiet steps above the cannibals, then holding a torch
(fire on a stick) he was climbing back up through the roots
(root canal sounds horrible).

The cannibal appeared in the root canal: How you doing?

He dropped the torch, picked it back up, and the cannibal
was nowhere in sight. He quickly moved the fire around.

On Feb 6, 6:17 pm, gb6...@yahoo.com wrote:





DLZC: I'd like to see Earth. I'd rather be eaten by
you people than to live in these roots. You are by
far the most intelligent people on this Moon. I'd
like to see Earth for what it is. I came hoping that
there is help. That we can come up with something.

Typo: I'd like to see Earth 'with my own eyes'.

The giant roots steamed at the surface of the icy Moon.
Low white clouds surrounded the scenery.

Cannibal: The energy is possible.

(Google archived everybody)

Before the cannibals began to dance...

Some were swinging in on roots, others danced.

All the cannibals were sleeping. DZLC got up quietly,
grabbed a torch and stepped above the cannibals.

Holding a torch, DZLC was climbing back up through the
roots...

made quiet steps above the cannibals, then holding a torch
(fire on a stick) he was climbing back up through the roots
(root canal sounds horrible).

The cannibal appeared in the root canal: How you doing?

He dropped the torch, picked it back up, and the cannibal
was nowhere in sight. He quickly moved the fire around.