There once was a barometer substitute, where a trampoline now stands, ready to quake in the NW corner, sun-slicked by a Nikkeid Chinese Rice Lamp, havering. Where Absolut bottles oozied their intoxicating Eval ego-wr@th, Gerizim instruments of Intuitive Cyberwarriors wait insteed, @ BATTN: Hi. My name is Elijah {Thy name is cloaked}. Fried Water, please.
