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Subject: Carl Sagan 4 th Demention Explaination

.36 Uuumkay off the bat, I'm digging this look! Everyones great in a moc turtleneck under a blazer and that cranberry colour suggests authority to me. And I already want to play Flatboard. But they should add some life to the figures. We're competing with Candyland here people! Give me some glitter!

1.15 The symphony music in the background is a nice touch. And that sexy shiny leather chair he's sitting in makes me want some Brandi and pipe. And a smoking jacket, yes a cranberry smoking jacket...

1.45 That intermittent nasal activity is almost completely overriding all the sexy points he was given for his luscious man mane. That is some shiny Pantene shiz!

2.46 This was your chance Carl! The moment to take it all from those greedy arrogant monopolizers at Candyland! Black ink? That was your additional colour of choice? I'm trying to believe in Flatland. But I'm gonna need a little effort from, you Carl.

3.11 I ate a delicious red apple this morning.

5.09 At first I thought he was struggling with his "o" sound, but now I think its the "u" that primarily trips him up. Through...cube. Its sort of driving me nuts/think its cute. I always like a nice flaw. Like a lazy eye- its endearing.

6.28 I give up! Tell me what direction! I need to know! Am I supposed to guess? So I'm swimming around in the Lake of Actual Visuals and all the sudden I've been forced to the step off the high dive into the Lake of Theory. Perhaps this is why science and I never bonded. I'm all keyed up, ready to experience the knowledge of something amazing, and then I'm told to imagine it. Read between the lines.

6.36 Trapped. Yes, trapped in the Dimension of Not Knowing. Great. I'm so glad to know about what I don't know. Carl, I trusted you! With brows like that, how could you just string me along?

The End.

Baby

We fit together like two IEEE 1284 Centronics connectors.

the dance

freedom, dear, is a tricky thing
so angels say and hearts that sing
that touched by bitter hands did fold
and turn and lay beside the cold.
the same is true for hearts that burned
with raging passion now that turned
to cold wet ash, laying quiet
screaming 'never should I have tried it!'
but screaming hearts by both of which
have passion left with least an itch.
now folded near to one another
hear each's call to the other
and matching in desire do answer,
calling to the dance the dancer.
floating between the two movers
the desire for each to be lovers!

Speaking in terms of modulation and demodulation,

Let's handshake.

When I see you

the resolution of life increases.

If you can't make it to the ocean

just use Kosher salt instead of fabric softner.

If not, you will walk the plank, Sir!

Sometimes I make your text bigger,

Just to feel closer to you.

You are the only subscriber

to the RSS feed of my heart.

Without Skin

I think I would look like this

In binary,

it would be just the 10 of us.

You're so slick.

You make Windows 98 seem like Windows 98SE.

You spin me right round

like dual SCSIs in a RAID 0 array.

Guess what.

I just deleted everybody from my contact list.

Except you.

When I look into your eyes

I see the Starfield Simulation screensaver.

I'm gonna go platinum

This is more like it...

http://video.google.com/videosearch?hl=en&q=gentlemen%20prefer%20blondes&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wv#

I heard Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

It's science.

You change my heart from #0000FF to #FF0000.

It's worse on days that end in 'y.'

I miss you like a memory read and a result writeback caching into a register that stored only the writeback.

Dress Dreams are Made of

"Come on Dover.
Come on.
Come on Dover- move your bloomin ass!"- Eliza Dolittle

Deep Thoughts on Sundayfunday

" We can replace our turbulence and seeking with enoughness, with it's raw ragged edges and places of not-knowing."

T-33... I think. Numbers and I broke up after that mad calculus incident.

Until then, then.
V

Remember when?

You had me at "Vendella has signed onto chat."

EZ Access

A tutu from me to youyou.

Actually, it's from Prada.

Your words are all the light I need.

When no one is around I lower the brightness on my monitor and read your text in the dark.

Cme++you

You have so much class you're overloading my encapsulated memory modules.

Binary Biscuits

My mouth waters at the sight of you!

Is that our love child? What will we name her?

Britney Biscuit?
Belinda Biscuit?
Baby Biscuit?

I'm blundering in billowing bewilderment at the thought of you....

Vendella

Happy 200Biscuit.

Architecture

You give me that warm and SCSI feeling.