I am envious of leaves, drifting on the breeze, fading, their colour seeping out, becoming nothing but ribs and veins, then not even a thing remembered, gone.   Zen

Friday, October 22, 2004

No more needs be said

In my reach out to the aliens programme, this is the message we're sending. I think it'll give the aliens a good idea of what we know about ourselves.

posted by Dr Zen @ 4:37 pm

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