3-22-93 It's been a long, long time.

Things are starting to get ridiculous, tending to the point of absurdity, day in and out.  Time spent, truly, and who's to say, when things pile up, how high they can stretch?  But, a vacation is a vacation, as far as I can tell.  Great times are waiting for investment.

          A cadre, a group, a band,
          all collected atop the plush hill.
          Below lay the pearly sand,
          And before them lay a test of will.
          Some might say near the end,
          That something went wrong,
          Though they know of the way things tend,
          So they'd come back strong.
          They did.  And so it was
          the beginning, the start,
          Curved back as it does,
          Just before they're forced to part.
          An organization of time, again,
          And few can call it art.

The time he looked up was consumed in staggering, shocking, terror of the kind only in the darkest of flashes, deep, deep at night.  In his eyes hovered an unfocused image that filled his belly with disgust and forced his lower lip to tremble, as if to cry.  As the ghoulish slime held before him, he could only notice its proximity.