Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Somewhere Between the Samba and the Omega

We are writing from a place somewhere between the samba and the omega, between aleph and Babylon 5, between y griega and the Halls of Montezuma and the shores of Tripoli.

Nestled in between the harp and happenstance, the Quizno's and the quizzical, the quetzal and the phoenix.

Knee-deep in oyster shells, crustaceal, proudly clawed and defiant.

We are giants, we are constant and unchanging, we are prehistoric, and we hail from the future.


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