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    Message 1 of 1 , Sep 4, 2008
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       They finally named the ghost they used to make windows vista business work they called it Casper. Casper is still a friendly ghost if still somewhat inept he scorns downloads and keeps restrictions far too long for eye must need my toolbar. He is responsible for losing time for lost documents for alligator wine. He sends my replies to all my emails making me smile. People who don't do anything for a living get caught eventually they confess it they admit they are no one but a ghost. So sad the people who insist on being someone in the world. They fill the graves and caverns of the dead. With little gray ghosts. Images of life fleeing into death the last known perimeters abandoned eye had a vision of heaven water everywhere in ditches no one ever wanting anymore. Little rivers there and rivulets for the babies dead of days. They make worlds collide. But never touching life they thrive on altruistic marigolds and GOD. The Moon is full of life the flowers thrived. They lined the inner caverns clinging to the nonexistent mud they thrive. Robots were abandoned when it became evident they aer worthless metallic creatures not even able to eat solid waste. Androids people the moon. They live on the flowers that grow in the caverns under the dry dust of Moon placer mines wanting only to survive they still live on the marigold wine and tablets pressed into a proximity of bread and wine that Christians had. There is a Android Preacher he is out of his mind he preaches that Androids can exist without the marigold wine. They used to follow him in droves but nothing ever came of it they left him soon after becoming hungry and forlorn. Today he died. They made a shrine for the dead preacher they brought him TONS of marigold flowers they filled the crater of the moon with flowers they launched a bottle of the marigold vintage into his casket they drank until they stunk then they drank some more and ate as many of the tablets as had been  pressed today. They layered the flowers end to end upon the casket and they wept not having tears it makes it hard to weep they took the petals and dropped them in a close approximation of a weep. A passing stranger there would now have said it looks just like a bunch of Androids weeping. They cry but not out loud the MOON atmosphere is not inductive to the noise but how they wept a Android Preacher soul was on the shelf above the plateau above the crater there he wept. For the soul of a Android preacher can indeed weep and drop the marigolds. Unrealed.

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