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Greetings Matte Black,

We would like to apologize for the interruption in the delivery of your Daily Horoscope. Your regular Astrologer Marie-Josephena has passed from our spritual plane due to natural causes. We share the grief of your loss, but take solace in knowing that her death was just and swift and she never saw it coming. We are sure you will be pleased that we have appointed Marie-Josephena's longtime and very notable student Ron as your personal astrologer.

Here is your horoscope for
Tuesday, April 3.

Don't stress about money. Don't stress about your lack of career plans. Forget about any doubts in relationships. Sit around alone, broke, and content rather than stressed out, hating your job, and wondering if the people that you know hate you.


DAMN, he's good.

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Bill submitted our online tech support site pages to our Associate Director at the end of last week. Hopefully she won't require too many changes. Most of the layout was preordained, so anything that we might have to modify will be in the text or cosmetics. We met our deadline with a month to spare, so we wait.

Everyone has been too busy or too asleep to chat or play games over the past two nights. I've been losing myself in livejournals and drifting onto tangents of other websites while soaking up information, conveyed emotion, observation, and nonsense to store in my subconcious under the apparent thoughts that rifle away as something either spontaneous or more interesting intrudes to hold my attention, undermining any given moment of clarity. I can't pinpoint anything worthwhile in my own creative endeavors, but I've gathered ideas that will either be put into application, lost, or discarded after time re-evaluates them.

"a creature made of sunshine, her eyes were like the sky
rabbit howls like something old as we twist to a lullaby
the scalpel shines in god's sunshine
the streetlights whisper pain
down here near the poison stream, our god has gone insane."
Dax Riggs - Scream of the Butterfly