>>>>>[My, the matrix is as pretty as the astral. It is a wonder how it spands pass the sun's home, and yet, can fit on my smallest finger. You humans are a wonderous and sad race. I find yours words lacking, as though they drip with false poison. I hear much puffing of one's size, but not much else. You say how the shiney star wearer is not wanted in the concrete and metal pipe caverns. Yet, I have met a few of the 'undersiders' who wear the star and try to maintain the balance in the eternal darkness. Perhaps you need to look beyond the metal eyes you have had planted in your bodies like mushrooms and see the true Underground.
And the mushrooms from there are mouthwatering. ]<<<<<
BW 302 (19:36:47/12-01-72)