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Just Another Day in Sector 8

Xenophiles see it all the time.

 

The transubstantiation of matter

causing hysteria among every culture.

 

One alchemical shift from lead to gold

and you have empaths weeping over asps,

telekinetics dropping things on fairy's heads.

 

A tiny fusion of atoms and the next thing you know

satyrs are dancing with dingos, sphinxes are doing the two step.

 

Who knows what the next time/space shift is going to bring?

 

Sigh...........makes for a long day at work.  Ya know?

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Written by
judy-ponceby
American
Published
Oct 27, 2011
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Words provided by Sir Frank:

Asp. Fusion. Dingo. Empath.

Hysteria. Xenophile. Satyr.

Transubstantiation.

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