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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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Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 8:49 PM UTC
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?
Words provided by Sir Frank: Asp. Fusion. Dingo. Empath. Hysteria. Xenophile. Satyr. Transubstantiation.
judy-ponceby
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Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 8:49 PM UTC
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