Persephone

Everyone has a love story, for who has not loved? Even if that love lasted but a single moment, still it can claim its place in memory, to be cherished...or regretted.

True poetry does not die; it continues to speak to us--to our soul, if you believe in that word. A friend of mine came across this piece recently. It can not be called poetry in the classic sense: its demand for an answer is too real. ~~~~...

Words, mere words... Change has come, 'twill not be undone.

Now that it is mine, I want this program to have a good shell. Remember, you have until midnight of next Monday, the 20th, to submit your design to liaison Toluca. Do not fail me like the others.

Why do I trouble myself so for a fool who would throw his life away? I will have to watch him much more closely.

I may have underestimated him. There was something in his manner... Perhaps he is not so stupid after all. He could be even more useful--and more dangerous--than I thought. Archived image unavailable: 028.jpg

The Unlimit pig is ours. Soon his body will give up its secrets. And my husband now owes me a considerable favor.

Men--always hungering to grasp the pretty object dangled before them. Both the Unlimit pig and my husband will find that it is not so simple as that.

[Flood received this message from an Exile, who hoped to have it distributed through our network. My husband's stupid and arrogant lackey threw it away as soon as he'd read and failed to understand it, but I rescued it from his large pile...

I've known our new liaison officer, Salera, for a long time. We see some things from the same point of view, her and I. She will be meeting with many of you in the days ahead, and wanted you to know about her, to know her background. This...