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FRIDAY (5/02/08)

Twisters hit central US, 7 die
Then a light flipped through the shattered beam, seven lay spent in this, natures shock and awe. And the light flipped through the shattered beam.

Wreckage could not hold back nature’s assessment standing tall, marveling of such fine work. We’re more akin to her than we’ll confess.

US jobs data eases fears
The exhausted numbers settle in from their dawdle as the money masters ready the windswept cradles. Sleep now. Sleep. For tomorrow you need rise rested, ready, full of breath, and wide-eyed to swoon the disbelieving tide.

Bush details extra $70 billion for wars in next fiscal year
This is for the heirs of angst whose limbs will feel its wealth. This is for the martyrs whose voice is marked for death. This is for us, over here, whose influence no longer matters. This is for sightlessness now gripping our blind justice and for the wordless torment that will surely follow.

Somali militants vow to avenge US airstrike
O on the eve of Wrath, the instant of death’s resurrection, the potent sorceress flings her orb down upon the sleeping, crafting unworkable puzzles of their nodding frames, so too does Vengeance pitch down his blade.



© 2008 mrp/tpm

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