I guess I was trying to call you about the time-banded because I ran a 5K run by Imperial

Palace on Saturday at 9.30 a.m. I don't know how your call-ins work but I'm at 407

and I'm the guy that ran the marathon with you last June and Jennifer told me not to

step in the dog's group, thanks again. I need it.

I am Dr. Rung, she ran here, all the old tent cyborg hobby traditions.

Sometimes, in a creative writing process, I come up with an idea so original and fresh

because there's though an atomic bomb has gone off in my brain.

As with old forces of such magnitude, there is fallout.

It is though my mind becomes a nuclear wasteland devoid of any kind of concept or premise.

Huh?

In such times, I need to nurture it.

To inspire myself, I turn to myself and my own original musical compositions.

You scare me, you're an alcoholic.

Well, that would explain some of it anyway.

Hola, Frendos.

Welcome to a Tuesday night edition of TBTL show that's probably too beautiful to live.

This code conjures up a family of electronic dogs scavenging for a herb.

Alright, that's actually just more confusing.

I happened upon the repository of sci-fi slash futurist author, Dr. Ronald Chevalier.

Seemed like maybe it would be some interesting audio to open the show up with.

Now that I'm playing it out loud, it strikes me as pretty bizarro.

But what are you going to do?

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