WORD GAS. There is at one point nothing you can do to stop this flowing acidic coros've from flowing out and melting all action.All that can be done is to channel the stuff into some that can later be to prevent further ing away beyond areas that seem to stop the flow. and until there is room for the purposes two polarised center acts read one column the other or both as there is a choice of meanings through the word gas that kind of a direction made into a gasket .emissions from eat certain boundaries remain ' -silient 2 build upon these "spaces" created to split meaning into voids and read one. Both are progressing along two sepparting paths that none do not join in the least when word symbol is designed in this such a manner fragments from the central plot. Each word and action contains its positive and negative. Both the meanings are encoded into one convien'ent sign, Symbols in the smallest unit Words always spl't and divide when pushed give at least too'far that they no longer say two choices in any given situation so the reader can but choose the manner of reading. ^ through the screaming streets to the abode of the most ey'I place in the world I knew at that time. .the Governmental dentist. , , The reading matter was a bit thin and seemed to consist of booklets handed out orshould I say chumed.put by various governmental departments. .1 read one on cockroach control and another on a new type of television set the y were deve- -loptng at the time. I had reached the section in the booklet where Cockroach An .Anmhilationists were discusing the problem with the * Cockroach Preservation Institute when I was called in.... ... As the needle left my vein I was thrown headlong into oblivion. . hefc't''travel'ng down my body to my feet which gave a last kick of consciousness the sign my assailent friend w'th the drill was waiting for and as the drU began to buzz I saw my self infront of a heavy wooden door w'th a kind of gothic-style T' drawn into the surface in brass type metal. I entered through the door and came to a tree the size of which I found hard to judge as my d'stance from it failed to make any change 'n size. .my perspective was fucked and I was thinking along these r'nes when I res^sed I was be''ng watched by a thin tall man/woman by my side. An aged face that showed no emotion et all grew nto my v'sion and she/he was looking up..I did 'ike- w-' se. .much to my regret. The tree contained .high on the branches an over s' zed snake and high on above that a raven that could be eas'ly mistaken for a storm cloud due to its enorm'ty. Mesmerised by these s''ghts I failed to notice the sound the figure bes'des me had begin to make. A laughther that in its pitch could be mistaken for tjie scream of a kettle tortured on gas-heat. The laugthter rose in pitch and volume and I was incased in strong orange light, .solid light some would call it. .solid as wind I was blown up into the grip of that evil snake. ^