three more called me out of the streets that i had driven to out of just magnetic feeling. there they were shiny as the sun…when opened sighed and whispered: Hi, roseanne, read page seventy two seven sentences down. there she lies the goddess in all her green rna glory whispering to me: the hunt is almost complete in iraq. Iraqi women must come together between tribes and broker a peace with israel. israel must divide into three not two parts, and there can be peace forever! tribunal like the haig.
the number three is god.
