Ameridope et Soforthia

[Seymour Landnau]

The alchemy of coincidence being synchronicity, Lew and behold I turn from
the light charges of aTd to mAd where at lung last the lensing lads have
reached Ameridope, and straight away they are cornered in an aopthecary by
a Philadelphia philosopher giving the impression of being a visitor himself
from "very far away indeed" and who wants information from each about the
other.  Dixon is too busy acquiring a crate of opium to mind.

Having apparently never heard nor seen a piano, or rather, being a
revolutionary, the circle and half-circle lensed man treats everyone to
night of glass piping at the zinc.

Back at the Cherrycoke ranch the younger generation has embarked on a new
form of song that the Reverend believes Plato would agree will bring
revostruction to the new state.

Later on a tall Virginian colonel has his own method of piping.  He has bad
teeth but I have heard that it is not so much a topic of alignment but one,
in the style of certain of the Sirians, the number of rows.  He has an
Isreali server who nightlights as a stand-up and who takes a shining to
Dixon's red attire.
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