Date: February 18, 1999

Constraint:
Prisoner's dilemma: A prisoner, locked away for many years, obtains only a single sheet of paper and stub-pencil, and must use his prized possession sparingly to optimize room, and squeeze in as many lines as possible: he uses only letters that contain no descenders or ascenders.

Paul: a mars occasion

women move in women's manor, in a woman room, in a woman manner, concern in air. we miss eera. eera is in mars' carnivores' zone. eera is our one man: no more survive. can we rescue eera? we summon ace rescuer corrina ximn. ximn arrives soon on mars' minor moon. in a mars s.u.v., our warrior woman cruises on in.

carnivores' zone is a zone carnivores are common in. even more common now, since, woe! our men are now cuisine. ximn swims six rivers, runs across an immense ice area. as soon as our ace comes in view, carnivores arrive, seem ursine, or same as enormous asses, cows, or swine--ximn is unsure. cream, azure, raven curves rise in vicious noses. ximn raises an arm. now comes a war: vicious carnivores versus secure ximn. our enemies use serious resources. can our ace nix 'em?

we remain in our manor, morose. we crave our nemesis overcome. in an awesome sec, our ace arrives! we win! our enemies are unrisen. none survive. moreover, eera's near. our nice one man's conscious, savors verve. reason? eera's wise answer: mars' caves' cover is minor. a sane survivor can save own corium, weave a ruse: rain cinnamon on visor, over moccasins, since cinnamon causes nausea in our mars carnivores. so success is ours! now issue a soiree! convene! carouse! consume wine, couscous!

Emily: [exercise in which world's smallest man takes bath]

see? i am sewn in a room, a no room. a cave. an economics size. i never see over. an axiom. i am a wee man.

serious science says moon races can save us. arctic vaccine cenozoic. more names mere names. me? an aversion, a circus man.

ominous? no. maniac? no. minor a man overcome, a sorrow, a noir version, rained on, remiss in a mission, so vain.

now assess me nose, ears, numerous veins. come over and see wow so rare so numinous. rumor a survivors moon.

o air. waves. rain. no care in me. secure in an ocean. i swim in a room, an enormous room, a sea.

Mark: xerses' curse

no sane man can see. or sin. (o, woman same.) so a worn amazon sun evanesces, rises; ere crimson aurora, axes measure our crime.

o azure airs. on a mesa i oversee masses mere and raw. arms arc in our zinc mines, remove ore -- none cease. our mines crisscross ovens, iron corse-saunas, noxious maw.

aiie. immense ra. can no one win in our venomous cosmos? unseen ears, consume i serve a crown's mania. no crux can vex me more xerses, our nauseous casear, recieves insane vows in our vine-sour war. a war across seas versus severe men, sea warriors. our maze-woven race swims in xerses' curse.

awesome ra. immense osirsis. summon our savior. our vice is our waver, our wane. no man can see. i avow seven wives, mine, murmmur in irenic eve oases o rose, o man in men . . . can one overseer so savor a navel, next possess coarse ice? cane? run rivers in cruor? o rose, i omen (i caress an icon, an uraeus, our near-cross) no man can sin.

across a wine-sea, xerses's music warms.

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