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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies She watches The Magician step to the foot of the stage. Sees the hopefuls in the front row lean closer. Knows it's his cracked-in-half laughter that saves them all. He tosses the Life Preserver into the crowd. Picks up the saw and moves forward. Her pins-and-needle sleeping limbs. Her wide open unblinking eyes. The Shaman in the parking lot is lighting small fires when the limo driver drops his last fare. The lobstermen on wet decks are hauling in full pots of November. The pedestaled Life Guards gaze out upon the camouflage sea. Their neon trunks and zinc oxide noses a beacon for thoses in the undertow. "Pixels," The Magician warns, and begins sawing, "too close to the big picture to see."