a distant drumbeat harkens the gathering of the hallowed formula, which defines the beowulfic hypothesis :
whicky+whicky+whack = atlanta phase 5 redux
but lo! hark! phase 5 is now an overworked, hackneyed, expression.
therefore, it shall yield to the social purveryors in attendence this year. gather we must, rather it be in a dream, in a darkened conference room or watching the sun rise through a hotel wall to define ourselves as we build a better tomorrow.
who's in so far?
don't know how this will turn out but if people want to post things here, lets do it.
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