Well, here it is.  The only thing I could think of to write.  

The Existantial and Poetically Philosophical Musings of one Kuno Tatewaki-san
as he Rises, Borne into Low Earth Orbit, by the light of his life, Tendo
Akane-san:

"I think I can see my house from here..."
"..."
[THUNK]


You can blame Glitch for this one, he ate my real entry and I didn't fell like
retyping it, so this one came to mind as a replacement.

As always, thank you for spending you time here

Ja ne!
Wakko Warner, Ani-Maniac

and 

Assistant Writing Staff:

Abrasia, Muse of Artistic Unease (and weilder of the "Great and Mystic Spork
of Prodding")

Flash D'Angello, Patron Saint of Flashy Distractions (and owner of 5,982
handmade beer can airplanes)

Glitch, my personal Grimlin (He ATE my 56k Modem!  He did, I'm back to a
14.4!)

And Deo-Sparks, God of Literary Disfunction- 3rd class, Limited liscence
{provisionary} (and currently on strike, which is why this fic is out.  If you
wish to lodge a formal complaint for this, please direct all Email to his
address, C/O Deo-Sparks)