Save me from my thoughts.

[cieo]

A singular obsession. He can't live without that nectar of euphoria--it covers him, he basks in it, he can't resist that one last sinful taste. All around him, his world spins. His friends leap to dizzying heights in one gravity defying bounce, woodland creatures and humans alike intermingle--most of them have visible seams down their midlines. The

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[loga]

Gopher, gopher, gopher!
Reminds me of Mr. Lundin.

[cieo]

Haha! I was thinking that. He hated gophers--yet they were was always one in the room--inside that skeleton's jaws.

He told me that he'd stick a hose into the gopher holes to flush them out--then attack them with a pitchfork. I'd like to think that he was joking. It was always a little hard to tell with that man.

[loga]

I miss him. We should visit one day.

[cieo]

This would require you to come back.