Then you tell me...

[jabberwocky67]

What is it when every sinew screams "LIFE!"? What kind of bizarre place in life have you reached when adrenaline tastes like sugar, when hate just howls "Live" as a motivator, and the feel of grass beneath your feet is the fulfillment of raw sensation, a reconnection to this from which you had always believed yourself jaded. There is a smell on the

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[sxysui]

Your awesome, Bob.

[jabberwocky67]

Awww thank you, dearest, I mean it is a bit of an insane plunge of an entry, but thank you all the same. I will tell you I have missed your updates of late since I have not been in enough physical contact to know the up-and-up with you :(