well folks, in the voice of john davidson, "ohhhh, baby!"

yeah, its over your head. sort of like the electromagnetic scalar energy cursing through the ionosphere, but you wont sweat it. not like i am. these are dark days, we will march on a road of bones.

so many things coursing through the ether, how dare i just pick and pull like some taffy lovin junior. hands down my pants, gooing up my junk with that sweet viscous tongue gum. yessir.

glass is my enemy, to be short sighted. ive been sighting it up and taking it out. there is no keener enemy. its not living and breathing. but it provides a reward for straight shooting. the crashing blow of lead on sand. a song.

so, yes, i got back to the web. i downloaded it and its just like every other elf power. its good though. in my opinion. we live in basements now folks. you cant get everything you want. but it flows, oh it flows with a pressure so fierce. just because you are not witness to its energy does not mean it eludes you.

ever hear of alex gray. great artist. thats the stuff you can put in your bank account. but we flirt. and i returned after hours to poop out a sentence that makes me regret the whole affair. we will see more of each other.