Ugh! like being born of the mud. Push out to express. to have a sound.... Voice? sure. soon. now, just noise. Ugh.
Its not Tuesday. Its Thursday, but Tiew... the God that we name Tuesday after.... he's the one. Cut off his hand to bind the feneris wolf. Sacrifice. bring Chaos to an end. Establish order.
Oh boy. And when the order constrains past toleration? hmmm
before we take any action.....long before..... we complain. We bitch. we moan... we grouse...
Ugh...
Well. here I am. I have voice. I don't expect I'll be willing to go back into the dark, voiceless. I think I'll lol around out here and bitch. comment. vent my spleen.....
look forward to hearing from you
hugs and kisses
Mike.
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