where do you come from / where are you going?
My writing is so so poor. Apologies, folks. My briny brain can't keep up with my flying fingers (or vice versa) and then it just becomes a tangle. I'd say (I have just said now, in my brain, in fact): Maybe i should stop writing. But i'm not forcing this on anyone, and whomever stumbles upon this here portion of the web can easily flee if they need to. Or they can restumble in, again and again, if they like to! Yes, all are welcome here, friends and foes alike. Except if you are my foe...well. ... Go on then. Do what you will. You worst, I suppose. Oh...so tired. I feel stirred by the late night (not late night) urge to pee before bed, and the tiredness of m slowly blinking eye lids. I am...sleep, personified. I am person, sleepified. Etc. (Heh and ha. I make jokes.) Come be with me, friends/loves only. ((Foes, you can wait out back.)) Come hold me closely, and I'll return the favor. the head on the chest breath cologne perfume ri
