my inner soul is a cryptozoologist. i searched inside before i charged into the night torch blazing, digging at every mound exposing every shadow. i stare into the abyss (over)confident that my love will carry me over my need for anything to exist. ==== this place means much more to me now. i feel like dexter with his blood slides. but for now there is no time. i have no rest. however. there is gratitude. my turkey day ends when i hit the pillow.

i click on 'random' and find a million people under twenty with an active post no earlier than last february. this is now a lovely place to hide. a nice shady spot to stretch and grow. somehow, though. these random accounts that i find. they leave me sad for the scribes. i hope i can go out with at least a scent of muster when i must depart.

i tried for an hour to remember everything from my old sitdiary. password, etc. to no avail. no doubt it was all deleted long ago. i hope the infinite hole of cyberspace deletion was kind to my free-form nonsense.