Dear Journal Is it odd that i can hear this funny little voice, in my head as i type this??.. As if it were commanding me to do as it tells.. Hah, Damn Conscience - I swear it has a mind of it's own. The Night out is Dangerous, and so hand in hand we shall run, dash, slink, crawl, skip, glide, fly. The dark will devour us with it's pure cloak of concealment - Together we will enjoy the fury of being so close to invisibility, at our finger tips without the sun and all it touches, we Will get away with far more then perceived. I know the Chill is eating at the skin fleshing out my face, all my features feel numb with red, and frost kissed by the Early Morning, it's still dark. And i hear nothing but the night echoeing after us. Take my hand you should. Lead me where you want, to do what you want - As though i were to Obey with Glee. Fill my Yearnings. Devour my Disease. Make my spin rattle from bottom to top with sensation. You can't see my eyes leaning towards your lips with Smoldering predictions of Damp Events. But i know you feel it instead... The loss of your sight will not lessen your sense at all. You should have just called us a Cab you Moron. Now i must Bite you !! For Insolence on your Behalf !! I Imagine that to be the Atmosphere for some Couple other then i. Unforunate ??.. A) They must have sore feet by now B) I have no Partner C) I mean, Partner in Crime. My Leg is dead... Does that mean, i am Half-Dead ??.. Or Half-Alive ??... Or just not Functioning; Fully Capacitated. Could i just be getting Lost within the Midsts of my once -Gathered Thoughts.. Hmm.... Ice Coffee... Leh Sigh * Palm face * I want Ice in my Coffee, Crushed Ice - Not Cubed ice.. For that tends to get stuck between my Tonsils. Anything else ??.. Yes, I want to Stand on the Roof of the World, and scream - " I have boobies !!! So does heeeeeeee !!!!! "