And it is in Times like these - I like to Curl into a Rambunctious Heap, and giggle at the Wonder that is - Bowie Crotch. Not that it's a Wonder .. . .. Really. Like the Grand Canyon or the Weird little Specs you see if you Spy Indirectly- to the Sun . . ... .Etc. It's a Wonder how he can still Walk down the Street with his Head up. I find myself in times of these Meanderings, just what exactly i was of course thinking when i began Contemplating on making a Return to this site. Be it Boredom ?? Or somewhere just to be Heard by ears that can't Critically Point the Finger at me, and Nod because they actually know me in Reality outside of this Looking Glass, the Internet. Long has my Absence been. But not a bit has my Entry Scribble changed ?? It almost feels like coming Home, after being in the Army for a Decade - To find your Bed, that tiny Mat you Love to Hate still lies in the corner, the Tiny drawer you hid your First set of Condoms in - Still conceals them (Though Perhaps a little Overdue on the Expiry Date) And of course, those little Fluffs and Furrys in the Corner who sit with their Vacant eyes atop your draw, that have Tales of your Childhood - Stained, bitten or even Burnt into them. Ahh - Chef Teddy. He holds a place in my Heart. As Nose-less - and equally Mouth-less as he is. :) Welcome Home Nivvy.