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So...I issued the challenge...Sam bam bo bam, bananarama coke can...it's harder than I thought. asd;lfkjasdfl;kajsdflkasjdfal;skfjasdl;fkjasd. My pen and I had a talk and the credits rolled. The devil is just out of frame.

my memory lurks in
leaping shadows
while candlelight casts a
blinding song

an ascent from depths on
lost emotion
alone in dreams for
far too long.

MB
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" O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon" [Milton].

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I rearranged my living room yesterday, and now I need to get rid of my air hockey table so I can move my recliner into my living room. It's pointless having it really since it's only useful purpose is to collect my keys and miscellaneous debris as I walk through my front door. It's strange how a minor change in furniture location seems so accomplishing.

A weird observation...in the past twenty four hours I have had a total of an about one hour's worth of "out loud" conversation, and at least SEVEN hours of internet interaction. I should prolly call someone today.