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You ever notice the world gets a whole lot more vacant in the waning warmth? Its like the posts just up and disappear, and what's left is... well empty space.

Silence.

Where am I going with this you ask? 

"Where I always go!" I say.

To infinite and beyond.

"Trademarked? Damn, I was this close too."

Ahem...

I'm coming back home, in the very near future. I would like to try my hand at this once more. Try and see if I can make a block of words each day, or every other. See if you like what I have to say beyond my rhetorical nonsense.

"But where is that story you promised!" you ask.

Next post - promise, swear, cross my heart and hope to die, etc - I will introduce you to where my brains been at and why oh fucking why it can't stand still. 

Or stand a moment.