Well hey there lurkers,

I wish you and every one of you could hold it in your hearts of hearts to forgive that last late night rambling. That's the kind of post you can expect if you let my subconscious out of its cage and in control of my blog. Now that I have let it roam free for a single blog post, I instantly regret it.

It is kinda intriguing and a bit fast at the same time, kind of like a certain fast talker on a busy, gridlocked street. Say that the talker was on his/her mobile phone, and you were only a bystander, casually just listening in on the juicy gossip that just eschews from the talkers mouth and into the phone's microphone, sending it thousands of kilometers away to its receiver on the other end of the call.

Another win for the legendary imagery of my own brain/mind. The illusive challenge of describing and over-describing my little anecdotes is none too unattainable for my liking.

So anyway, back to business: The agenda tonight was mainly to hope that my readers would forgive me for that last wall of self-deluded subconscious rambling. If that is done, then I best be off to the land of Nod.

Peace out to the world and Fly On,

Razor Blayde