I am my own worst enemy. If I confess that on two consecutive occasions today, I ran the gauntlet of duration itself, you'll see me, wrongly, as some minion of delight. I am, instead, q-kneeling gog, sane overhear, a weird-oh. I am pissed out, your casement, your buried alive. I red rag both upon opinion and upon the view from opinion. I am more interesting than the average person.

Terry Blee. LOL