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It's nice and cosy here... Aug. 06, 2003 ] 8:50 AM With caffeine coursing through my blood, like a pack of hounds scenting their prey, my mind is tossed into a helter-skelter. It flees erractically through noisome animals thundering through churned earth on a course only it can fanthom. I should get up out of my nice warm bed, on a cold rainy day, and get a pen and commit these words to paper, smooth the thoughts and smooth the path those thoughts ran asunder. But I was too lazy to and this is why this reads terrible. The scent of wildness having faded long since, leaving a mere trace and only trampled mud. A lingering taste of blood. wax ] wane