Neat! I now feel a certain "liberation," and please do say it with a French accent. "Libération." Not an expectation, least of all hope, in finding someone through the vine of the online. No more need to spend time of mine to opine my state of mind, or aspire in kind. Did I just rap-peat myself? Ach, them dudes always do anyway, and I did my do and it done did naught, so write what I want is what I ought!;-)

Still, what is that magic mix of magnificent monologue, or mantra, as the mood may move, or move you? Maybe I'll set my prose to book when I'm ninety, rickety and limp, but nay, I say I shan't be alone. I'll have my two-dozen cats, five dogs, three warthogs and a llama to keep me company. Can a llama whisper sweet-nothings in one's ear? Whisper back, I will, to it's ear and say that I was...

Epilogue: Don't we all seek that best way to communicate with the people around. We try to get others to listen, and most of all, we try convince them of the worth of our words. It rarely works, and I think everyone who has ever gotten frustrated about anything has likely blown their top in one form or another. In the case of me, why not let it out in the form of some creatively sarcastic humour.