Well, I'll be damned, Dearder! It's been a hell of a while since I've done a bona fide casual entry like ðis. I hope y'all're doin' as well as ye can be. I had somewhat of an interesting escapade last night. My friends & myself were hangin'-out in town, as usual. Plans changed last-minute, & I suggested we oughta go out and do someþin' on ð' town, instead'a just stayin'-in like normal. I'm a shy, introverted guy, but I like to get out & party. Goin' out for a night in Portland is one of...

~ You put your arm around me; I þought ðat it was sweet We laughed & ðen we walked along, looking for someplace to eat I know ðat when I'm wið you, all my sorrow melts away But now I lie awake at night, my mind has gone astray I hope, & I pray, ðat all ðese þoughts will melt away like my sorrow ðat I sink into, when I sit alone & dream of you ~

~ Advisement: ðis poem is best read wið ð' voice of Tom Waits (mentally, or your own impression, or, I will personally send you an audio-clip of myself doing a Tom Waits impression), while sitting outside drinking coffee & smoking cigarettes ~ ~ Ð' Lady in ð' Linden-Leaf Dress ~ Ð' Lady in ð' Linden-Leaf Dress walked along an arid cow-field paþ. A fat grasshopper clapped across ð' wide, dusty track. Dried bricks of scat sat crusting 'neaþ ð' Sun, & a hawk wheeled in broad, lazy swaðes across...