Anything you want to tell me about there captain? Really? Yours is out? I'm writing a book. Heh heh heh... Yup zur. But no one gets to (has to) read it. Why? Why not? Zur. What's it about, you ask... Well, I guess it's about everything that I'm not going to write here for anyone to possibly read. But, enough about that, let's get onto the stuff that anyone can do with as they please or to not to regardless of the question, answer, or otherwise in any sense of comical, serial, or parallel. Know what …

 I don't know what it means to you. I'm not sure at all. I have no idea or preconceived notion of what the meaning or not meaning of 'M' may or may not may be. The truth is. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter to me, it doesn't matter to anyone other than yourselves. This bears no judgement or definition of who you are, think you are, or conceive that you might one day may possibly be. It matters not to me. Nor does it matter to you any of these things as to how they may or may not contain or …

 Yes, it is the middle of the afternoon and I can't sleep. I'm exausted after 3+ weeks of mental instability and the attempted distraction thereof, so I wanted to take a little nap. My girl isn't feeling well and is sleeping anyway, and I thought it would be nice to join her, just what I needed. Although I thought it was a good idea to nap, alas the dogs, they did not. The irony was that when I just couldn't take it anymore and got myself out of bed, they curled up and fell asleep themselves. Why? …

 So. I can't sleep. Mind won't stop. I've decided to start discussing the albums in my iTunes library. Elyse's cousin, Andy, has a blog where he reviews things and I think that's awesome. So I'm borrowing his idea. Thanks! Here's how it works. ~I'll open iTunes and in the main music folder. ~I have shuffle turned on. ~Hit play and write about the album that comes up. A cool thing is that my iTunes currently has 62 days of music. Not that big, but large enough to make it interesting. Artist: Charles …

 So the thought actually finally occurred to me. As if the hand of god touched my brow and gave me some passing insight into reality. Perhaps this was my defining moment?  Then it comes down to a battle of wits in a mentally warped and twisted conversation against yourself and with yourself, but wholeness directs that it encrust and entrust all about eve and the rest of the clan. Is this reality that I've been operating under for quite some time a fictional creation made in the image of what I …