tie me to the mast no time for tomorrow
sirens are at it tattered singing out thier sorrow."
"Brows furled up but the mind is feeling it
hooked on sin and the devil's reeling it."
"Let us begin with the method, its madness
brought to the people with a grin, in its sadness
walk to the very bitter end where it's sad is wringing out the bends in the end where it's hat sits."
"the above three quotes are completely unrelated"
- I just typed that
Whole lot of preamble but not much message, I am back up and running around on the net once again.