Don't get me started. OK, when we panic it's no picnic. Since the purpose of a man is to love a woman, no sense wasting bandwidth repurposing. Tad's in for a visit next to ibuPM and that person next to me seems ready to dance with Chubby Bishop. Those are a few of my favorite things.

There's truth to when you start having conversations with yourself, you write like a diarist. Analogy: when you leave the collective you get seduced by self. All of those counting-the-caterpillar-hairs-oblivions do nothing for the community. Does it matter? Does it punctuate a legion of experiences? Being frivolous with phenomena makes the term "unanswerable" applicable to any situation. As to losing your senses one by one, see it as a chance to keep it right. Shifting tides and downhills through the trees are covered in the ability to maintain stability by slightly easing on the empathy phobia thanks to curtailment of the codep courtesy of Tad and the legion.