081613 #worm Let's have friends come over again. We can sit down in the little dank hole with blanket walls and pallet floors and a ceiling of imaginary planetary delights. Glow-in-the-same-old-dark thing. Shine a lite, shine a lite. Send, it out, to your brothers and your-- We all have to eat hot rat sometimes. 081613 #worm Let's just say there's an infinitude. Focus is not our main focus, these days. There are more "characters" than you can shake an IP address at. Any one of them can be pointed to in any way at any time, although the funny thing is, randomness is not really random. I guess if there's a moral to this story, that is not it. In the meantime, we still have regular old killing smoke.