What Sleep?

There is no end to the madness of the babbler and whether the label writer, poet, sage, prophet, savior, or fool is bestowed in time by anyone finding the writings in these written gardens (if such a finding ever happens... if these words are never found, they can't be called nothing... and if that doesn't amuse you, you probably got on the wrong boxcar), they (the writings and the gardens) continue. You might have heard there are other blogs. Hundreds, in fact. Many hibernate or stay dormant for months. This week some sprang back to life. Remember (e)thereal? It might as well be dedicated to the one I love, but I've loved many, so such a dedication would likely be confusing leading to all sorts of misunderstandings. Let's just say it's a blog dedicated to a certain place and time (at 4 AM) and leave it at that (unless you want to dig for more, naturally).

Did you see the smirk?

Narf :)