contralogue Wasandru So you are angry, it radiates, it manifests, then all collapses, and you are silent again. Too shy to drop the mask, loathing this shyness, consumed with this loathing the only outlet to crush the joys had by the others playing on the playground. O maddened child! Play then, alone. You cannot stop their fun. I tried once, too, there is no gain in reproachment. The toy, the toy! With all the other toys locked with passcodes and watchwords do you truly expect pragmatic use of Blather? 060611 what's it to you? who go blather from