i've_said_so_much_on_these_pages Doar this blather, and these...these..... hours we have blathed here....these... twitches we have in our fingers, we find them typing, we find them spelling our own poetry. it is endless, after or beyond our own viewing, we come back here to say the truths behind our beyond. and while it is new to our heads, it isn't new, is it? this is our god now, a word typed and an expression misspelled. it makes me sad, somehow, that each time you type, or they press the fingers and return, we still can't seem to connect. there is a Common ground here for everyone, but i fear the majority will not rest here. . 101014 ... unhinged but blather_is_my_greatest_secret 101014 what's it to you? who go blather from