when_it_seems_there_are_no_more_bonus_realms somebody Oh! Troubled do I step, no canter in my trot, for it_seems there be not any bonus realms yet untouched. Oh, these thoughts, of bonus realms I can not know, of bonus realms whose doors reveal themselves not unto I... With languor do I go; no_words can console me, when_it_seems_there_are_no_more_bonus_realms! It is more than I can bear, it is more than I can suffer, unless I have good drugs. Good drugs, or a real sense of purpose. Or a lover, true_love could transcend this slagheap, this slagheap of the mind that is born of the horrid, creeping sensation that there are no more bonus_realms, no more bonus realms yet untouched. 070411 ... bonus realm it's infinite, you fool. (life is what you make it) 070412 ... . i click my pen sir 070412 ... . There are always more bonus_realms. 070413 ... . oh ! :-) 070414 what's it to you? who go blather from