Well it's happening again. This soft and subtle, self-induced chemical dreamscape takes the flip. That most wicked turn of the riding tides. It was domed to come. The roots of a cool stone find old traces of some paranoia and start to feed. This sudden shift is part of the ride and I know it well. It is one of the few reliable things in this world and, like a corner piece of the great puzzle, it serves its own strange purpose. Oh yes, it is an enemy, to be sure, but a nessesary one.
~grayllis