must cease incessant blogging. i say this as though being of a person of over-blogging variety. in general i be but these days there is peace. weird peace. peace comes from within. that is the nature of my peace. the tkad and bejai and all the boys and mom try to give me peace but there is only one place for peace to spring forth and it is not even hydraian. definitely not okinian. not tkadsian. not bejaian. never nowhere from any of these places. au contraire–
it is liraian.
thank the sky from whence she sprouts–lira, lira is my deliverance.