Within the men that walk the cavernous realm of many splendor and horror that I call my mind, well, I just can't seem to recall being offered a place for us to just kick it and set down whatever is floating amongst the collective gray matter that I call my lbrain. I must say that I feel my views of unimportance after reading the quite slanderous but always informative threads on the old screaming electron. Some of them cats made me look sane! Thank you Arkane for your offer of free speech. Hence, I am still leary of saying anything. Far too many years under the thumb of 'the man' to allow those that are me to speak freely. They scare me. I can only imagine if I allowed open conversation with the general population. Let me ask you; have you ever heard the sound of a door being locked but all that stands before you is another being whoms face is draining white with fear. No door. Just the emptiness that is their soul. Makes a person feel...,well, as though he is the ruler of the land. And all that pass within thine grasp had better know the fine art of kissing ass because as the grasp tightens and you feel the blood begin its trek in hopes to keep that body alive, well,with a sly smirk we flex the fi gets ever so slowly until the limp soul has nothing left to offer so casting it aside we are led back to the offer of just saying any ol' thing that comes to our mind...... we must offer our thanks, but, we think the shadows are a safer place for us. Me (well, obviously) and all of you simply because this little jaunt of a tale holds truths that should be kept close to the breast.
