apparently, spring has arrived.  No longer is the vast preponderance of shadow in the North, as observed on earth's satellite image; it is now nearly halfway through its cool southern-slide.  Summer is inevitable. 

If these pages appear funny today, please let me know.  I just transferred all the JavaScript into a single separate file which is imported (hopefully) by the browser each time the page is loaded.  All I can say for sure is it works with my browser.  Again, please let me know if it is not working for you.  I aim to please.  ;-P

Gotta go to work--late as usual.  I shall return!

 just write.  Don't just drift away; take a hold... somewhere, of something.  Anything.  Grab on anywhere, anchor yourself to it, and stop the light-speed planet from spinning away without you.  Make it carry you along on its journey, and when it transforms from celestial stone to sinewy beast of hard muscle and pounding hoof, cling atop it and ride valiant through wind and flashing storm, with one fist gripping tight its flesh, the other thrust high in exultation. 

No matter what the thing becomes, hang on.  Find a way to attach when it becomes a slick-skinned jet in 600 mile-per-hour flight, and overcome your revulsion though it becomes a gigantic squirming slimy eel diving into black depths.  Wrap your arms and legs around it when it meteors through the sky, and link to it your heart when it becomes a universe of stars in the cold night sky.  And when finally it transforms into an agony uncontainable, still do not let it go.  Rather, when it explodes you, do not be dispersed, but keep together all your parts—now transformed to inside-out—and anchor yourself to it.  Don't just drift away, grab on and make it carry you on its spinning light speed journey, and when it transforms from celestial stone to sinewy beast of hard muscle and pounding hoof, cling atop it... Just write.

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