Hold Your Horses (I’m Integrating, Damnit!)
I appreciate your patience as I… eff around with the colours to integrate the old into the new, so all that shall remain is ‘new-ish’/newer/fresh-start-ish.
Sanks, yo’s. 
Yours to Recover. . .
I appreciate your patience as I… eff around with the colours to integrate the old into the new, so all that shall remain is ‘new-ish’/newer/fresh-start-ish.
Sanks, yo’s.
This drivel was extracted on Sunday, March 25th, 2007 at the ridiculous hour of 10:10 pm and is piled under wtf, coding, coding WOAHS, so deal. You can follow any protests to this extraction through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can protest, or trackback from your own world.
Welcome to Ruminative Recoil 101
If you’re wondering…
I’m afraid so am I!
But not to worry - you may have come to the right place. Or you could just be hopelessly lost beyond all reason, in which case - stay put; you’re right where you should be.
I go by the aliases Recidiscursive and Ankakay, and I’m a twenty-something dudette suffering my dexterous drivelling to facilitate the greater unknown of sanity and self-recovery. My writing ‘drugs’ of choice are poetry, Frantic Napkin poetry, short prose fiction (some may show up here) and … this blog!
The wheels are spinning, destination is unknown (for this blog, as it is for life in general). But pixel-by-pixel and with enough curiosity to decimate a legion of inculpable “im in ur” what-have-you kitties, I live, learn, drivel, and then (hopefully) lather, rinse - repeat.
Welcome to my humble home.
I promise I rarely bite and when I do - it’s usually down onto myself! ;)
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Lost in the Music. . .