Brothers don't shake hands, brothers gotta hug!

I enjoy the not-too-deep woods, comfort, preparation, and spontaneity.

Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe.

Computer? That is a word our prisoners have used. When we forced them to explain it to us, they said this "computer" was was some type of thinking machine. More magic we cannot understand.