Hehehehehehe! Isn't the world fun? Or is it crazy? Sometimes I have trouble differentiating between these two extremes of thought. And within those thoughts are found the runnings of this well forgotten era, this undiscovered country from whose bourn no wayferer has yet forgetten while evil still runs not gently in that good night, for life is but a walking shadow to whom no man today is his brother, be he ne'er so vile as the one ring which rules them all, but it be not proud, though some have called it thus, for that fact has not created in me a sense of obligation, as April is the cruelest month, combared to a summers day. And now, I finish. Or Finnish. Or whatever.