A goal is reached. . .  I have found peace.  Peace, albeit in nothingness.  This does not mean problems do not persist.  Nor that human needs are left unmet.  It means once again, I am content.  Disturbances...a mind that is worth exploring.  A man can see nice tits once and they'll always be the same, there will always be a new corner to turn in a brilliant mind.  The next round will be to you my muses

My friends I return to you at this late hour with a tale of myself.  I write this with still wet hair and numb feet, for I have walked through the fallen and still falling snow in nothing more than shalwar...that pain is a part of life, but greatest when it's towards something you want.   Say what you may about me, I've done something few would do; as a matter of fact I may do it shortly again.  .  .