our only refuge is the sweet release; the gift of endless void, a promise by the very gods we audaciously smother with our blind diligent worship, with the counterweight of millennia of erratic struggle. a fools respite, in the guise of favorable exchange, an ostensible cheap price. Nevertheless, no matter how small and/or meaningless, worthless ym. ym. ym. we all are on this concurrent voyage, if nobody got me, I gnow that pack of Camel got me. Don't tell nobody I said this, but I'd walk like. at least 1,609344 km for a camel. On HGODF