The Blast from a Past

 I didn't have enough to do back then.

An apology for crossing the line

Please accept my formal, official and genuine apology for the egregious line-crossing on a mid-October evening in the Year of Russell Wilson; the occurrence of which might have ruffled the feathers, provoked askance glances, or raised eyebrows.

I throw myself on the mercy of the officiators, their delegates, and their heirs. 

Please forgive me. I will do everything in my power to make amends.

I will kill for you, if that's what it takes. 

I will subvert.

I will oppress.

You name it, I'll do it.

I love you as much as I love life. You and my life are one, the both, the many. 

You and my life are a Holy Trinity of two things, plus something else to be named later.

Shh... don't mention things that humans use to make more humans... shh