A mental asylum this time. But am not going. They’ll think I lost it.
Finito!
Bonkers!
Kaput!
Loco!
FUBAR!
Any more, and I will probably call myself all of that. Not yet. The passion overtakes me – the need to discover, reflect and state grows. It is probably the result of identifying the recent addiction. The obsession of categorisation – putting it all in the correct places.
To rehab without de-addiction. Just one (more) step.
Gaizabonts 
Is the comment moderation on your new blog there for a reason?
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I just noticed this header image. Superb. 🙂
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==EU:
Yes – it is called spam! 😀 Thank ye @ new header image – my current fav too!!!
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nice header image. how’s the head?
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==Phish:
Don said it for me:
What do you know?
You know just what you perceive.
What can you show?
Nothing of what you believe.
And as you grow, each thread of life that you leave
Will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs
As you sell your soul and you sow your seeds
And you wound yourself and your loved one bleeds
And your habits grow, and your conscience feeds…
Or something to that effect; doesn’t the image say it?
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hehe, keep it up bro!
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==Dharma:
Will do, tx! 🙂 Need your support there too, btw!
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