"...burning the ground, I break from the crowd, I'm on the hunt, I'm after you. I smell like I sound. I'm lost and I'm found, and I'm hungry like the wolf. Strut on a line. It's discord and rhyme. I'm on the hunt, I'm after you. Mouth is alive with juices like wine, and I'm hungry like the wolf..." --Duran Duran
I must've heard it yesterday or maybe this morning on the radio because it's stuck in my head at the moment. I've been promising updates, so I thought I might as well put something on here, but I really don't have much to offer in the way of wisdom or inner depth today. I'm just tired. And there's a mountain of chapters that I really should be reading.
Oh, yeah. I promised pictures for the girls at work.
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