Five years it's been...almost. The time dilute is surely fickle. Like my microwave that fries part of my food but leaves the rest in unthawed chunks -- time always leaves some acid streaks to bite me. But then I wouldn't have it any other way. Life's amnesia seems cruel enough as it is. Seems a sacrilege until I realize the necessity of it. After all, it's kind of hard to constantly live on the receiving end of a portcullis. I gotta keep walking under it though -- take life as it comes. since that's the only option it gives.   ¶ 12:07 AM