make me the longest road.  the one with the partial map and no way to read it anyway.  reading writing group on the innernet.  as if there is some kind of end to hidden innuendo,  which arises from the reading not the writing, Grasshopper.  every word undefined except to the reader, from end table to abyss.  i make my house and clean it, and write, and make objects.  what is life.  snort-laugh.

blasphemy.