My leash is always growing. Day by day, it grows and grows, and like vines they grow thorns to hook themselves to normally the wrong branches which never leads to a good ending. But however, my leash is unlike the vines of the grape valley, aiding in the production of wine grapes.
Times like these I enjoy being leashed, then again.. probably i need to unleash.
Enough of nonsensical ranting for now. I need to go look for my Zahir.
Are You Ga(me)?, 9:29 PM.