Imagine Gandalf and a female Balrog in the mines of Moria attracted to each other rather than fighting in the abyss. Such was this evening. However, little did I know she was a Black magic witch out for a lifetime vendetta. Was I going to learn her secret before it was too late or would she end my run of luck? When you get to be 60 , you lose a little of your edge, you start pressing down hard on the buttons, when they need a lighter touch- like an aging hard boiled detective. I fell for her hard and went to her room.
This is your pal, and long time friend Mo, signing off from the Outpost, where I was marooned here by, Bliss, over ten years ago. If I do not reappear, then I was lost and her secret is lost with me. If not, I will join you all across the sea in whatever Troll Grey Havens emerge from Existence and reveal what happened.
I turn 60 on Easter Sunday, tomorrow. The Buddha was born on the 8th day of the Fourth month , in the Chinese calendar.
Be well. I love you all. Remember to be nice to everyone, but never lose your PvP instinct.
As ever, lost in a sea of magic
Mo
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"Ever tried, Ever Failed. No matter. Try Again.
Fail Again. Fail Better. Samuel Beckett




GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU EVIL WARLOCK!