UKWildcat wrote:BTW - what name do you, and everyone else (besides the obvious) go by at the other site? I am having some trouble figuring out who some of you are.
You all can disregard this sentence, I've been brought up to speed. Thanks again hero.
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."
wELCOME BACK, ukwILDcAT. lONG TIME, NO SEE. yOUR DAD SAYS HI. oR HE MUMBLED SOMETHING THAT i THINK WAS "HI." hIS MOUTH WAS SO FULL OF MY BIG, BLACK DICK THAT i CAN'T BE SURE.
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."
