Running on Two beers and Two hours of sleep.
Trekking and stalking the slick and the sly, a stealthy creature to be demised.
Tickled by tears from the Goddess above.
Gray skies was all that she could offer, ahrrgg.
Like headlights in the poor dear's vision.
Questing ever onward for the elusive landalears.
For tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, and the day after that
Rest for the weary, even though I am still wiry.


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- GEIST