It occurs to me that with all this posting of late regarding passion flowers and personal revelation and contemplation, some folks out there in cyberspace might be getting the wrong impression. That I'm going soft. That I'm turning into a weenie. A wuss. To head off such slanderous misconceptions before they come to a boil, I've decided to change my image to that of a criminal mastermind, capable of going head-to-head with the Dark Knight Detective himself:
All tremble in fear before Ra's al Drool, Head of the Idiot!
Now Playing: Christopher Franke Babylon 5 vol. 2: Messages from Earth
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