raven_burning

For a while now, an idea has been germinating in my skull. And now, it is free to burst out, splitting open essential arteries as it worms it's way to the surface, perhaps gaining from the access to my blood a taste for the stuff, and then beginning to hunt...

Okay, that metaphor got very lost. But still.

You see, I ride in cars a lot. Most people do, I know, but I do it a lot, and properly- not that I'm demeaning everybody else's driving experience by any means. But my dad lives in Glossop. That' s o'er the Snake Pass, down Manchester way. And every time I visit him, every other weekend, and perhaps more frequently, especially at the moment, what with the BURNING and all, we have to drive over. In basic silence, except for the radio, which I can usually tune out of my thoughts if I want. So I just sit there, for 1 1/2 hours, with nobbut to do but think.

So here's the thing.

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