that keeps bringing me back to the 'sphere after such long absences. I felt that love warmly last night, when the Actual Keith (Urbahn), completing his orphan-sacrifice ritual, set down his bloody scythe and opened his arms to me as would a mother. "Why ain't you done post no more on your blawg," he asked, "when you know what effects that done on me?"
I was confused, but comforted. And so I've returned.