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Yes, it is in the wake of deeds from dark places that I waddle. And it's wet. That's because it's (something like) a lake. I think. I look not unlike some drunken and/or sober Won-The-Westerner. I know you know the kind. The only difference being there’s a tremble accompanying this motivating (to write something down) fear. Perhaps that’s why almost all my thoughts begin and end with ellipsis and more than often begin with question marks (plural intended) in front of the ellipsis. …