Received Sat, 1 Oct 2005 14:42:24 -0600 from Jeff Seal <jseal [at] stochasticaphelion [dot] com>

The haunting season is upon us once again.

And so, like an old, tormented spirit, I return to my crypt. Finding
solace the only way I can. The path of the forsaken, of the damned.
Haaarrr! Ok, that was just a little creepy Helloween intro for the
month.
I've decided to take up my non-existent pen, as it were, and pound
out some words to this place. The clicking sound of my fingers upon
the keyboard are as the heartbeat of the dead, coming back to life
again. The rattling rasp of breath through bones, the view from
eyeless sockets reported anew.

And why do I return? Why did I leave? The answer is simple; mind
your own business bastards! Ho! Just kidding there. But I don't
have a simple answer. All I can say is already said.