tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152111899957203993.post1949805901692232742..comments2023-10-12T04:47:31.843-06:00Comments on SamArtDog: driving home aloneSamArtDoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07322356829966791319noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152111899957203993.post-60648783204174034262009-03-14T08:17:00.000-06:002009-03-14T08:17:00.000-06:00Burble, gurgle, turgle and trouble. No matter whic...Burble, gurgle, turgle and trouble. No matter which dark dimension, if I saw silence, I'd have to change my pants.SamArtDoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07322356829966791319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152111899957203993.post-2291728716147168242009-03-13T14:01:00.000-06:002009-03-13T14:01:00.000-06:00My synapses whistle a little with white noise... ...My synapses whistle a little with white noise... but the burble and gurgle of my stream usually drowns it out. <BR/><BR/>Listening to the dark offers entry to the next dimension.<BR/><BR/>Seeing the silence is near to impossible.Patricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10722805078667526468noreply@blogger.com