Feeling the Pressure

As I write I have my lone audience in mind. If I fall of this horse and discontinue putting my thoughts down on the world wide web I feel this whole whirl wind of romance will stop. Yes, the excitement that has been created by the exchanges in our blogs, every new entry is like a fresh dry log of cedar thrown into the fire. It crackles and burns, fueling the beast that is this blog. It is a time bomb with a short wick, and in my hands does the destiny of this exchange lay, will it blow up with the might of Einsteins first A-Bomb or will it be a short fizzle and fade, much like my brother's beard. I want this creation to live on, like Mary Shelley's Frankenstein I want to pour forth life into this Blog, into this world in
which we hath created out of spare thoughts and worn out memories. So I feel this is a pivotal moment. I choose life for the blog. Will you continue to pour forth your soul as well?