The world to come

Winter melts in summer, and so too must raccoons return to the digital den. For that is the way of things. When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connnected in the great Circle of Life.

Or as LL Cool J says: Don't call it a comeback / I been here for years / Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear"

A votre guise.

PS- I'm not sure what the current technological word is, but you can log into your older blogger account and than create a google one. Or you could just create a whole new account and I'll invite you.