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The Mibster sacks up and knuckles down. He takes his time, lines up his ducks and shoots true, never fudging. He'll take your alley, your aggies and your tiger taw, too. The mibster plays for keeps.


The Dissociative Amnesiac responds to stress by wandering, losing herself in the crowd and traveling to destinations unknown. Her fugue state may last hours or years. She may even establish an entirely new identity. Yet upon recovery, when her previous memories and identity return, the dissociative self is forgotten. All activity during the fugue episode, including the original stressor that precipitated it, is a blank.

THE SECOND COMING ~William Butler Yeats 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?