Hello, ladies and gentlemen. This is an associate of DJS speaking. I'm in the same frame, but I'm much, much older. I'm writing today because there's something special in the air tonight that's pulling me out, and so the content here may be slightly different than what you're used to seeing. The tone so far is similar enough, I'm sure, but I'm going to say something you'll never catch that rabbit say.

TO HELL WITH SEX.

I don't care if you're a bondage slave, a bukakke fetishist, a desperate wannabe master, or an aging aficionado of the even more freakish. Sex is pointless, and the only thing that matters to me is rhythm, heartbeat, and the sound of your soul. No one can touch that feeling, that sensation buried deep inside all of us, with sexual stimulation.

Do you remember my name? I remember yours.

I never forget.

I never regret, either.

I just *am*. Even if I show up a lot less these days, even if you don't hear my voice as often. I *AM*, and *I am here*.

Watch yourselves, kids.