I'm not sure why I'm posting this.

this prose is about  Unsheathed the podcast.

You could call it a love letter to Unsheathed, although I never mention it in prose. I suppose I'm artsy like that. You could call it a selfish cry for Unsheathed to return, it wouldn't be completely wrong. You could also call it a look into my mind and how I've been feeling recently. that last one is more right. Not to say the others aren't right in their own way, this one is probably just -more- right.

This probably isn't the best writing in the world; it's more a stream of consciousness thing than anything else. I did go over it, edit some things, fix some others, but it remains mostly the same.

I have since added as many episodes of unsheathed as I could to my iPod, I'm only missing episodes 4-17 and a handfull of Unsheathed Presents.

If your curious about what particular story prompted this, it was Kyell Gold's Camouflage story. Not for the faint of heart, despite it's innocent seeming beginning. These feelings were also similar after reading KMHirosaki's Summerhill book.

I always think I have more to say in these blurbs than I really do. Oh well. I just hope this kicks me more into writing.