Dear SF0,

Don't call it a comeback. I've been here for years. No, really. Actually years.

I've worked on this task many a time, tonight, the caffeine in my veins and connecting with many of my Californian friends has finally made me tear up my shelves again, and take on the project. Now my books are in piles all over my desk and floor, their unselected fellows now leaning at the emptiness on shelves. The one thing I've realized, doing this task, the amount that I've thrown myself into poetry in the past two years means I'm having troubles writing complete sentences.

I'm tempted to go overboard, to pull all of my books off the shelves- it's funny how the books that come together span such different topics in reality.

Do the resulting sentences make sense? Your votes decide.

Love,
Inky