Dear CF
This treasure chest of versary. This hornets nest of adversary.
I'm not one for long goodbyes but I wanted to bid a fond farewell to all those who I've exchanged ideas and crossed swords with.
I've enjoyed my stay and learned much but feel I am now expending far too much of my creative energy highlighting the immense stupidity of the parrots here who, when jabbering in ensemble, create the interminable cacophony which is the very essence of the Cyprus problem.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose.
A time to be born, and a time to die. A time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted.
A time to hate, and a time to love. A time of war, and a time of peace.
A time to greet, and a time to say farewell. A time to speak, and a time to keep silence.
Adieu from Malapapa.