[kellychaos]

Mad Max glided his canoe into the dark and forbidden cave. The cave was overgrown with dense and lush vegetation. Echoing off the walls of this dark corridor were siren-like voices that propelled him to enter ... and then recede from the comfort of it's dominion ... or were the voices in his head ... nay in his very DNA. With every return voyage; however, the mouth of the cave appeared to be getting smaller than before. Nevertheless, Mad Max adhered to their beckoning and proceeded to enter and retreat from the undulating orifice and with each return trip, his pleasure increased ten-fold.