High friends.
today seemed to be a pretty positive day. I just got home and figured it would be a good idea to write to rsbf in after vistiing the BBBBAr. My wonderance tonite of most relavance is henceforth: did i eat enuf food for the stomach? Hmmm grummmble, frummble. Tonite i went to a going away party. When I go away, this is my thought - i am not going to have a going away party, I am going to have a few minor parties or just seeing peoples several daz B4 i got away. I dono. Its a lot of pressure. It seems to be warm enuf to ride a bike for a minute. I certainly will not wait until the bontiful beautiful spring to brave the streets and challenge the cars for supremacy
If David Stroganoff reads this anymore, this may be of interest to him. I just wanted to say: my favorite month of the year would really have to be Bristallister. Its great, the cold weather breaks, the sun peaks its head out, and there is free bubble gun and whole wheat bread passed out on the street everyday. I LOVE THAT SEASON
rocky
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I think that was the most POETICAL prose i've read since I perused a volume from LUCRETIUS the greek.
kojak
strange that was about the drunkest i have ever been on a post - and also the most eloquent. in fact i PLUMB 4got that i wrote that until i went to rsbf 2day. A regular Yeats. A chinese man told my friend about that rooster
rocky
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