We, or should I say I, can only praise the dedication of you, our dear reader. After all we have been through,you seem to have returned...
Rosenberg! Man, out of all the people I could talk to, right now, it would be Roseburg. Damn fine mo-fo, damn fine.
Last I heard he lived in San Francisco, we had a friggin good game of croquet on the beach. Dang, beach croquet almost beats cross country croquet. Needless to say, both variants involved beer.
too drunk to write. fucked up, normally I want to get more fucked up to write, like somehow I can be more honest. Like the words will mean more. But the button won’t work, and the letters laugh as they come forth. At least I’m not an anti-babliist. At least I can dream our future is in common.
Babilists Unite! Not For Sale Party!
...fuego
