Charlie Sanders dropped the obelisk of endured wisdom when he explained that his lack of interest in joining a Save the People club was because not every good person needs Dogoodin' to feel complete. Add my name to that list. The equivalent here is where's the tears for my sister? without the anticipated remorse. Lacking the assurance of changing minds is shrug-worthy but hardly a show-stopper. Send me the stimuli I cream on.

Sweet embraceable you, why? Because you are endearing. What makes you endearing? Waking up not so happy, then collecting yourself to be endearing, sweet, lovable. Is this just a mirror representation back to myself, or is the you in this...Her?

The following is a story about a kick-stand on a Harper Danskin Sportster. It used to wonder "why do the birds hush their singing" while anticipating some buffing. The bandwidth limitations demand cutting-to-the-toe-curling which follows:
you can't diffuse El Gongquin just by squeezing thoracic-like, catchmy lift?

Still A.M. and acknowledging the WTF? feel of this note. I still hold on to staying solvent with you, Camile.