

page 162i have all but forgotten the electric shock of touch, the glimpsing of two unknown hands, the diminishing space of separation.page 162
repetition dulls the senses, and so it is day in, day out, the warming, numbing sanity of middle-age,
and mortgages and vows and commutes.
freedom lies within a box nestled in a closet corner, my youth emblazoned page by page, words, written once by these same, aged fingers that dance across the scrawled scripts, ink in hues of blue, red, green, once vivid, now even more so.
it is there where i must le
I'll check the gallery, pictures speak loud enough, hope you are well!
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"I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way"
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What's new missy? Hope you're well
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Clicky?
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I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.~WC Fields
You aren't the only one who's been slack of late, not by a long shot.
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Clicky?
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Back to the Interstate Ben Stone, Back to the Interstate!
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I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.~WC Fields
How ya doin kiddo?
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Back to the Interstate Ben Stone, Back to the Interstate!
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Back to the Interstate Ben Stone, Back to the Interstate!
I hope we can grab one together some day
David
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David6of7
David 6of7
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David6of7
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