Not as much as it's supposed to, Thanks for reminding me.
Kentucky means shit and gold someone could say.
Not as unique as I thought.
Less pain was the key to the other things. Nice straight pleasure, any amount with no major future pains.
The thing about Louisiana,
I have to pause awhile.
It's not that easy
I'TS
MOUNTAIN DO
I followed the stream bed until I came to the source, where all the snow pored down onto the icy spit of land, down there in the cave that was the mountain. Inside it, I found the source of the river. That effervescent basin out of which all icy water caved.
Next, I charged down the mountain to know where the mud flats ran and where the muddy river sank low. Until I found my secret. The Tigris, or really any river including my friend Lawrence who was no where to be Found.
It was like gilded gold poured out until I overran my silly turkin then I masturbated for I didn’t know what not to do. It was silly, like the river in the silken dream where after Rosalee parties with her nakedness, there is news, and out pops Her Lordship to deliver jerkins of fine Goblin Mail for her lordship’s child pressors. I can’t follow it that long, anyhay it’s a river, named Lawrence after my Friend the Dunce Who Escaped Me in this Muddy Badland called Louisiana. Anyhow, that’s where the river ran, and sticking to it I might find out How. With a load of patience I came to discever myself from Golden Hair the Milkan, and Why the Salvo Tower Ran Dry when Silver River Candy Company covered over the treasure of lilly valley with a nine iron and pretended it was Silver Hair’s Bowel Movement. I’m not sure why that carries over, Anyhow, I’m Empty On Candy Corns and Think this becovers it. Signed, Nathan.
IDO IMTE
I don’t know if it flows, that’s what I mean by a river. I don’t.
IMITE
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