busy with the present presence on thin ground...mine. if you ever tried to kind of dance rock 'n' roll alone at night in an ice stadion you know what i mean. the lights go off and you will hurt your bum or bang your head. or both. then try to get up and out. o and it might be a lake underneath and spring started. when the lights go on everybody will clap. to nobody. but i assure you: i'm still here:
good to ride, shoot, steal apples
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